Wicked Master
(M+/FF, size, branding, anal)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

The well-built young woman with the strikingly beautiful face, extremely large G-cup breasts and shoulder-length, golden-blonde hair was the vivacious new bride that all aboard ship were buzzing about. What breathtaking loveliness! And the handsome young husband was Paul Arden, son of Cornelius Arden of the brokerage millions, enroute to Paris where he would accept a diplomatic post with the American Embassy. A dashing young man, ruggedly so, sort of Errol Flynn-George Clooney, if I may. Such unions must be made in heaven.

On the contrary, in a Board-of-Directors' chambers, I'd venture. She is of the Boston Clintons, of Standard oil. I am not a romantic soul; rather I'm a practical soul. Ahhh, but what a marvelous way to spend one's honeymoon, five glorious days, and nights at sea.

Ah, then, but here she comes tripping along the deck... and I do believe I detect a trace of haughty anger to her step, yes, and a tear-stained cheek.

Rebecca Arden had been injured more mentally than any way else, she finally concluded, as she quickened her pace past the three old lechers ogling her from their deck chairs. Not that his horrific battering and pummeling hadn't bruised her physically, and of course, she had bled with an alarming profuseness, but it was the psychological damage that was almost more than she could bear.

She had not spoken to Paul in twelve of the last twenty-four hours, and their marriage was little older than this. Her whole delicate and beautiful world had been rent asunder it seemed, and for hours she had actually contemplated thoughts of leaving him forever. Dear god! What a horrible first night together! The way he had come at her! It was just inconceivable for her to imagine that her gentle and lovable Paul could have transformed into such a brutal sex animal; yet, he had, and as she continued her quickened step toward the quarters of Doctor Leduc, the ship's acting physician, the shockingly repulsive nightmare flashed through her pain-filled mind again and again.

What had done this abhorrent thing to him, brought on such a vile metamorphosis? She tried to think, to put events together prior to their little embarrassing departure from the lounge when he had hustled her off to their stateroom. He had been so sweet, so gentle, so loving all day, constantly touching her, his handsome smile almost a perpetual expression when he looked at her. Dear god, she had never been so happy in her entire life.

She recalled that they had just met Doctor Leduc and joined him with some of the other passengers to toast a glass of champagne in celebration of their embarkation, when suddenly Paul had whisked her away with hardly an apology, the group's knowing little smiles and winks following after them and causing her to blush. Even so, she had gone with her new husband readily, filled with the excitement of anticipation her own self.

The time had come and she trembled with elation inside. She had truly looked forward to this first night with him, preparing herself mentally for weeks to make certain she entered the marital relationship with the proper attitude. She loved her Paul so very, very much. She knew that he resented her not giving herself to him before marriage, that he insisted it just wasn't being done anymore, but she had vowed that theirs was going to be a canonically ideal union in the true time-honored tradition. It was that important to her, that they should share a mutual respect and understanding for one another from the very onset, and above all, that he entertain no doubt but what he alone was the only man ever to possess her.

Paul Arden knew that it could never be any other way with her. Her proper, religious, New England upbringing had served to save her the first few times he had nearly broken down her resistance. And Lord above, it was not as if she hadn't been tempted, hadn't wanted him so badly she ached with her desire for hours after they parted of an evening. She trembled when she thought of how close they had come those times... and secretly, she knew that had he persisted she would have eventually given in to him, She loved him so much, so much.

Last night, she had been as anxious for the consummation as he, and it would have been so beautiful had he only shown a little understanding, preparing her gently for the assault on her virginity. She shuddered now as she thought of it. The tips of her swollen nipples were so raw and sore that she could barely stand the touch of her bra against them. Her whole body ached from his savage rape. He had used her for nothing more than a fleshy receptacle to gratify his vile lust, without a thought toward her desires and pleasures. He had been an animal, a, a gross, carnal beast!

Tears puddled her slightly reddened eyes as she hurried along the passageway of the French luxury liner, St. Croix. What was to happen to them now? Yes, she still loved him, of course, she loved him. He was her husband, but the mere thought of him touching her naked body again sent quakes of angered revulsion coursing through her violently. She had lain awake for hours after he was done with her, even as he had begged for her forgiveness, not answering him, only weeping in her agonized repugnance. At last, Doctor Leduc had come into her tortured mind and she recalled how impressed she had been with his suave, sophisticated manner, the gentle movements of his long, delicate hands suggesting an air of confidence and understanding to her. He was returning home from a medical convention in New York to his practice in Paris, he had told them, and quite timely so it seemed, for the ship's regular physician had suffered a sudden heart seizure and had been hospitalized in New York. The debonair Frenchman had agreed to act in his stead for the crossing.

Sometime in the midst of the early dawn hours she had made up her mind to consult him. Paul had finally fallen asleep and she had cuddled up in a chair, a blanket around her, dozing half-heartedly until the sun had risen well above the beautiful, calm Atlantic. Then, while he still slept, she had quietly bathed and dressed, slipping from their stateroom without his knowing. And now, for some inner reason, she had every confidence that the genteel doctor would in some way be able to help.

Paul Arden awakened with a start. Cool air from the opened porthole played across his naked, well-built body, and he sat upright to see that he was alone. He hopped from the bed and did a quick turn about their quarters to assure himself. Rebecca's things were there; but she was not!

Damn, he thought miserably. What a hell of a way to start a honeymoon.

He lighted a cigarette, grabbed up his robe and went to stare out the porthole. His brow was lined with his deep thought.

GodJesusChristinHell! What've I done? And where's she gotten to at this time of morning?

He'd lost his head completely; there was no denying that. But in Christ's name, what could she expect? He'd quarreled with her the entire year of their engagement over her giving in to him, had even tried to explain to her that virginity was as outdated as silk-hatted diplomats. A young couple in love no longer waited for marriage; they relied upon their love and trust of one another, not some legal hokus- pokus or the presence of a ring on third-finger-left-hand. Naturally, she hadn't listened to him, and she had always managed to squelch his attempts at the last minute, leaving him in a state of aching madness. He had come so close to possessing that luscious body of hers time and again that his control had been damn near annihilated completely, and he wasn't about to make excuses for that.

With her disgusting, snippy, Boston upbringing, he knew that to force himself upon her would only have meant their breakup, and certainly had they not married when they did, he surely would have done just that. But dammit, he did love her very much, and truly, he had wanted anything but to destroy their relationship by some uncontrollable act that he would only commit in the heat of passion....

And that's exactly what I did. I went crazy!

God almighty, if she hadn't slipped on that flimsy, hip-length nightie, and that damned, breathtaking body that was almost too perfect!

It was as if he could see her now, standing there, her magnificent figure a lovely thing of art. Of course, he'd seen her before in a bikini, but never this way. Each sensuous detail of her nakedness had been resplendently clear, from her erotic pink nipples, downward to the delicate triangle of soft, golden pubic hair nestling intriguingly below her soft white virginal belly. And suddenly, nothing else had mattered but plunging his aching cock into that tantalizing flesh. He saw her not as his exquisite Rebecca, but as a woman, a woman legally his own and whom he had to have at that moment regardless of the cost. Nothing else had mattered!

"Darling, do I please you?" she had said, her voice almost as gossamery as the brief negligee she wore.

Christ! I couldn't speak. What a hell of an animal sound I must have made when I reached for her, dragging her roughly down to me, ripping that garment away like so much tissue paper!

"Darling, please! Be gentle, Paul, P-Please!" Her voice in her shocked terror had been as remote to him as if she were speaking from another world. He had clamped her to the bed with one hand and maneuvered the other rapaciously over the tender, supple contours of her rebelling young body, squeezing fiercely at her pure, succulent breasts, his fingers pinching cruelly at the tiny coral nipples until they stood firm and erect. And then his mouth had dropped greedily to engulf them, and he chewed hungrily at their tips until he had felt the chaste, resilient flesh give way and the warm, salty-sweet taste of blood oozing onto his lashing tongue.

"Oh, no, noooo, Paul, please, not like this, dear god...!" she had pleaded and he had known it, but her words had fallen unheeded from her pained lips.

He remembered how he had held her wild, straining body helplessly pinioned to the bed. He had imprisoned her with his weight, his heavy, tensed chest like a great stone upon her. Her long blonde hair had commenced thrashing almost insanely from side to side beneath him, her lovely face suddenly twisted grotesquely in her terror. The horrifying disbelief registered in her eyes was still vivid in his brain, but he had ignored it, just as he had ignored her wailing pleas, until they became incoherent mumbles. It was then that he had fucked her the first time.

Turning a deaf ear to her low moaning cries, he had bounced on top of her, forcing himself brutally between her long, slim legs, his hips falling heavily to wedge her unaware thighs into a wide-splayed position, securing her jerking asscheeks to the bed. The soft down of her pubic covering had brushed teasingly against his throbbing cock, inciting him to unintelligible babblings of frenzied, uncontrollable lust. His knees he had placed strategically to hold her open to him and he ground his pelvis hard into her squirming, defenseless crotch. The hollows of her thighs had jerked spasmodically, drawing his hand between them like a magnet; then, he had clutched his cock and worked it up and down fiendishly until he split the moist, tight slit of her cunt with his prick's hard throbbing head, until mercilessly it discovered the snug, undefiled opening to the soft, fleshy passage between her legs, and he had rammed.

god almighty! He'd plunged the blood-filled knob between the fleshy, slick lips and with a groan, thrust it all the way forward into her quivering cunt! She had squealed like a live pig on a spit, flailing her legs out wildly in her crazed effort to escape the unexpected barbaric impalement. But it had only worsened her position, and he could still hear the guttural screech of further pain that had come tumbling piteously from deep in her throat as his rock-hard cock battered deeper and deeper into her warm, yielding flesh. At last, their pelvic areas had collided with a resounding slap, signaling victory. His rigid, thick shaft lay completely submerged in the secret recesses of her quivering belly, the warm, wet walls of her unwilling cunt clasped tightly around it.

He hadn't stopped; he couldn't. He hadn't even given her the chance to adjust to his sudden presence deep in her womb. He had just commenced to fuck, drubbing in and out of her like some feral, rutting beast. His one bran-inflamed thought had been to squirt his hot, thick load of waiting cum inside her soft womb where it belonged, where it had belonged for over a year now.

How many times did I fuck her? My god, I can't remember! Again and again I shot into her groaning body, flooding that delicious cunt with a reservoir of hot, slippery cum I'd been storing up for a year!

No, he couldn't remember how many times he had screwed her, only that a feeling of helpless guilt had finally swept over him. And then he had become more gentle with the quaking, sob-wracked body beneath him, and he had begun to whine soft apologies into her pain-deafened ears as he gently rocked over her. Desperately, he had endeavored to sound the faintest response of forgiveness from her, for letting his unbridled lust overcome the patience he knew he should have had with her.

It'd been useless. She'd lain unmoving beneath him, her beautiful eyes open wide, staring coldly right through him to the ceiling above, as he had continued his efforts to raise some reply that would show that she felt something other than pain and disgust.

Christ! The contempt in her eyes, and it'd never left them, even hours later, still lying there, sobbing quietly.

He recalled pacing the room, offering her a cigarette, a drink, anything that would break the horrible silence and spark the slightest sign of forgiveness from her. Finally, he had said, "Rebecca, darling, please, can you forgive me?"

She hadn't looked at him, nor even answered immediately, and when she had her voice was frigid, almost toneless.

"If you're through with me for the night, master, would you mind covering me?"

Her words had been like the keen edge of a blade thrust into him. He'd swallowed tightly and fulfilled her wish, tucking the sheet beneath her chin.

"Darling, I know it must've been horrible for you, I... I just lost control, that's all. I-I've waited so damned long."

She hadn't answered, nor looked, nor showed the slightest reaction to his words.

"You, you were so breathtaking, standing there in that doorway..." he babbled on. "If only we hadn't waited so long. Remember? How many times have I said that we shouldn't wait any longer?"

She lay unmoved.

"Damn it, Rebecca, I'm sorry!" he had blurted out at her in his discomfiture. "What more can I say? I'm a man, not some piece of machinery. You have to try to understand about these things. A woman with your beauty can drive a poor male out of his mind. It... it didn't just happen. Good Lord, it's been building inside me now for a year."

Suddenly, she had rolled her back to him, as if he were not speaking, not even in the room. Rage had welled up inside him.

"Damn you!" he swore, ripping the sheet from her to expose her luscious white body to him once more. "You're my wife now, and you'll act like a wife!"

She had stared at him, her eyes widening in fear once more as she saw him jerk the robe from himself and his thick cock leap into its rigid state yet again.

I must've looked like a madman that time, he thought, remembering how he had thrown himself on top of her once more.

"You beast, beast, beast!" she'd gasped, trying to struggle with him, clawing at him with her long nails and kicking wildly as she writhed beneath him.

It was then that he had groped for his robe, pulled loose its tie-cord and brutally secured her hands behind her. Her struggles weakened. She was exhausted. Tears of humiliation and heartbreak stained her cheeks. He hardly knew what he was doing, only that she belonged to him and that she had to be made to know this. All resistance left her and he pulled her back across the bed so that her hips rested on the edge, her legs trailing down to the floor. She wept, hatred and shame spewing from her eyes. He pushed her thighs wide apart once again and she began to sob louder as he thrust his cock into her cunt once more, half standing, half laying across the soft, naked flesh of her asscheeks and as his hot, fleshy staff drubbed up and up into her widestretched passage, he couldn't contain his almost obscene gasping grunts, which mingled with her sobs and then lost itself in a continuous pant of lust.

Good god! he thought again, as visions of his brutal raping of her deluged his brain. What have I done?

Dr. Alex Leduc smiled benignly at the ravishing blonde beauty seated across the desk from him, his expression a professionally warm, sympathetic one as he leaned hack in his chair, his hands joined at finger-tips, his relaxed presence putting Rebecca at ease immediately.

Remarkable, he thought, smiling inwardly at this stroke of good fortune. Oddly enough, hadn't he been thinking of her just before she had entered his quarters? Surely, the gods must be smiling upon him this day, he mused, as he listened to her hesitant, shamed, and more often, weeping little tale of repugnance. Alas, he had been near ready to give up the idea of such a quick shipboard conquest of this lush, young American beauty... and now Madame Fate had dealt him an exciting hand. Ravishing, absolutely ravishing! Mon Dieu, he must play these cards carefully, cautiously, for the good Madame Fate seldom extended a second opportunity.

Rebecca told him all, holding back nothing, surprising herself at her uninhibited divulgence of even the more lurid details to this tall, slender, debonair appearing man with the black lip-line mustache and the handsome graying temples she had known only a matter of hours. Of course, he was a physician and that was her singular cause for coming to him. There was no reason why she should be suddenly astonished with her actions. She had needed medical assistance, both physical and mental at this bitter, crucial point, and where else would one go aboard ship but to the qualified practitioner?

"I... I, perhaps I shouldn't have come," she said, dropping her lovely head and shifting awkwardly in her chair, finally tugging a small, silk hanky into view to touch at her nose and eyes. "I... I just didn't know what else to do, Doctor."

"But of course, Madame Arden," Leduc spoke smoothly, reassuringly. "You have done the very proper thing in consulting me." He stood slowly. "It might help put you at ease to know that in my country I combine marriage counseling along with my regular practice."

Rebecca raised her eyes. "I didn't know," she said. She was pleased.

Leduc smiled. "Right now you are overwrought, ma chere. Let me prepare you a little something to soothe you while we talk, eh?"

She didn't hesitate; she was gratified to have found someone in whom she could confide. Even yet, she could not grasp the full horror of the despicable abuse her own Paul had subjected her to. It was beyond the bounds of her frustrated reasoning power to comprehend it. She wept quietly again as the doctor moved about his compact quarters with efficient ease.

It'll never be the same between us, she thought. It can't be. No matter, the scars will always be there. Oh Paul, how could you?

"Now, if Madame will just slip out of her jacket and raise her sleeve," said Leduc, approaching the distraught girl with a hypodermic syringe, its needle tipped in cotton.

His smile seemed to allay her solicitudes, but the sight of the needle made her catch her breath. She hesitated, looking up at him questioningly.

"I... Is it necessary, Doctor? I abhor needles."

"Please," he replied, gently but firmly. "It's but a mild tranquilizer and its effect is more rapid when administered intramuscularly, ma chere. Then, we will chat, eh?"

Rebecca did as he bade, hardly feeling the insertion. Then, as she sat once more, he gave her a small glass of amber-colored, sweet tasting liquid he described as a balm to the genitalia, the reference immediately embarrassing her.

"Under the circumstances, after what you've already told me, Madame, I'm certain the remedy will offer welcome relief to you," he went on, not looking at her but writing on a yellow form as he spoke.

Rebecca flushed and she was angry with herself for doing so. Good Lord, she had to realize that she was a grown up married woman now, and it was high-time she cast aside at least some of her Puritanistic monomania. Perhaps, perhaps had she done so a long time ago, as Paul had suggested, none of this would have happened, and at this very moment they would be in each other's arms making beautiful, tender love....

"If Madame will finish the medication," Doctor Leduc interrupted her thoughts, rising once more and moving noiselessly around the room to soften the lights and cover the porthole with its drape. Rebecca watched him with some wonderment, further surprised when he lighted a small lamp placed upon the corner of his desk, its almost flickering ray directed upon her lap. He took her emptied glass placing it on a tray, then reseated himself. She could scarcely see his face in the shadow beyond the lamp, but his voice came to her in a rich, deep tone that seemed to comfort her. Truly, she had commenced to relax, her tensions easing inside her, even the burning distress between her bruised, tender thighs had begun to subside. She leaned back emitting a long soulful sigh. It was so good to be at ease again after the long night of horror she had just gone through.

There, Madame, now that you've become yourself once more, perhaps we can discuss this problem that's reared its ugly head between you and your handsome husband. Make yourself as comfortable as you can, but try to hold your head erect, in a normal position. The influence in the relaxing nerve-centers of the neck will be much more rapid. Keep both feet flat upon the floor... there, that's fine, you look much more comfortable. How do you feel?"

She allowed herself an unrestrained little laugh. "Loose," she replied, "quite loose."

"Ahhh then, that's fine," he said pleasantly, and the ray of the near kaleidoscopic glow seemed abruptly to concentrate on the large amethyst stone in the engagement ring Paul had given her. "That is a lovely gem, Madame Arden," he commented.

"Yes, it's my engagement ring."

"Splendid stone," Doctor Leduc praised with hardly an inflection of tone to his rich voice. "Notice how it sparkles in this light?"

"Yes, it does, doesn't it."

"Focus your attention easily upon any point of the gem and note how it sparkles."

"I... I see," Rebecca replied, hesitantly.

"Keep your gaze steady, ma chere, but do not exert any unusual effort," he said in deep, steady monotone. "Just concentrate on the reflection of light without removing your gaze for an instant, yes, that is right. It relaxes you doesn't it?"

Y-Yes, it relaxes me."

"You feel completely at ease now. There are no tensions within you. You are loose and comfortable, and completely at rest, are you not?"

"Yes. Yes, I am completely at rest."

The suave physician smiled to himself. He was indeed pleased. He said, "Now, we must chat, tell each other our innermost secrets without exciting ourselves, mustn't we?"

"Yes."

"Very well, ma chere. Tell me, were you a virgin last night when you went to your husband?"

"Yes."

"And had he ever made love to a woman before?" he questioned in his level, restive voice, watching the reactions of her enticing features, the twitches to her mouth and cheek, the level blank stare of her enchanting eyes.

"I... I don't know."

"But you were a virgin?"

"Yes."

He smiled. Gently now, he thought. "Had not you ever held his penis in your hand?"

Her cheek twitched. "No," she replied quickly.

"But you wanted to."

"Yes." she twitched once more.

"You have dreamed of taking his member into your hand and caressing it... stroking it, kissing it, haven't you, ma chere?"

Her mouth twisted, indicating her reluctance to acknowledge his question. Again, he smiled to himself. She was merely in a light sleep and he was taunting her. Of course, he was only testing, actually attempting to determine how difficult she was going to be. He well knew the limitations of endeavoring to force the will upon a reluctant subject. He said, "You will answer me, Madame."

"Yes, I have dreamed those things."

"It's quite normal," he said, reassuring her. "But had your husband ever touched your warm little pussy before last night?"

Now, she reacted with both the cheek tic and the twisting mouth. He was probing at her morals and her subconscious was rejecting the idea, probably not so much the act, he thought, as to his choice of obscene words. "Answer me," he insisted.

"Yes."

"You liked it?"

"Yes."

"And then, he tried to fuck you?"

Pain seemed to leap into her glazed eyes as her mouth twitched and the tics tugged at her cheeks at the sound of the lewd word. Leduc could not help but revel inwardly at her obvious frustrations. However, it was necessary that he force her to answer in order that he remain in command. He prodded more and demanded she answer.

"Yes, yes, he tried."

"Very good, ma chere," Leduc said, never deviating from his rich, monotone voice. "Now, I will commence to count and you will go deeper and deeper to sleep. When I reach twenty you will be in a deep, deep sleep. One - your arms are growing heavier and heavier, Two...."

When he was done, Doctor Alex Leduc smiled triumphantly to himself at his latest acquisition, for surely she was that. She sat, quite immobile, her eyes closed, caught completely in the throes of his induced trance. She had been a simple and most cooperative patient, and from this point all should go even more facilely. He was extremely pleased.

He stood, rounding his desk to where he could better observe her exquisite loveliness. Flawless. Absolutely flawless! Of course, what lay hidden beneath the concealing garments was of vast importance, and he could only imagine at the voluptuous beauty. His mouth watered at the thought, his brain rapidly filling with lewd visions of her white, tender, full body writhing beneath him as he sunk his cock deep into the quivering depths of her near-virginal belly. Her lush lips intrigued him and he imagined them encircling about the shaft of his prick, sucking in wild abandon, until finally his heavy rod jerked into rigidity, fighting against its captivity as if it had a mind of its own.

Ahhh, but first things first, he thought to himself confidently. A bit of post-hypnotic suggestion to insure her future need of his "treatment," plus a barrier for the diplomatic young M. Arden to cope with. Then, to the more pleasurable aspects of this little consultation. His potion of absinthe-flavored Dhattura that he had fed her in the small glass was undoubtedly having its full effect by this time.

It had taken him some years to contrive his formula for successful seduction, and profitable seduction. Yes, he mustn't forget the monetary end of it. He chuckled lightly to himself. Profitable seduction, a most unique and meaningful phrase. Madame Leduc was going to be pleased. He rubbed lustfully at the throbbing flesh of his cock inside his pants. Yes, yes, it was time.

Rebecca found that she was smiling at the suave doctor, but she didn't pay particular attention to the fact that the little desk-lamp had been extinguished, nor that the other room lighting was back to its normal illumination. She was more concerned with the complete peace of mind she felt, her lack of any malice toward her darling Paul, and the rather warm, tingling sensations she was experiencing in her pelvic regions. She crossed her legs tightly as if in an effort to choke the agitation and watched the doctor finish his writing on the yellow form.

Finally, he raised his head, laying down his pen. "And now, Madame Arden, if you'll step into the examining room and slip out of your things we'll make our genito-urinary examination. You'll find a garment there to put around you."

He had spoken with authoritative firmness that even her immediate reluctance did not seem capable of overcoming. Still, she hesitated. It was as if two factions inside her brain were suddenly at war with one another: the one insisting such an examination was certainly unnecessary; the other rebuking her for her narrow-mindedness once more. After all, he was the physician and she had come to him with her problem.

"Come, ma chere," he insisted rather sharply. "Let's not waste my time."

So, she did as he ordered, entering the little room where a narrow, austere looking examining table stood secured in the center of the floor, and began removing her clothes. She stepped out of her skirt and half-slip, the brush of air against her naked upper thighs seeming to revive the tingling sensations once more. A tiny shudder passed over her as she began to unfasten her blouse, thinking it shouldn't be necessary to remove her nylons and garter belt. She unhooked her bra, momentarily hesitating, then continuing as if prodded by some unseen force. Released from their silken confinement, her straining breasts seemed to swell and the erectile rubiness of her injured nipples tensed in their nudity. She took a deep breath, unable to fathom the gentle daze-like lethargy she was experiencing. Then she removed her panties and took a step forward toward the gown draped across the table. She paused and smoothed her hands carefully up to her breasts, touching them tenderly in guarded exploration. Ohhh, she moaned, they're sore. Her hands explored farther, coursing their way down over her stomach to her thighs. She spread them slightly, the prurient sensations continuing to expand within her at her own touch. She groaned again, as her fingers touched delicately the slight bruises lining the soft edges of her pussy. She probed carefully about the red sensitive opening, just as Doctor Leduc made his entrance.

Rebecca gasped, leaping backward in startled shock. Her shame followed seconds later as she grabbed for the gown and the doctor caught her hand gently.

"No need for that, really, ma chere," he said calmly, his smile disarming her almost immediately. "Those things only get in the way of the poor physician. Now, if you'll just climb up onto the table and lie on your back, please."

Rebecca stared at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Her brain had become a turmoil of mixed emotions. While she knew this wanton display of her body to this man was not only unnecessary but entirely immoral, there seemed little that she wanted to do toward covering herself. And the lewd itching in her breasts, her loins and her belly was reaching an almost uncontrollable state.

My god! What's happening to me? she thought as she slipped mechanically onto the table, lay back and spread her thighs ever so slightly. I must be going mad! I want him to touch me, to feel me... to, to, ohh god!

Leduc was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of the young blonde as she lay naked before him. Her sleek, firm body was an entrancing combination of reversing golden curled lines, rising and arching contours of her swelling breasts and thighs, and then falling into the gentle concavity of her soft, smooth white belly. He gaped at the velvet-like honey-colored silken down that covered the junction of her slightly spread thighs. The thin red hairy slit running the length of her open crotch caused his mouth to go dry. He moved toward her slowly, his tongue moistening his thin lips, as he watched the glazed expression in her exotic eyes.

"You were examining yourself when I entered, ma chere," he said as casually as he could. "Let us see if, and what, damage was done by this lusty young husband of yours." He smiled down at her salaciously. "If you will open your thighs a bit more, Madame."

Rebecca returned his gaze, unable to check the carnality building inside her, and as he lay his hand gently upon her thigh, tenderly sliding it along the white, satin-smooth flesh, she felt as though she were about to ignite inside. It was as if he had touched her with a thousand volts of electricity and a million spine-chilling, fiery particles burst through her loins and belly, and automatically her hands moved to her breasts once more, her thumbs and forefingers plucking at the nipples like hungry birds of prey and sending more sensual uncontrollable shocks through her.

Dear god! What's happening to me? I must be losing my mind! Oh, Paul darling, I need you! I need you!

"There now, let us look closer," said Leduc, bending down between her thighs, then moving to the foot of the table. "If you will put your feet flat upon the surface, ma chere, Ah, yes, that's fine," he said as she raised her knees, placing her feet accordingly. "Now, just slide down this way." She did, until her wet open loins were only inches from his face. "Excellent, excellent," he muttered.

Involuntarily, he sucked in his breath at the unbelievable sight before him. He had fucked many drugged young women, but never anything like this. Never anything so pure, innocent and proud. The thought of helpless, uncontrollable mewling grunts of pleasure escaping those untouchable lips goaded his organ into rock-hardness. He could feel the blood throbbing painfully into its large, expanded head. Tiny drops of thick white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the sensitive contracting cockhead at its tip, smearing wetly against his thigh. He thought once more, checking himself. He had locked the outer door and placed the "Doctor Out" sign. Satisfied, he silently opened the fly of his pants to ease the pain slightly. Then, with thumbs pressed to either side of her hairy pussylips, Leduc tenderly spread the vertical mouth until its moist, coral lusciousness was opened to him and his own mouth fell agape at its glistening jeweled splendor. He felt her warm, soft, inner-thighs quiver to the backs of his hands and heard her breath lodge deep down in her gasping throat. Expertly, he leaned closer and opened the soft fleshy inner petals enshrining her clit with the tip of his tongue. He felt the erotic shock of his touch surge through her convulsively.

"Oooooh, god! What are you doing?" Rebecca gasped, raising her head to stare down with bulging eyes between her proud, erect breasts at his lowered head buried in her crotch. Then, he was smiling at her, his inimitable smile of confidence. "Oohhh!" she jerked, as his hot moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. And again his hazy face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece between her upraised thighs as he planted wet, tantalizing kisses on the closed aperture, his tongue flicking eel-like at the quivering opening.

Once more, Rebecca's hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing breasts as if she had no control over them, sliding slowly down her smooth, flat stomach and coming to rest on either side of his gently nibbling lips. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment as her mind raced in maddening confusion. Momentary thoughts of her Paul flashed in her brain, but then he was gone, and her fingers as though hypnotically controlled by some other being, spread the fleshy hairy lips of her soft, moist pussy slowly apart, allowing his hungry devouring mouth complete access to her wet secret being.

Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled insanely from side to side as his hot searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling her quivering erected clit. Dear god! The lips sucked, drawing the warm soft folds deep into the cavern of his gently biting mouth, while his tongue continued its maddening licking against the urgent pink smoothness of her open sex.

Paul! Paul! My god, help me!

She groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot probing tip worked its way up and down the length of the narrow wet slit, starting at her lower belly and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping pussy and into the crevice of her flexing asscheeks where it stopped momentarily to do a wet, circling homage to the tight brown throbbing hole nestled there. She felt her hips grind of their own volition against the hard table, and heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting pitifully from between her passion-clenched teeth.

She couldn't believe it! She couldn't! Yet, she knew it was happening!

Leduc worked hungrily, feeling the soft wet pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks. He completely opened the front of his pants, letting them drop and pushing down his silk shorts. He slowly massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over the jerking head as he continued spearing his hot, flicking tongue deep into her cunt. When he had first laid eyes upon her there in the lounge with her stupid, dull American husband, this urge to conquer her for his own pleasure had almost overwhelmed him, but in all good reasoning he had never deemed such a coup possible. And now, here she lay, squirming beneath his tongue and completely at his mercy, Mon Dieu, and loving it, far beyond his fondest dreams.

Her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the throbbing, twisting lips of her tortured genitals. Yes, yes! He wanted her begging for it when he was ready to sink his hard, throbbing 10-inch cock into her, and that wouldn't be far away. He had never seen anyone so hot, even with the potion. Mon Dieu, she needed it bad and he was doing his French best. He half-grinned to himself, thinking that this was only the beginning.

He realized she was too far beyond recovery now to fight anything he chose to do to her, and his keen mind commenced to form weird erotic scenes of the positions he could submit her to, as well as the acts he could perform at will upon her docile, desire wracked body.

He could not keep from gloating to himself as suddenly her hands were clawing at his hair, attempting to guide his face to the small palpitating opening of her cuntal mouth. He plunged his tongue into the soft-rimmed flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing it to tantalize mercilessly the ragged pink edges.

She cried aloud and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch.

He complied, ramming his tongue deep down into it, rounding his lips and covering, the clasping viscous opening to bring a low guttural groan from this delicate morsel whose soft warm thighs were closing spasmodically around either side of his head. He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of her invaded pussy opened and closed in a sucking motion, attempting to extract his tongue deeper and deeper into it. It was as if the nibbling hairy mouth was trying with all its lust-inspired strength to snap out and rip his tongue out by the roots, devouring it completely. Her heels snaked out in the air and pushed down against his back pressing his lean body into the soft, squirming trap of flesh between her uplifted legs. His nose was mashed against her throbbing clit and he could only inhale the poignant aromas of her lusty, lubricious state. Mon Dieu! Its delicate tang incited his penis to a hardness he could little longer control! He had to fuck this little American bitch soon or he would burst like a balloon!

Rebecca's body was completely lost in the enrapture of the moment. Every muscle of her sex-toned being was tensed as she strained her hips aloft toward that maddening inquiry between her legs.

Oh Paul! Paul! I never knew it was like this! Why hadn't he told her? Such magnificent things were bursting from her body!

Abruptly, her love for Paul incited her further. Her now up-drawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head of the gluttonously slashing tongue that was licking at her dripping pussy. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled savagely at the tangled hands - full of hair she clasped.

"Oh! Ohhh! Agggghhhh!" she moaned, splaying her legs out wider and wider to the sides to allow him greater access.

Leduc could stand it no longer. His cock throbbed like a wild spirited animal. He grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees and climbing into the table, thrust them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up her sweat-soaked body simultaneously. His rigid, palpitating prick brushed tensingly against the wetness of her soft, sparse pubic hair. He splayed his hands beside either of her shoulders and forced her legs up and back until her ankles were locked behind his neck. He gaped down between their bodies and saw her upturned, the magnificence of her ivory-white asscheeks completely exposed to him.

The expanded narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing its lips anxiously, the wet pink furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs tightly up against hers.

"Now, my precious little American cunt, I am going to fuck you silly," Leduc said down into her face, a wicked smile contorting his handsome, distinguished features.

Rebecca could not see the face hovering over her through her passion and drug-dimmed eyes. Words were unintelligible sounds to her. Only animalistic values seemed of importance. She could feel the fleshy hugeness of his hard member lying the full length of the open quivering slit. The jerking, chunky head of his cock lay palpitating between her wide-spread asscheeks, insinuating itself in a rising and falling, sawing motion, a maddening tease that caused her to grind her hips down toward it, her agonized cunt searching hungrily for its rigid blood-filled tip.

She had to have it inside her! Her belly screamed for it! You understand, Paul! I know you do! My god, I've got to have it!

She groped with her hands in panic, finding their way beneath the cheeks of her ass to grasp the full length of the lead-hard member. Her tightly closed hands caressed it tenderly in reverence. She sensed its convulsive spasms against her soft palms, and the viscid milk that oozed in driblets from the lust-inflated head. She steered it up the vale between the soft, quivering moons of her asscheeks, never allowing its touch to lose contact with her flesh until it was adjusted between the now ravenously lubricated lips of her craving pussy. She held it in place with one hand and clutched upon the man's asscheeks with the other, hauling with all of her strength in an effort to pull it into her and let it quell the gnawing, hot heat burning madly in her belly.

Originally, Leduc had entertained no intentions of taunting her, but now he could not help himself. Even though he had all he could do to keep from instantaneously impaling this lovely American bitch on his aching cock, his sadistic desire to torment her could not be denied. Shortly, he would empty his white, hot cum into her luscious steaming cunt, but temporarily, he must taunt her It was undoubtedly an inherent part of his nature. Perhaps his noble father, the count, had found gratification this way. Certainly, the count's reputation was such that today his name was only mentioned in conjunction with the more Cyprian of circumstances. He chuckled within himself, thinking his sire would be proud of him at this exceedingly meritorious moment, then, he flicked his hips forward.

Rebecca winced as she felt the lips around her throbbing pussy forced open. Its elastic rimmed snugness resisted momentarily, then gave way beneath the harsh, brutal pressure. The agony shattered her for a long moment and she endeavored to mechanically resist, squealing a throaty wail.

Leduc reveled in that. He was elated to hear her painful cries. He thrust again, listening intently for her deeper whines. Suddenly, he wanted to hear her scream for mercy! He could stand it no longer! He rammed forward with everything he had, a momentary flickering of understanding for Paul Arden flashing in his brain, sinking his lust- inflated cock all the way in to his pelvis. He felt his balls whap resoundingly against her twitching ass as she ground her squirming asscheeks hard down against the ungiving, table, attempting to escape the cruel, instantaneous impalement. She screamed! Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his long, lean body, splaying over either side of the the table, kicking futilely in the air.

"Paul! P-Paul! Good Jesus god! No! Nooooooo!" she choked, her naked, white body pinned helplessly to the narrow table as though impaled there by a stake. With her every jerk the huge head seemed to burrow deeper and deeper into her. The doctor's outstretched arms pinioned her tightly to the thin mattressed table, while his wide- spread knees held her thighs split to the fullest extent. She was certain that her body was being ripped down the middle and she would be rent in half from this giant thing imbedded deep in her crotch. The searing, pole-like shaft felt as though it would burst into her throat from beneath as its bloated head thrust hard against her cervix, rocking her own head as if it were on hinges to her neck as the monster pummeled into her.

Leduc gaped at her from above with a lascivious smirk on his lips. He was truly elated. He had garnered an exquisite morsel. Right now, her face was contorted from the agony of his first vicious stab. He grinned widely as her lips curled back from her teeth, pleading, incoherent whimpers emitting from the depths of her throat. Her arms were outstretched, palms against his hips, and he chuckled as he watched her attempting to hold back the blunt, hard knob pressing against her womb like a great heavy stone.

Poor child, she had never known anything like this, let alone having it this deep, he thought, as he held her pinned in the lewd, humiliating position. He glanced down once more to see his curly black pubic hair entangled tightly with her own golden strands, the base of his thick, fleshy cock barely protruding from its submerged depths in her pink, throbbing furrow - the very same that his educated tongue had licked to moist, craving receptiveness only moments before. He could see the tight, slightly bruised lips of her cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the spongy outer pink rim clasping tightly about the white skinned base of his cock.

He smiled once more to himself, holding her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of her magnificently impaled loveliness speared helplessly beneath him, with his heavy 10-incher sunk deep in her smooth white belly. Mon Dieu! He wished her husband, the young proud diplomat could observe his wife now, spread-eagled, so as to speak, with a disgusting subservient alien causing her to scream and yell. Mon Dieu, what pleasure he would derive from that. He tittered to himself. Tel est notre plaisir. Tel pere, tel fils, mon ami. And he was going to give this American beauty a fuck she would never forget as long as she lived, and that was only the beginning.

Rebecca squirmed helplessly beneath him. All sense of balance had long since left her. Her brain was a maze of distorted thoughts, and she could not apply what thinking capacities she had to anything but what was immediately absorbing her. Presently, it was agony. She could feel the searching, hot pain of the sudden blunt entry tearing cruelly at her insides from between her legs. She flexed her crotch muscles tightly together in an attempt to hold off the huge invading cudgel, but the throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite the monster and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting passage. She felt the walls of her cringing cunt clasp around it like a glove. She sensed its every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted its enormous form in minute detail to her muddled mind like a televised beam.

Dear god! It's alive inside me!

The hard, spongy tip pressed relentlessly against her cervix, the thin folds of flesh along its length, the tickling hairs of his balls in the crevice of her ass, were all suddenly a part of her. She had become united with it, and in spite of her pain her tongue snaked out and began an insane licking at her lips. Abruptly, the pungent odors of their union stung her flaring nostrils and she linked it with the frenzied anguish of Paul's rape of her, and once more her nostrils flared as the throbbing cock lodged even deeper into her soft, white belly. In some far-reaching, insane way, she chose to roll them altogether into one great fiery ball of aching hunger. There had never been anything before this, and there would be nothing after! This was it! This moment! Her cunt contracted involuntarily as the lascivious thoughts raced out of control through her drugged brain.

At last, Leduc felt the slight fluttering pressure exerted against his penis. He had waited patiently for it, knowing from experience that it would come. He hovered motionless above her prostrate form, waiting, until she became accustomed to his bulky presence submerged in her belly. Now, he flexed the member gently, expanding it inside her, but holding his body immobile.

"Oh," Rebecca whimpered through bared teeth, still fighting the fine line of pleasure and pain.

Doctor Leduc waited a moment, anticipating her thoughts, then flexed once more as he watched her face beneath him. The mouth fell limply open, the eyes clenched tightly shut

"Ooooohhhhh!" she exclaimed. Then, she held her breath as the buried cock expanded more, stretching the narrow passage walls farther apart.

"What we are doing, cheri, is widening your tight little cunt walls so that the presence of a cock inside your belly will bring you nothing but pleasure from now on," Leduc whispered triumphantly down into her tormented face. "Do you understand?"

Rebecca rolled her head at the vile sound of the obscene words.

It isn't real! Nothing is real! It just can't be happening! It's the devil doing these things to me, turning my body into a raging inferno... Yes, it's the devil, Oh god help me!

Leduc flexed once more, now setting a deliberate teasing rhythm to his throbs. He watched her nostrils begin a hesitant flaring to the tempo. At last, soft mewling noises of rapture escaped from her open mouth in cadence with his tender ministrations.

"Ooooohhh, Yes, darling, Yes, darling," she moaned.

He sensed her urgent answering throbs begin around the head of his penis. Her moist, clasping cunt-throat commenced a soft opening and closing as it swallowed about his throbbing shaft.

He did not move, only continued the spaced, tantalizing pulsing into the pierced lovely beneath him. Now, he lowered his lips to wetly kiss hers and her whole body began to twitch and writhe under him as she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, thrusting her tongue with sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate, servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her beautiful face twisting with erotic passion, her mouth working like a fish out of water, her neck straining as a light sweat broke out onto her forehead under the now disheveled soft blonde hair. Her head lolled from side to side in her semi-conscious state, as her hips began a slow unwitting roll beneath his impaling fleshy spit. Suddenly, her hungry nibbling cunt screwed itself up tighter against his hairy pelvis and he was forced to clench his teeth tightly in an effort to control himself.

There was no longer pain, Rebecca reasoned nebulously. Her body was involuntarily coming to life. A maddening electric tingle had burst into being within her womb and surged relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her vibrant flesh. It rippled through her cunt and out the fleece-lined flanges, dancing like wild demons across her milky- white thighs, coursing the full length of her outstretched legs to circle about inside her toes as she curled them tightly against the soles of her feet. It raced from her contracting belly insanely through her rib-cage and out to the bruised tips of her pink palpitating nipples.

Leduc slipped his hands down her sides and slid them under the soft, smooth globes of her moving asscheeks. They flexed and unflexed to his touch, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He drew her harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist, slippery hole of her cunt flowering open to receive his cock to greater and greater depths. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed beneath him from the magnitude of her sensations.

"Now, cheri," he hissed at her, "we must learn to beg for it when we want it, mustn't we?"

"Oooohhh, yes, yes." she groaned out beneath him, all control over her body gone.

"Then beg me, my pet. Beg me to fuck you," he said as he continued to grind his cock into her wet, quivering cunt.

Even in this wanton, abandoned state she had reached, Rebecca's brain rebelled. Once more, she began to roll her head, her eyes shut tight as if to blot out the vile order. Everything in her being recoiled at the thought, except her crotch, and therein lay her heart and soul at this very moment. Tears squeezed from her tightly shut eyes, streaming down her cheeks.

"Beg me!" Leduc snarled, digging his fingers cruelly into the softness of her tender, ivory asscheeks. "Now! Beg, damn you!"

"Ooooohhhh, yes, yes, I beg you."

"Be specific! Say it! Fuck me, ma chere. Ram your cock into my cunt! Say it!"

"Oooohhh, Fuck me, my darling."

"Finish!"

"R-ram your cock into my cunt! Yes, yes, fuck me, my darling!" she babbled, the thought of her own lips speaking these lewd words for the first time in her life sending a new lascivious thrill swirling through her, and she rotated her hips from side to side around his thick, rigid cock vigorously, her pussy dilating in time to its rhythmic beating.

"There now, that's better," Leduc soothed in his rich tones as she whined passionately up at him. "You see how beautiful it can be, cheri?"

"Oh yes, yes! It's beautiful, wonderful! Don't ever stop!"

"Ah oui, ma cheri, but now you must work a little harder," he whispered, and immediately he felt her pelvis begin screwing up against the length of his rock-hard penis. The tiny contracting muscles inside her cunt were nibbling hungrily at the inflated head. The dilated lips between her hairy pink slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down the rod for several inches then munched their way back up, buffering her soft, golden-down tightly against his pubic hair, embedding the full length of him deep into her warm, white tummy. He remained immobile, resting still above her with his hands flat on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed tight to the thin- mattressed table. He let her quivering body pump up and down at will on the rigid shaft that fused them together.

He watched intensely its slow withdrawal between them, extracting thin ridges of her pink flesh out with it as she screwed her pelvis down onto the table, then pushing the fleshy coral folds back into her as the glistening length was consumed deep into the quivering, salacious opening. He let her strain against him for awhile, watching the now utter abandon of her labors, a dazed ecstatic smile playing across her lips. Ah yes, he thought, she was going to make a fine patient, and an excellent commodity. He grinned to himself as he felt the harsh slap of his balls against the unprotected crevice of her ass. It was time for further experimentation, and subjugation of this delicate American bitch.

He slid his fingers down over the tight, flexing skin of her ass and found the small puckered ass cradled defenselessly there. It was soft and warm and he could feel it working fish-like with the movement of her asscheeks pushing against his loins. He pressed into it with a gentle but quick insertion, feeling the soft, spongy flesh yield unwillingly.

"Oooohhh," she gasped, the sound tumbling from her lips in painful protest.

He thrust further, taking pleasure in hearing her groans of subjugation.

"Oooooohhhhh god!" she cried louder from his further outrage against her defenseless ass.

But he gave no quarter. Instead, he worked his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. He slipped another finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it moved into the soft warm depths.

The deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowed into whimpers of pain for a moment, and then slowly subsided to be replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her ass became accustomed to the strange, unnatural invasion.

Leduc smiled his little expression of triumph and he kissed her as she began slowly screwing her ass back onto his fingers, while he probed them methodically around in the warm rubbery channel. She was hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her pussy and his fingers shoved tightly in her ass. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, she commenced twisting and squealing wantonly under the double ravishment of her loins. Her thrusts up against him became more urgent, her motions faster by the second, her small white teeth biting hard into her lower lip as he continued the drubbing pillage of her ass. He knew she was straining to cum; the juices of her milking pussy were beginning to flow and he could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust sharply up his cock, absorbing it deep inside her, her back arched a foot off the table, her feet planted flat on either side of his knees. She bucked against him wildly and he pulled his fingers from her ass with a wet, hissing sound. She squirmed and skewered, raising a cry from her throat with every up-thrust.

"Oh, dear god! Yes! Yes! I'm cuming, darling! I'm cummmiiinnnggg... Aaaaagggghhhh!"

And with the last deep throated cry, her body began quaking uncontrollably. Torrents of girl-cum oozed from her jerking passage, immersing his spearing prick in its slippery warmth and trickling obscenely down the crevice of her smooth, white asscheeks and on down over his balls pressed snugly against the tiny brown tight ass.

Leduc held himself until she had grunted out the last of her juices onto his matted pelvis, her body still heaving spasmodically. Then, he reached back taking her ankles and raising them over her shoulders, until her widespread slit between her legs was completely open to his desire.

"Now, ma chere," he leered down into her face, "we come to the finale of today's treatment, which should hold you in good stead until tomorrow.

Her mind had begun to clear somewhat. She tried to shake her head to rid it of the cobwebs. She was trembling all over and her stomach was quaking as if she had just been saved from falling off a cliff. My god, the obscene position she was in! And she was helpless beneath him!

Leduc withdrew his deeply imbedded shaft until just the tip of the head rested in her.

"This is the test, ma chere," he taunted and she whimpered beneath him.

He rammed forward with all of his stored up energy. The full throbbing length of his incited cock sunk cruelly into her helpless, exposed pussy. She cried out at the merciless lunge, a futile gesture that only inflamed him further. He could hear, the wet, flat smack as his pelvis smacked hard against her crotch. He dropped heavily upon her, mashing her lush, ripe tits tightly against his chest. He locked his saliva filled mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue deep down into her throat, muffling the cries forming there. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her secured in that helpless position as he battered like a machine-gun into her. Reaching beneath them, he forced his hands under the white full cheeks of her ass, cupping them and kneading the warm soft flesh, pulling the rounded moons far, far apart.

A gem, he thought. Mon Dieu, what an exquisite gem! She would make him, and his friends, very happy when they arrived in Paris.

Now, he initiated lengthy, hard strokes into her steaming channel, wet and slippery from her climax, withdrawing the head until just its tip lay inside the hot, viscous mouth, then charging forward vigorously with his hips, his ballsac squeezing tightly into the widely-splayed crack of her asscheeks.

Rebecca wailed from her pregnable position, her mind suddenly and brutally evaluating properly as the drug wore away, her immediate rational thoughts filled with both her Paul and her shame.

Oh, dear god! Dear god! What have I done? What am I doing here?

Again, she groaned as her vulnerable open cunt was plundered almost beyond endurance.

He is mad! He's an insane monster!

Her head was hinging wildly on her neck with each jack-hammer thrust and it was impossible to fight from her hopeless position. Her arms were pinned down at her sides by her up-drawn legs, and she could feel the giant head of his filthy thing sliding up and down inside her inflamed passage like the hard knob of a long, ugly cudgel, and the hot slap of his balls against her ass as he jerked forward with his down stroke. Cool, exhilarating rushes of air soothed her thighs each time he extracted his heavy, pistoning cock.

Dear god, dear god help me! Don't let me succumb this way. It's, it's like a thousand red-hot bars inside me battering one against the other, sending out a million sparks through my body from, from this molten nucleus of, of my CUNT! OH GOD! OH GOD!

"FUCK ME, DAMN YOU! FUCK ME! HARDER, HARDER, HARDER!" she screamed, trying to raise her ass higher to him.

Her womb flared and the resisting lips of her hairy slit flowered open to receive the delicious rape of her secret genitals. Her hands fought desperately until they were free and wrapped around his back. Her nails gouged a red streaked path down to his flexing asscheeks. She hauled him deep into her and shoved her fleece covered belly up hard to skewer herself fanatically onto the stake of flesh her cunt was endeavoring to suck the life from. She drew his thick, wet tongue voraciously deep into her mouth, swallowing greedily at the droplets of his saliva running down it in her lewd excitement. Now, her voluptuous body was matching his battering plunges with her own rhythmic thrashing.

"Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!" Leduc babbled over and over as he ceaselessly pounded his inflated cock deep into her white rounded little belly with long cruel strokes. He could feel the hot, white semen amassing within his throbbing balls as they beat a tattoo against her marvelously exposed ass. It was nearing the explosion! Wildly, he thrust his tongue far down her throat and with harshly kneading hands, clutched the wide open cheeks of her lush white asscheeks hard up against his ramming pelvis, as he slammed his spewing cock all the way to the hilt in her soft, unresisting cunt.

Rebecca felt a new sweet pain to her insides as the head of his deeply sunk, tormenting cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to mangle her inner organs. It began to spurt! She could feel the delicious hot, white liquid shooting into her like molten fire, sloshing around her dilated womb like great streams of searing lava. The very pores of her cunt-walls opened to it, oozing forth their own enraptured answer, spilling her secretion into the already flooded cavern of her quivering pink pussy.

It was maddeningly magnificent! No words could describe it! She was going out of her mind with the ecstasy! She couldn't let it stop!

She clawed frantically beneath her squirming asscheeks with both hands and began to passionately milk at his balls pressed into the split of her ass. Her legs jerked out to their full length wildly, quivering helplessly in the air on either side of him. The enormous prick continued to squirt its completion. Thick, hot jets streamed from its head neverendingly in blissful, unbelieving rivers, overflowing her womb and gushing out the milking, convivial pussylips mouthing the base of his cock, saturating the silky pubic hair it was buried in.

"Oooohhh, fill me, fill me my darling!" she cried unintelligibly around the plundering tongue still thrust into her throat, while the seething walls of her quaking pussy sucked at the jerking cock ravenously, until it offered one final convulsive leap, the last dregs of his hot, slippery cum sucked from it.

Leduc fell forward, collapsing upon her, feeling his thick hot cum mixed with her own delectable juices back-washing his deflated, limp prick. It seemed unbelievably and erotically without end, until she too exhaustedly gave one last spasm, quaking to a final limpness, her legs falling and protruding lifelessly on either side of his body.

He breathed deeply, then slowly pulled himself from the semiconscious girl's form, his dwindling cock sliding from her ravaged cunt. She whimpered as he pulled free. He walked around the table to her and smiled down upon the lovely, spent face. Lifting her arm, he held the hand with the ring before her face.

"Can you see the beautiful amethyst, ma chere? It is your engagement ring. It sparkles, can you see?

"I, yes, I can see."

"Concentrate on it, my pet. Watch the stunning sparkle as I move it in the light. It fascinates you, doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes, it fascinates me."

There were certain aspects of Dhattura that more than pleased him, Doctor Leduc mused after she had been contentedly sent upon her way and he smoked a silent, restful pipe of turkish mixture. The drug was seldom, if ever, used in the west these days, but its long colorful history for centuries was well known as a popular intoxicant in Europe. He had made a great study of aphrodisiacs, a particular necessity in his more intimate ventures. It was its aftermath, the amnesiac effects that pleased him. Of course, it sometimes produced suicidal effects too, but hypnotism controlled that nicely. In all, it made a perfect blend, like his tobacco. He smiled. Lovely creature... and she was completely, how is it they say in America, "hooked?"

Paul could not believe it when she walked in, threw her arms around him and kissed him. He was still in his robe having just showered and shaved, preparing to go out looking for her; when there she stood like a vision, showering him with love that he felt he had no right to accept after the abominable manner in which he had treated her on her wedding night.

Her arms were around his neck and her lush lips flush against his own as she clung to him, and he could only guess, but he would almost bet one of her tiny feet was raised knee-high behind her.

"Darling, I've been to Doctor Leduc," she was saying, her eyes sparkling, her lips two wet treasured jewels in themselves. He sampled them once more. She pulled free and said, "He is also a marriage counselor in Paris. Isn't that wonderful? I feel grand."

She swung away from him, throwing herself onto the bed and kicking her feet into the air, almost baring her delectable thighs all the way to her nylon panties and making him gulp heavily. "W-What happened?" he stammered.

She sprung from the bed throwing her arms around his neck in a little dance and smiling. "Nothing, except I love you, I love you, my darling!" she spewed at him.

He kissed her again, feeling his member throbbing between his legs and began to weigh his chances of hauling her down to the bed for a taste of conjugal bliss. God, how he wanted to fuck her when she was like this! He tried, but she swung free of him and held up her finger as if to say, naughty, naughty.

"Let me change and we'll go up on deck," she exhilarated. "I want for us to enjoy this day so that we remember it forever, don't you, Darling?"

"Y-Yes, of course, I do," he managed.

He didn't intend to press his good fortune. He could wait until the night, until she was ready once more and then he would make up for all of this agony and shame he had brought her. By god, he'd be the perfect lover. He would treat her like a baby. Her every whim would be his command. What an ugly brute of a fool he had been, and the way she was taking it, as if it had never happened. This Leduc must be a genius. He would certainly have to have a chat with him. It seemed that he owed the disgingue docteur a great deal more than he could ever pay him.

And the day passed splendidly, as hand in hand they explored the massive liner, mingled with the passengers, enjoyed the brilliant warm sun from their deck chairs, until mid-afternoon when Rebecca left him to have her hair attended and Paul wandered to the lounge enjoying a particular warmth inside he had not known for some time.

He had no more than climbed onto a stool at the bar, ordered a tall scotch and soda, when the unctuous voice of Doctor Leduc spoke to him.

"Ah oui, M'sieu' Arden, I was going to look you up after dinner and suggest we have a word together," the tall, suave Frenchman said with a smile, climbing onto the adjacent stool and ordering a cognac.

Paul returned his smile. "Strangely enough, I intended to drop around and see you, Doctor. I... I wanted to thank you for attending Mrs. Arden," he said, sensing his face reddening. "I... I fear she was in quite a state, and understandably so,

Leduc raised his hand slightly, as if to say self-chastisement was unnecessary, then offered a little mundane wink of the eye. "Man's lust is one of the curses the Deity saw fit to plague us with, so we must live with it, M'sieu', and our women take us for better or for worse which, unfortunately, places them in a more sufferable position."

"I'm afraid I... I lost my head entirely, Doctor," Paul said, feeling his guilt and the need to acknowledge it to this qualified listener. He lifted his glass and drank heavily. "I... I don't know what the devil got into me, unless, yes, I suppose that was just what it was, the devil got into me."

Leduc smiled understandingly, almost sympathetically. He said, "I venture he spends a great deal of time playing about in most of us, M'sieu'. However, I wouldn't let this trouble me too much if I were you. I... I don't believe that any approach, regardless of how gentle, would have been receptive to Madame Arden at that point."

His comment jarred Paul. He turned to study the slender, handsome face closer. The physician's discerning dark eyes were focused upon the glass in his hand and he seemed to be avoiding the act of looking at him. He said, "I don't follow you, Doctor. Be a little more explicit."

Leduc shrugged in the characteristic French gesture. He set down his glass and touched his finger-tips together, still not looking at Paul.

"I doubt that I can be very explicit, M'sieu', that is, I have only made a preliminary examination, you understand. More extensive consultations, mind probing, et cetera, et cetera, would have to be done."

Paul caught at his arm. "What are you saying, Doctor? Is something physically wrong with Rebecca?" He tried to draw the French physician's direct gaze so that he could see into his eyes, but they continued to avoid him. "Look at me, man! What's wrong with her?"

Leduc eyed him levelly. "I am not sure, M'sieu', without further examination. I hesitate to diagnose at this stage, however, I assure you there's nothing physical troubling the Madame."

Paul stared at him. "You're saying that, that she has a, a mental problem?" he heard himself question.

"M'sieu', please, understand that I can say nothing more definite at this time," said Doctor Leduc, compassion in his voice. "Further examination, many of them, perhaps, must be made to form a final conclusion. This morning, in the short time she was with me, I detected, definite signs of emotional instability that are, well, to say the least, M'sieu', alarming."

"Emotional instability!" Paul repeated, his brain suddenly in a whirl. A twinge of anger welled up inside him. The man was a fool. Rebecca, emotionally unstable?

"If we were in Paris, M'sieu' Arden, with the facilities of my clinic, I would certainly be more definitive," Leduc was saying, interrupting his thoughts. "However, we must do with what we have at hand. This morning I administered a tranquilizer I often use in these cases, which seemed to have a satisfactory affect. I would suggest that she see me daily throughout the voyage for a booster, else we might see a recurrence of these emotional seizures."

"Emotional seizures? These cases?" Paul reiterated, his phrases piqued with an anxiety of his own. "I don't know what you're talking about, Doctor."

Leduc studied him. "I see," he said finally. "Undoubtedly, M'sieu' Arden, you are truly unaware of these seizures, or perhaps it is simply that you do not recognize them for what they are. I feel safe in saying that regardless of what manner of love-making you had employed last night that you would have brought about the same reactions in the Madame. Your wife, M'sieu', is suffering from a form of Dementia praecox."

"Dementia prae, prae, What the hell is that in English?" Paul blurted.

"Schizophrenia, in English, M'sieu'," Leduc replied, never losing his professional composure. "And from what I have seen so far, quite curable with proper treatment."

Paul sighed heavily. "Well, thank god for that anyway," he said, draining his glass in one nervous gulp and motioning the barman for another round. He commenced shaking his head. "I... I had no idea."

"I understand, but let us not get alarmed, M'sieu' Arden, and let us not in any case mention to the Madame what we fear. It could only serve to worsen her condition, and as I've said, with proper treatment I am sure she will come about nicely."

"Yes, yes, of course, Doctor," Paul agreed. "I'll see that she stops by your office daily, in fact, I'll bring her by."

Leduc raised his hand. "No. I would caution you not to do that, M'sieu'. Let her act through her own initiative. The thought of forced treatment often does more harm than good with the schizophrenic."

"All right," agreed Paul once more. "Whatever you say, Doctor Leduc. I have to place her in your hands now."

Briefly, the doctor's eyes narrowed but Paul Arden did not see this. Both men raised their drinks and sipped. A hollow empty gnawing at his entrails had begun in Paul's abdomen. He still could not comprehend the blow. Finally, Leduc said, "Just one more word, M'sieu', if I may, should the Madame be willing to copulate, then by all means accommodate her, but should she not, I suggest you be, shall we say... understanding?"

Paul felt his face redden. "Naturally," he snapped, as the French physician slipped from his stool.

Leduc smiled and bowed curtly. "Bonjour, M'sieu'."

Paul gave him a short nod. "Bonjour," he bade, turning back to the barman and ordering another. He sat contemplatively, his brow knitted in worried thought. So, now he realized the source of her elation when she had returned to the stateroom after consulting Leduc. The good doctor had plied her with some sort of tranquilizer. Split personality! Dear god, he'd had no idea, but now that he thought back on different things it all seemed to make sense. And to think of the way he had forced himself upon her last night, Rape! Pure rape! Nothing else, Good Lord, he ought to be horsewhipped!

Except for the soreness between her legs and of her breasts, Rebecca felt in the finest of spirits. She had in her heart, although she had said nothing to him yet, forgiven Paul entirely for last night. The day had been a beautiful one and her darling had leaped at her slightest caprice. And dinner had been so romantic with his holding her hand at every opportunity, dancing so gallantly when she knew how he despised it, walking in the moonlight and stopping to kiss her in the same manner he had when she used to fly down to Princeton to visit him on the weekends.

She thought of these things as she prepared to go to him and give herself as she had not done last night. She thought of Doctor Leduc and the genteel, professional manner in which he had soothed her jangled nerves. She had damn sure been on the verge of doing something drastic, her whole world had been so shattered. But now, all seemed well once more, yet, she could remember very little of what had taken place in his quarters after he had given her the tranquilizer shot, with the exception of the wild, hallucinatory dreams, and those she had not mentioned even to the Doctor.

She blushed a bright crimson as the vague, lewd visions again brushed through her mind and little butterfly-like sensations flitted about in her tummy. The amazing, shameful part of them was that her partner in these sexual fantasies had been the noble doctor himself. Dear god, how debased can one get, even in thought? Still, as guilty and disgusted as she felt with herself, she realized the libidinous affect those dreams were having upon her and how her darling Paul was about to profit from them.

She smiled at her naked self in the dressing-room mirror as she thought of Paul lying in the bed out there, waiting anxiously for her to make her appearance. Sweet, sweet darling, he was so sorry for last night, and now she was about to make him the happiest husband alive. She would not only forgive him, but she would make love to him as he had never dreamed it possible for her to do. She trembled at the very thought and hurriedly slipped on the sheer black, hip-length nightie, then with one last look at herself, opened the door and stepped out.

Paul raised slowly to an elbow and gaped in utter fascination at the breathtaking sight. It was a replica of the vision he had beheld the previous night, an erotic spectacle that was about to have the same effect upon him, and he dug his nails into the palms of his hands in an effort toward controlling himself. Leduc's words rushed through his mind. He swallowed tightly and said, "C-Come here."

She smiled, turning slowly to extinguish the light in the dressing- room, luxuriating in the knowledge of how beautiful she was to him this night, almost feeling the heat of his eyes on the curved length of her legs. She stretched to reach the small wall switch, knowing that it made her diaphanous nightie creep even further up her thighs, then, tantalizingly, she had moved toward him to ease down onto the bed beside him.

Paul reached for her wordlessly, his hand slipping gently beneath her golden tresses behind her head drawing her to him, their lips momentarily apart, reaching out but not quite touching. He drew her closer, grasping her lower lip between his teeth tenderly, pulling the moist, soft flesh into him, his teeth slipping off, and his lips enfolding her as he sucked her lips into his mouth.

Rebecca felt a tingling shock run icily into her mouth. Her darting tongue wedged beyond his lips, back inside over the roof and across the front of his teeth, caressing the soft underside of his upper lip.

Paul leaned forward, his momentum carrying them both back onto the pillow, and he crushed his mouth hard against hers, thrusting his tongue deep into the yearning heat beyond her lips. Her arms reached to encircle his neck but he held them apart, spreading them wide as he pressed her back into the softness of the pillow. He raised himself to one knee and rolled, half sitting, to her side. She lay back against the pillow obediently, her arms wide and her legs slightly spread, lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes.

"Oh, my darling," she whispered softly. "I'm sorry, so sorry about last night, Please, be gentle with me."

"Yes, yes," he managed huskily, running his hand over the awakening mounds of her breasts and down over her belly to the soft, fleshy folds of her cunt below.

Rebecca moaned, her body coming immediately alive to the caresses of his magic hands now stroking her flesh into a lamina of hot desire. Tiny goose-bumps sprang out over the creamy whiteness of her satin-like skin. God, how she wanted him! Her body cried out to be loved tenderly and with understanding, as he was now doing. She pressed the horrible memory of his assault on her last night out o£ her mind, wanting nothing more than to make up for all the times she had denied him and her own self the pleasure of merging their bodies as one. She wanted him to crawl up inside her, to possess her completely and quell the raging torrents that were building up in the very depths of her from his maddening fingertips playing over her defenseless nakedness.

Maybe, maybe, he would understand her now, realize that she had been as tormented as he, that she had wanted him too. But now it was different, she thought; they were together and they were man and wife, and she could give herself to him without fear of guilt or god's punishment. Dear Lord, he was making her so happy. She sensed the dew-drops of moisture rising there between her open thighs as the exposed hairy lips began a slow spasmodic contracting, throbbing wetly against each other.

"Oh, my darling Paul, take me now, touch me gently, rub me. Oohhh, yessss, yessss, that way, oooohhh yesss, darlinggggg," she moaned, helplessly caught up in the tingling pricks of lust that were dancing through her.

Then she felt his lips finally traverse the full length of her body and felt the burning heat of his breath on her neck. He ran his tongue around the rim of her ear, plunging it deep inside. Her whole body seemed aflame with a febrility of throbbing senses, her nerves were beginning to scream out! She couldn't wait much longer, or she would go mad!

And then she felt his tongue dart across the tips of her distended nipples, generating vibrating shocks to course through her, and the tongue was gone, but there it was again! She moaned as it moved wetly across her belly, into the soft curled mound of pubic hair between her thighs.

His lips probed and explored that soft, sensitive skin between her open legs until he found the erect, pulsing bud of her clit. Paul heard her cry out in agonized pleasure as he took the tiny palpitating jewel between his teeth and holding it tightly, ran his tongue-tip around and around in ever decreasing circles, until at last, he opened his mouth wider and moved his tongue downward, down the smooth moistened slit to the heated, throbbing opening of her pussy.

With his head buried in the hot muskiness of her loins, Paul could not see her, but he could feel her head rolling from side to side as he tongued her, and he could hear her whimpering, mewling sighs each time he swirled his tongue around the velvet-like inside of the soft hair- lined lips of her cunt. He drew her legs up, sliding his arms beneath them so that his shoulders and arms were wedged between her thighs. Then he pressed his hands under her thighs and pushed them further up until her legs draped over his shoulders, and lifting his hands beneath her quivering asscheeks he pulled them up hungrily toward his open mouth.

Rebecca's cry of pleasure filled their stateroom as she felt him plunge his tongue deep into the liquid depths of her seething pussy. She reached jerkily for him, entangling her fingers in his hair, endeavoring to haul him further, further into her.

"Aaaaggghhh! Oh god, please, Darling, please! I want you inside me! Now! Now! Fuck me! Fuck me! NOW."

She twisted his hair, pulling him violently upward. She saw the thin film of creamy wetness around his mouth as she pulled him to her, and her hands shook tremulously as she moved her lips to his, licking the viscous moisture from them.

"Please Darling!" she gasped. "I want to feel you in me! Please hurry!"

The strange obscenity of her passion filled words excited Paul to a frenzied, blinding furor, and as he reached frantically for the buttons of his pajama tops, he felt her hands tearing the bottoms from him. He sensed the cool rush of air against his cock and balls as she freed them, and as suddenly he noted the stiffening of her body as he kneeled up between her legs.

Abruptly, she had frozen into an immobile, erotic statue, an expression of repugnance contorting that beautiful face that only seconds before had been caught up in the throes of ecstatic desire. As he stared at her in shocked amazement, Paul watched the abhorrent loathing creep into her eyes, until, of a sudden, she bared her teeth, reaching out at him with claw-like hands to rake the skin of his chest, her legs beginning to flail madly, a shrill scream emitting from deep in her throat.

"Get away from me! What're you trying to do to me?" she shrieked as she writhed and kicked and clawed at him wildly. "Get away from me! You're vile! You filthy bastard, I hate you!"

Paul Arden paced the floor of their small adjoining sitting room in his pajamas and robe, occasionally pausing before the closed door where Doctor Leduc endeavored to treat his paroxysmal Rebecca. A cigarette flicked nervously between his fingers and he drank heavily from the glass of straight bourbon he had poured himself.

What in god's name had suddenly come over her, he had no idea. One moment she had been the soft, gentle flower of passion, begging him to take her, the next, an insane, vicious little hellion, screaming and clawing at him like a maddened witch, completely beside herself in her wild frenzy. He couldn't believe it! Dear god, if it hadn't been for his talk with Leduc earlier he would probably have beaten her senseless, then fucked her until she couldn't walk. He had been that delirious with rage and desire.

He tried to piece it together, recalling the events as they had taken place, searching his mind for any one thing he had said or done that had set her off this way. Nothing. He could think of nothing. It didn't make sense, none of it. She had been perfectly beautiful up to the point where she had pulled down his pajama bottoms and saw his rigid member, Good god, had that done it? Was it possible? The sight of his penis had sent her off into a wild tantrum!

The door opened and Doctor Leduc came out, closing it quietly behind him.

"She is sleeping, M'sieu'," he said softly. "I've given her a sedative and I doubt that she'll awaken before morning. However, I would advise you to, to sleep out here the remainder of the night."

Paul nodded, not knowing what to say. At first, he had intended to tell the whole thing, but suddenly he saw no damned reason for it. Still, he said, "I don't know what brought it on, Doctor. It was spontaneous, seeming to arise out of nowhere, nothing."

Leduc shrugged characteristically. "It is as I said earlier, M'sieu' Arden, these seizures will come upon her without understandable rhyme or reason, until we get to the source of the problem, eh?" He moved toward the door leading out to the passageway. There, he turned, "She will remember none of this in the morning when she awakens. You must treat her as if nothing unusual has happened."

"Yes, of course," agreed Paul despondently.

"You might casually remind her to stop by and see me, M'sieu'," he said, stepping out into the passageway. "We cannot afford to take any more chances."

"I will, Doctor."

Leduc made his curt bow. "Bonne nuit, M'sieu'."

"Good night, Doctor."

Rebecca didn't know what it was, what mental affliction had suddenly warped her mind into instantaneous loathing at the mere sight of Paul's naked body, but she well knew that the ailment had seized hold of her - neurotic or otherwise. Paul had said nothing, unbelievably nothing, not once complaining to her during the entire voyage, even after she would lead him on, begging him to make love to her, wanting him so badly that she ached maddeningly with her desire; and then, he would expose himself, his throbbing shaft leaping at her in its inflated, pent-up denial, and the detestation at its sight would envelop her like a vile, nauseous shroud, and the uncontrollable hate would take command of her.

But she did not hate him! In her heart she knew this; she loved him more than anything in the world! She had babbled her soul to Doctor Leduc, trying to extract from him the truth of her malady, but always his answers were evasive. Then, he would give her the shot, followed by the little glass of amber-colored liquid, and invariably the lewd hallucinations would ensue in the aftermath, with him, Doctor Leduc, as her partner in these lascivious aberrations. Yet, each day after her treatment, she would leave his quarters enjoying a completely sated and relaxed warmth that would remain with her throughout the day, until the night when she would again beg her darling Paul to take her, and then the horror would come over her once more.

Last night, he had refused, she recalled as she walked along the passageway toward the doctor's shipboard office. Instead, he had held her in his arms close to him until she slept, caressing her cheeks and her hair. Dear god, she loved him so much, yet, she could not show him.

What hideously monstrous thing is it that's happened to me? In god's name, help me! Help me!

Doctor Alex Leduc eyed his stellar patient lust fully. He had performed his ritual of needle and Dhattura, plus bringing to her attention the splendor of the amethyst in the ring on her finger. However, this day he had fore-planned more exciting events destined not only to enrich the future, but to enticingly spike the present. In some eight hours they would dock in Le Havre, thus, all final preparations had to be accomplished at this point.

The debonair physician smiled as he studied the delicate loveliness of this magnificent flower he had plucked. Her eyes were closed and she sat rigidly in a deep, deep sleep, quite erectly, he thought, and quite breathtakingly.

He arose, walking around to sit on the edge of his desk, arms folded, as he spoke in his rich monotoned voice.

"Madame Arden, today when we have reached what I feel is the crucial moment, I will say to you, Are you happy? When you hear these words, Are you happy, you will awaken fully and know all that is taking place. Do you hear me, Madame? You will know all that is taking place."

"I... I hear you. I will know all that is taking place."

Again, he smiled. "And you will realize that you are addicted to a rare drug that only I, Doctor Leduc, can obtain for you. You will realize this?"

"I will realize this."

"You will understand that you must have it daily. Without it, you will fall into violent seizures of vomiting, perspiration and muscle spasms. You will have no control over your body. You must have the injections that I, Doctor Leduc, administer to you daily. Do you understand, Madame Arden?"

"I... I understand."

"Very well, when I count to five you will awaken, arise and go into the examining room where you will completely disrobe for your examination. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

There had been so many lovely flowers, he thought, each one more rare than the last, it seemed, but this one, this gorgeously sublime creature with the young, naive American husband surpassed all. He nearly laughed aloud as he thought of the sport Madame Leduc was going to have with her. Surely, his beloved wife's first thought when she saw her would be of Vailante, that noble beast of a dog she loved so much. Once more, he smiled, then he said, "One - two - three - four - five."

Rebecca arose from her chair, offered him an almost apologetic half smile as she moved toward the examining room. In there, she immediately began to remove her clothes, until when the doctor entered she was entirely naked and climbing upon the narrow examining table.

Leduc paused to watch her inspiring, nude movements, the contours of her voluptuous body never ceasing to arouse licentious excitement within him. In his debauched lifetime, he had never laid eyes on such perfect breasts, so pointed, full and erect, such erotic, pleasure filled hips, such exquisite, perfectly formed thighs and legs, all these plus a face truly meant to excite the passions of a saint. Ah, those sensuous lips, those exotic eyes, what a rare, rare gem he had stolen.

He approached the table where she lay.

"Madame," he said commandingly, "turn over and raise up onto your knees."

Rebecca hesitated, her brows knitting momentarily but she obeyed, lowering her head and thrusting her asscheeks high into the air behind her. This was Doctor Leduc, and he had brought her such comfort.

He stripped his clothes and climbed upon the table behind her, his pulsating, heavy cock heaving lustfully as it pointed itself toward the pinkish tight ring of her ass so lusciously displayed to him from between the full rounded spheres of her asscheeks. He leaned forward, probing his saliva wettened tongue upward from the moist, hair collared flanges of her cunt-mouth, along the spread crevice to her tiny prune- wrinkled ass where he tried to penetrate with its stiffened tip, but the sphincter was too snug, and instead, he accomplished his main purpose, to lubricate it well. Then, he raised, and taunted her cunt with the violent purple head of his peeled-foreskinned prick, until her whimpers drifted back to him as he ran its insinuated head between the splayed lips to gently tease her clit, and she commenced to moan incessantly.

Finally, he introduced the massive tip into the viscous coated channel, never stopping, but continuing a constant penetration until its entirety was submerged in slow, tormenting inches into the very depths of her belly, and the half-dozen times she was about to cry out she held herself, not knowing why, only realizing that this devastating, constant plunge into her entrails was what she wanted.

The massive head of this invading 10-inch monster was ripping her deepest organs, and she wanted it so. Suddenly, her own hand slipped between her thighs and spreading the soft curls of her pubic hair, caressed the erectiled bud of her throbbing clit. It caressed, stroked and taunted the already passion inflamed bud pulsating lasciviously down between her open legs.

Dear god, I want to die with this in me!

Leduc slowly withdrew his hardened cock. He raised it until its unseeing eye leveled with her hairless, puckered ass. He might have prepared it better by stretching it with his fingers, he thought lustfully, but the pleasures derived were better unannounced.

He doubted that she realized he was penetrating her ass at first try. And then, she must have felt it prodding and working against her tight ass. She would have to decide it was much too big. She would judge that with certainty. He grinned to himself and wormed the tip of it into the snug resisting little aperture. He could feel the foreskin being stretched back against his long, thick tool and he gave a quick hip-thrusting stab until he could feel it slowly slipping its way into her ass. She would say to herself, it was all right, it was all right, because she could say nothing else, and then, he was well beyond the barrier of the clutching muscle.

Rebecca thought, it's all right, it's all right, as it ground its way into her nether channel, and then suddenly, without warning, she felt as if a telephone pole was endeavoring to burst into her body!

She pulled away, but he held her fast and continued.

"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh, god almighty! Noooo, nooo, nooo! It hurts!" she cried.

Leduc grinned excitedly. Of course it hurt. It was supposed to hurt. He held her in a bear-hug and simply rammed and thrust.

"god, Jesus! It's too big! It's going to kill me!" Rebecca screamed back at him through her tightly clenched teeth.

But it was there, ever moving inward and she couldn't escape it. His thighs thrust hers forward; his arms holding her hips back to his.

Good god, I'm helpless! I can't move, I can't move!

"Push back!" he commanded.

She could barely think, but she knew she must react to his words. Every way was pain and more pain. She did, she pushed back and opened her ass that final centimeter by deliberate effort because she had been ordered. It was like taking a huge, unrelenting log inside her, stretching her asscheeks wider and wider until she thought she would die. His vicious cock surged right into her ass, solid and extremely painful, but finally better because she had absorbed it all.

"Oh, ohhh, ohhhh," she gasped.

It was like having that portion of her basted with huge supports, like an excavation that would collapse if those precautions weren't taken.

Suddenly, Rebecca heard him croon with delight and gasp as he began to saw rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep up into the soft confines of her ass.

She dug her nails into her palms, bit at her lower lip, as slowly the pain eased a little, although it was still a mixture of hurtful discomfort and stimulation. She felt strangely wet between her asscheeks, and also strangely ashamed. She was being sodomized and she knew it. She tried to concentrate on this thought, but each time her concentrations were destroyed by a skin-splitting thrust which jolted her forward and made her squirm back onto his fleshy stem that was meting out the punishment. Abruptly, she commenced to sense a masochistic joy. The pain was weirdly pleasurable. She realized she was heaving backwards to meet the forward thrust of his loins. And she was undulating her body and moving her asscheeks in tiny circles. She had already begun to feel quite excited through the pain and she reached under her and scratched at his swinging balls gently, turning her face sideways just so that he could see the effect he was having on her.

Kneeling above her, Leduc watched the reddish skin of the little round hole draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out. At first, the pressure on his cock had been almost too much to bear, but now it was just tight and exhilarating, the type of squeeze that promised to draw the cum right out of his duct with the ferocity of ground-glass at every stroke.

He gaped at his white, violent shaft disappearing right up her smooth- white, gyrating ass with each thrust. It submerged until not even a half-inch of it showed, straining wildly in that tight, resistant passage, its chunky, lust-bloated head reaching far into her soft quaking belly.

"Ooooohhhh, Oooohhhh," she groaned as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white asscheeks. The rampaging instrument was the length of an ax-handle buried to his balls in her nearly split ass. Dear god, she was hopelessly impaled!

Leduc's balls ached and his prick cavorted as if it were charged with exploding gun-powder each time he rammed into her, and now she was moaning and adding to his joy by the movement of her ass and the hollowing of her back. He watched her beautiful profile as his lips bared back from his teeth. Her complexion was flushed a bright red, her head turning from side to side now, her long golden hair strewn down over her sweating forehead like a mad woman, and she was panting for more. She was his, completely his! A slave, submitting to him. He could do with her anything he liked, and he did, gouging his cock into her ass and leaving it there, listening to her whine as he merely jostled his loins, moving it tantalizingly about in her passage with fiendish delight.

"Oh, yes, yes," she hissed. "Fuck it, fuck it!"

Leduc leered to himself in his fanatical pleasure. It was time now. He plunged his cock a ferocious stab and said, "Are you happy?"

"Ooooohhhh, Oooohhh," Rebecca groaned, a violent shudder rippling through her whole body as suddenly it was as if she had awakened from a coma to discover she was being horribly tortured by the impalement of some horrendous instrument plunging into her ass!

Her brain raced insanely as she raised her head to gape around the room and note her surroundings. Good god! She was naked, in Doctor Leduc's examining room, on her knees, her full nude breasts hanging and dancing like two lush ripe fruits on the vine, her bottom thrust high in the air, the constant, battering invasion in her ass continuing!

Either I'm going mad, or this is all a horrible nightmare!

"Paul! Paul! For god's sake, what are you doing to me?'

Leduc chuckled obscenely. "It is I, Madame, not your beloved husband.... and I am fucking you in the ass because you begged me to."

He withdrew his prick to the cockhead, then thrust it forward until his balls slapped heavily against the flowered split of her cunt in one long, slow stroke. His cock tingled; his balls were alive with fire. He could come now whenever he chose and he wanted to feel that torrent of cum surging into her beautiful white American ass; that would be the ultimate subjugation.

"My god! My god!" Rebecca cried out. "You're sodomizing me! You filthy monster! My husband will kill you, Oooohhhh, He'll kill you!"

"Please, Madame, let us not be naive, shall we?" Leduc taunted, as he began to stroke more rapidly into her, hard and fast, battering her quivering asscheeks with his hips. She moaned loudly with the pleasure- pain. "Let us remember that you've been coming to me daily for these treatments. And let us not forget our need of our daily shot. We must have that or go stark raving mad, mustn't we?"

Dear Christ! He's right, he's right! I'm addicted, Paul must never know that! No! No! And, and I've been coming here every day of the voyage, letting him fuck me! It's true! It's true! Oh shit.... shit, SHIT, FUCK, COCK, CUNT, it's beautiful! I love it, His magnificent cock is all the way up my ass! I can feel it in my bowels, my belly, so stiff and throbbing!

"Oh yes, Fuck it! Ram me! Squirt your load in my ass!" she wailed back at him breathlessly.

Her sudden obscene response to his cruel sodomy drove Leduc on like an infused satyr. He reached down and pulled her asscheeks wide apart, commencing to drive his pelvis into her soft, yielding asscheeks with hard, vicious whaps that filled the room resoundingly. Perspiration from his now sweating face dripped into her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten in the light from the lamp above the table. His breathing came in short puffing gasps like that of a bicycle rider, his vision locked on the whiteness of her quivering body that was slipping back over his plunging cock with the snugness of a velvet glove. Mon Dieu, he was losing all control now as he sensed his great shaft growing unbelievably. His ballsac hung heavy with its bloated reservoir of cum, and it must he emptied soon or burst from the excruciatingly delicious pressure.

Rebecca had fallen to mumbling unintelligibly beneath his pounding hips. She waggled her ass salaciously back against his merciless thrust. She wanted him to cum. She wanted him to squirt his heavy load of hot semen deep into her belly. She wanted him to split her crotch wide open and spill his cum into her until she was completely immersed in its delicious loveliness. She could feel a sopping wetness in the crevice of her ass and there was no longer any thought of pain, or of any other thing except this magnificent cock pummeling her battered ass. She dropped her shoulders to the thin mattress so that her ass was now raised even higher in the air, and the huge, frenzied cudgel could fuck into her at will. "Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! It is time!" Leduc blurted, throwing back his head and groaning as he thrust his cock's full expanded 10-inch length into her widestretched ass, his body commencing to jerk convulsively, his mouth falling upon loosely as he clawed at her waist with harsh, clutching fingers, pulling her asscheeks even wider apart for his prick to skewer yet another fraction of an inch into her.

"Fuck back! Fuck hack!" he charged her.

Rebecca, beneath his battering attack, felt the first delicious torrents of the hot, white cum splutter into the depths of her ass. It surged through her body with the force of a bursting dam, burning into her heaving belly like hot liquid fire. The delectable sensation touched off her own climax and she creamed as the vast gush of pleasure rippled through her, and then she could feel his hot, slippery cum running down the crevice of her widely-splayed ass to the slit of her open, throbbing cunt, and then he was withdrawing his deflated member from inside her and slipping down off the table.

Slowly, Rebecca collapsed, every muscle in her spent body quivering from sheer exhaustion. She lay on her belly, her body falling into a near obscene position with her legs still splayed, one arm beneath her left cheek as she stared up in utter disbelief at this man who had somehow come to exercise this weird, demoniac power over her. Now, in the wake of her played out passion, shame and revulsion inundated her, causing tears to quietly dribble from her still partially glazed eyes.

Dear god, dear god. forgive me! I couldn't help myself. It, it was as if I had no control! I wanted him to perform that bestial act on me! And, and I'm an addict! Oh god, I want to die!

Doctor Leduc came closer into her blurred view, wiping at his penis with a small white towel. He was smiling, almost leering, Rebecca thought.

"You are a delightful patient, cheri," he said, showing her his white even teeth. "You mustn't go morbid on me. A good fucking in the ass never hurt any girl, I assure you."

Rebecca clenched her eyes closed tightly, biting at her lower lip until she actually tasted her own blood, the filthy words sending a wave of nausea coursing through her. She had never felt so alone in her life. She was caught in an abominable trap and she didn't know how or why, or where she could turn. She couldn't go to Paul. Not now, not after this! She had no one, only this, this vile disciple of Satan to turn to, and she must have her drug. She must! She must!

The Embassy had provided them with pleasant lodgings on Rue St. Lazare, not a great distance from the Place De l'Opera, and with all of the conveniences a young, new American wife might expect in Paris. It was an apartment, but spacious, and the other tenants seemed to be upper- bracketed Frenchmen. Paul was not discontented with the quarters, he was simply at a loss to know how to cope with this affliction that plagued his beloved Rebecca.

Christ, he was yet to consummate his marriage, unless he counted that first horrible night, and secretly, he was glad at least for that. Doctor Leduc had told him in Le Havre when they parted that he was still at loss, that Rebecca should continue with her daily treatments. Of course, they had only been in Paris one day and he had spent most of that at the Embassy, but already Rebecca had made up her mind not to carry on with her visits to the French physician. And she was not a person one could force into doing what she had set her mind against; he knew this from experience.

Thank god, they were able to get a maid, rather nice too. And she cooked, Paul thought, as he browsed through a copy of the New York Times he had picked up. He found himself wondering what else she might do with some skill. Damn, he couldn't go along this way forever, and here he was in Paris.

"Francine, would you pour me another cognac, please?" he called to her in French.

She did and Paul eyed her closely, closely enough so that she would notice when she brought it. She smiled down at him as she extended the tray. She was possibly nineteen, long dark hair and eyes, broad shoulders with fine breasts and narrower, but full hips. She wore her skirts at the sixteen inch length, and in their black nylon encasing her legs appealed to him exquisitely. He would gamble that she caught his dallying gaze, but in truth, he didn't know what he was doing, he was that distraught in his frustration; and he was pleased when she left for the day, taking one last, long suggestive glance toward him before she closed the door behind her.

"Darling, we're having good old fashioned American steak for dinner. Does that please you? I sent Francine on a beef hunt and the girl seems to know her business."

It was all like that, the entire evening. The music, the lying on the floor before the lighted fireplace, the wine, the sweeping her up and carrying her into the bedroom, and the inevitable,

He had decided to strip and walk into the bedroom naked, and that had done it. Thank god, he'd taken Leduc's phone number. In forty- five minutes the dapper physician had shown. And within the hour, Rebecca slept soundly.

"What the devil is it, Doctor? This split personality business? Or do I hold some sort of revulsion for her?"

"M'sieu', in these peculiar cases there is no way of knowing. The Madame should have come to my office today as I instructed. But, I see that she is an obstinate one, Nevertheless, M'sieu' Arden, I suggest your lovely wife have daily treatments from now on. Of course, the weekend is upon us and I myself am going to my summer place at Dives. I try to get away as often as I can, M'sieu', may I invite you and the Madame for the week-end? There, I have my private consultation 'digs,' as the British say. It is not impossible that we can make some headway with the lovely young thing, and perhaps even clear this nasty situation up."

Paul interrupted him. "If you're inviting us, Doctor, the answer is yes. We will come. Anything to get to the bottom of this damned problem."

"Wonderful. I do feel we can accomplish more if I have her there under my observation and am able to, well, a good American phrase might be, where I can privately bleed her mentally."

"You can count on it. We'll be there, Doctor."

Alone once more, Paul poured himself a cognac and slumped into a chair. Christ, he wished that Francine had not left. His rod was thumping like a separate live body, telegraphing wild, libidinous thoughts to his brain. How long he could stand this celibacy he wasn't sure, but dammit, something had to happen or he wasn't going to be able to control himself much longer. His groin was aching for release.

god almighty! What had happened to her? His luscious, beloved Rebecca! Christ, he loved her. He was tempted to go into her now while she was in the throes of Leduc's induced sleep, drugged sleep.

Drugged?

It struck him then, that when he had entered the bedroom naked she was already caught up in some sort of convulsion, clutching at her stomach with her legs drawn up and her nose runny as if she were suffering from a cold. Then had come the vomiting spasms and he had helped her to the bathroom, perspiration drenching her whole body, and it was almost as if she hadn't the slightest control over her body for she had urinated all over the bathroom floor.

Now, he thought of these things, remembering one specific chap at college who had been addicted to heroin and had tried withdrawal by himself.

Christ! He got to his feet abruptly and stormed into the bedroom, flicking on the light. There she lay, curled into a womb-like ball on her side, sleeping in a contented peace, while he staggered about with this maddening hard prick that was damned near driving him insane. Goddamn, was it possible? Rebecca addicted to something?

He cut the light, shaking his head and floundering back to his chair, his cock so hard his whole groin ached. Francine, Francine, if you were here right now, Damn, what was happening to him? The girl was going to marry her childhood sweetheart she had told them.

Got to get hold of myself! Got to! Rebecca needs me. I can't let her down. She would stand beside me. Besides, I love her! I love her!

But, Francine, if you were to walk in here this minute!

The Doctor and Madame Leduc, when at their Paris villa, spent most of their time together in a second floor, luxurious apartment, along with their two super-bred, magnificent mastiff dogs, Vailante and his mate, Sable, beside them, a suite of rooms that the couple occupied in the most exacting privacy, inaccessible even to the servants. Its splendor was matched only by its erotic appointments in painting and sculpture, the Leducs having added to the famed collection of the late Count Leduc, the Doctor's father, during their many travels throughout the world. The venereal theme was further carried out in the haremish couches and furnishings, with all wooden, ebony, and ivory appendages phallic in design. Mirrors, of course, reflecting from every conceivable angle were aplenty, and the small bar contained only aphrodisiacal concoctions blended by the doctor himself.

Leduc had designed both this apartment and the one at their summer villa near Dives after the Grand Chambre in their Palais de Plaisir, that fabulous bordello outside of Paris he had inherited from the nefarious Count, and although much of the erotica were only copies of the originals he kept here, he was satisfied that his guests were more concerned with the effects achieved rather than the authenticity of the work.

Now, as he relaxed upon his favorite Roman couch, reputed to have belonged to one o£ the Caesars, and garbed loosely in a silkish white toga, he smiled to himself as he studied a packet of photographs depicting naked girls his wife had just handed him to examine.

"Something amuses you?" Madame Leduc questioned, a gentle smile of her own playing across her femininely handsome features. She was a tall, stately woman, almost regal in appearance, with raven-black tresses that hung to the tips of her shoulder-blades and covered her breasts when she was nakedly at leisure, and styled in a dazzling upsweep on more social occasions. Actually in her late thirties, her alabastar- like skin and her svelte, well cared for body belied the last decade of her years, while her sparkling dark eyes constantly suggested her Cyprian nature. Her husband had found her some fifteen years ago in a cheap brothel in Bordeaux where she performed the specialty of the house, fellatio on two penises simultaneously, and even though her tastes had changed somewhat, she still enjoyed the luxury of that second male organ plunged half way down her throat.

Presently, she too rested upon her favorite couch, a replica of that said to have belonged to Cleopatra - the one upon which the beautiful queen had allegedly sucked off one hundred Roman noblemen in one night - gowned in her most gossamery toga and waiting for this man who dearly loved to call her by his pet name, Meriochane, a Greek word meaning Gaper, or,