no physical harm. I resigned myself and settled into the seat, and began to wonder just what it was that would take place when the peripheral lighting went dim. A soft throbbing drum sound filled the room, and eight naked men came in and sat in a circle about ten feet in diameter. They gave off a powerful smell and vibration, with something of the jungle in the ferocity of their silence and purposefulness.
Then, from the shadows, a woman walked in. She was made up in bright gaudy lipstick, and was chewing gum. She had her hair done in a starched cone piled on her head. She wore a thin blouse which accentuated her breasts, and a skirt almost too tight to walk in. Her thighs and ass bulged out in obscene invitation to plunder. The outfit was completed by three-inch spike heels. She looked like a grotesque parody of the plasticized office secretary, a mindless bit of well-proportioned protoplasm.
I began to smile in anticipation of the scene; then I looked a bit closer and almost tore my skin attempting to leap out of the seat when I realized that the woman under that garish get-up was Susan!
I whirled my head around to Tocco, but he was unruffled. "This is the fantasy, Michael, the one that Susan has chosen to work on tonight. It is an advanced exercise, and is being done mostly for her own sake. And your presence adds a nice touch, but try not to see it as a personal affair."
"You're mad!" I rasped. "You must know how I have begun to feel about Susan!"
"Precisely, Michael. And it is those feelings that you must come to terms with." He turned away from me and looked out toward the others. "Here we have the archetypal cockteaser, the woman who holds the favor of her burgeoning body in promise to all men and yet gives her favors to none. She is a tense, castrating bitch, and that is but a cover for a frightened teen-age girl. She is walking home alone late one night. Suddenly she turns a corner and is grabbed and whisked into a room. Inside the room are eight men who have had no sex for weeks. It's an interesting bit of drama, don't you think?"
I peered into the gloom. Half of the men were black, half white. Two had major deformities, missing arms or legs, Two were brutally ugly. I couldn't tell whether or not it was makeup that made them so. One had a cock that was some twelve inches long in its limp state. I turned back to Tocco. "You can't subject her to this, Tocco! It's inhuman!" Tocco rumbled deep in his belly in an almost silent chuckle. "I?" he said. "Why, Michael, this is her fantasy. And you share in it."
I was outraged. "Me? I don't want to give . . ."
He interrupted. "Don't you? Haven't you wanted to give a woman you were enjoying to other men? Let her be used by them? Let her be fucked by them? Haven't you? Come now, no dishonesty."
"Yes, but . . ."
"But!" he thundered. "But you wanted to set up the circumstances! You wanted it to meet the neat outline worked out in your mind! Reality is bigger than that. As you will find out. As you will find out in full!"
The power in his voice stunned me, and I slumped back in the chair. I looked to the center of the room. The shadows had grown erotic. One of the men had set up a low murmur: "Come on, baby, stick out your ass. Let's see those tits." Others joined in: "Hey baby, you want it in the mouth? Spread those legs, pig, give us some cunt." Susan just stood there at first, and then one of the men reached out for her leg. She seemed genuinely frightened and pulled back. Another closed in on her. She tried to get away, but now there was no exit to the room. She was being backed toward a wall and she screamed at the top of her voice, but the room was soundproofed also, and no amount of noise she made could do any good. The voices continued, insinuating, gravelly: "You ain't gonna get out, not till you lick every cock in the room, not till you suck every one of us off, not till you go down on your knees and take it in the ass, not till you
Then, from the shadows, a woman walked in. She was made up in bright gaudy lipstick, and was chewing gum. She had her hair done in a starched cone piled on her head. She wore a thin blouse which accentuated her breasts, and a skirt almost too tight to walk in. Her thighs and ass bulged out in obscene invitation to plunder. The outfit was completed by three-inch spike heels. She looked like a grotesque parody of the plasticized office secretary, a mindless bit of well-proportioned protoplasm.
I began to smile in anticipation of the scene; then I looked a bit closer and almost tore my skin attempting to leap out of the seat when I realized that the woman under that garish get-up was Susan!
I whirled my head around to Tocco, but he was unruffled. "This is the fantasy, Michael, the one that Susan has chosen to work on tonight. It is an advanced exercise, and is being done mostly for her own sake. And your presence adds a nice touch, but try not to see it as a personal affair."
"You're mad!" I rasped. "You must know how I have begun to feel about Susan!"
"Precisely, Michael. And it is those feelings that you must come to terms with." He turned away from me and looked out toward the others. "Here we have the archetypal cockteaser, the woman who holds the favor of her burgeoning body in promise to all men and yet gives her favors to none. She is a tense, castrating bitch, and that is but a cover for a frightened teen-age girl. She is walking home alone late one night. Suddenly she turns a corner and is grabbed and whisked into a room. Inside the room are eight men who have had no sex for weeks. It's an interesting bit of drama, don't you think?"
I peered into the gloom. Half of the men were black, half white. Two had major deformities, missing arms or legs, Two were brutally ugly. I couldn't tell whether or not it was makeup that made them so. One had a cock that was some twelve inches long in its limp state. I turned back to Tocco. "You can't subject her to this, Tocco! It's inhuman!" Tocco rumbled deep in his belly in an almost silent chuckle. "I?" he said. "Why, Michael, this is her fantasy. And you share in it."
I was outraged. "Me? I don't want to give . . ."
He interrupted. "Don't you? Haven't you wanted to give a woman you were enjoying to other men? Let her be used by them? Let her be fucked by them? Haven't you? Come now, no dishonesty."
"Yes, but . . ."
"But!" he thundered. "But you wanted to set up the circumstances! You wanted it to meet the neat outline worked out in your mind! Reality is bigger than that. As you will find out. As you will find out in full!"
The power in his voice stunned me, and I slumped back in the chair. I looked to the center of the room. The shadows had grown erotic. One of the men had set up a low murmur: "Come on, baby, stick out your ass. Let's see those tits." Others joined in: "Hey baby, you want it in the mouth? Spread those legs, pig, give us some cunt." Susan just stood there at first, and then one of the men reached out for her leg. She seemed genuinely frightened and pulled back. Another closed in on her. She tried to get away, but now there was no exit to the room. She was being backed toward a wall and she screamed at the top of her voice, but the room was soundproofed also, and no amount of noise she made could do any good. The voices continued, insinuating, gravelly: "You ain't gonna get out, not till you lick every cock in the room, not till you suck every one of us off, not till you go down on your knees and take it in the ass, not till you
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