"Damn," he swore, pausing a moment, "if she's this good when she's out of it, what's she going to be like when she knows what she's doing?" He licked at her pouting lips and squeezed her hard nipples, not stopping to think that Wendy might consider him a creep and resist the impulse to cooperate with him if he were flicking her while she was conscious of his actions.
Carl ground his loins into the pulpy flesh of her cunt while lifting her ass with the fingers inserted into the deep crack between the trim mounds. His cock jumped and jerked within the tight confines of her vaginal passage and his balls nestled between the firm flesh of her ass.
Lewdly, he ducked his head and fastened his mouth over on of her abundant tits. His tongue slashed across the distended but of a nipple as he started sawing his cock in and out of her twat again. Each time he hilted the stubby tool he rolled his pelvis, grinding his loins into the wetness of her snatch.
Wendy's stomach rippled and her ass muscles clenched and relaxed as the cock rode back and forth within her twat. Even in her drugged state she realized that there was something different about this fuck, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was, didn't notice that she was getting fucked by a cock that was considerably shorter and of less girth than that she was used to.
His balls slapped at the dampening crack of her ass as he fucked her harder and faster. "Aaaaahhhh," he moaned against his tit as he felt himself getting ready to cum. Hurriedly he whipped his cock from her and let his jizm spurt out to land against the satiny flesh of her tits and the smoothness of her belly. The jizm stood out against her pale skin like gray puddles of some alien life form.
"Uhhhh," Wendy moaned in her drug-induced slumber. She had cum just before Carl had pulled out of her twat so her restless stirrings weren't enough to wake her. For several moments, Carl stared at her delectable figure. Then, with a sigh, he stuck his limp cock back in his shorts and trousers and climbed into the driver's seat of the van. The jouncing of the vehicle made Wendy roll about on the air-mattress but she still slept as he turned onto the paved road and sped off toward the mansion he lived in as his sister's slave.
From time to time, he would glance into the rear-view mirror, appreciating the lush charms of the slumbering young woman. Carl wished that he had the guts to disregard the fact that his sister, his mistress, was probably already home and waiting for him to deliver her newest plaything. If he could have managed that, he would have pulled into another unused trail and, after tying the unconscious girl, amused himself with her lush body until she was awake again. Then he would have aroused her and ravished her, making her satisfy his lusts with her mouth before fucking her exposed and vulnerable cunt and ass.
But, although Carl had longed to do so, he didn't dare. He had been too cowed by the whippings he had received at Olga's hands and, when Carla had threatened to shoot him and dispose of his body in a safe way, he had surrendered to her and accepted the fact that she was his mistress, he her slave. The time that had passed since that fateful afternoon when Carla had been forced to suck Harrison's cock and then been subjected to rape of her cunt and ass before freeing herself and turning the tables on the man who had been her fiance and who now was her husband and the woman he'd hired to kidnap and discipline the twins had deepened his feeling of helplessness where Carla was concerned. Even now, as he guided the van through the countryside, he trembled as he thought of how angry Carla might get if she knew he had fucked the girl who lay naked in the back of the vehicle.
About twenty miles away from the MacLoud home, Carl pulled to a stop alongside the road. After climbing into the back of the van, he fondled Wendy's tits and cunt for a moment, then slipped her panties and shorts over her feet and worked them up her legs. Awkwardly, he lifted her and dragged the garments over her hips and ass, then fastened them and stuffed her T-shirt into them once he'd pulled it down over the spectacular mounds of her tits. It seemed a shame to cover her, but he didn't want Carla to know he had amused himself with the girl's defenseless body. Of course, he was sure that Carla was going to let him have Wendy while she was their captive. After all, she'd let him be the first to stick his cock into Mei-Ling's twat. But that had been different, she had been there to watch as she'd fucked the Chinese beauty. Daring to screw Wendy when he was alone with her might tickle Carla's fancy. But, it might just as well arouse her ire and anger. Carl felt it better that his assault on the helpless girl remain a secret if it could. And he saw no reason why it shouldn't. After all, he had a good excuse for the length of time he was gone: he would simply state that he'd encountered road work, which he had; then say that he had gotten lost in the backlands as he'd tried to get around the long line of cars making use of the detour. He saw no reason why Carla wouldn't accept that explanation.
As he expected, the first thing he was asked when he pulled up to the side of the large house was where he had been. The story of his delay rolled glibly off of his to his delight, merely nodded. "Did you have any trouble with her?" she asked.
"None at all," he replied. "She had a bad case of cottonmouth and drained the soda almost in one gulp. I'd say she was out of it as soon as she stretched out on the mattress."
Olga and Mei-Ling arrived at that time, forestalling any further interrogation his sister might have had in mind. "Take her up to the room beyond Harrison's and prepare her," the haughty blonde ordered. "Strip her and chain her to the bed, legs apart and arms over her head. Then one of you keep watch over her and let me know as soon as she shows signs of coming awake. It ought not to be more than an hour or so, so I expect I'll be done with supper by then."
"Yess, ma'am," Mei-Ling replied. "Cook has supper waiting. You will be able to eat as soon as the food is brought to the table."
"Good, very good," Carla answered. "Go and wash up, Carl, and hurry. I'm sure our 'guest' will have a lot of questions when she recovers and we wouldn't want to keep her waiting for the answers, would we?"
Both of them laughed as he headed for the downstairs powder room to wash his hands and she went to get Harrison from his den. Mei-Ling and Olga carried the still drugged girl out of the van and up the sidesteps to the closed wing of the second story. As they did so, both of the enslaved women were acutely aware of how lovely Wendy was and both were anxious for her to come to, so they tongue and Carla, could get in on the fun of debauching her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Wendy awaken slowly, shaking her head to rid of her mind of what seemed to be cobwebs. Damn, she thought, what did I do last night, that I feel so funny now? It wasn't exactly a hangover that she was suffering, because her stomach wasn't upset the way it always was after she drank too much, but the feeling was akin to the aftermath of overindulgence in alcohol.
Suddenly, she realized that there was another difference between now and other times when she'd woken up: she was naked. In the past, no matter how drunk she'd been when she'd come in, she had always gotten into pajamas before going to bed.
She started to sit up. "What the hell?" she muttered as she found that she couldn't. She gave a hard yank on one arm and felt metal bite into her wrist. "Hey!" she exclaimed to the darkened room. "Is this some sort of joke? What's going on here? Let me up. I don't think this is funny at all."
"Let me assure you, Miss Hiller, that it is not meant to be funny," came an unfamiliar voice. Then she was almost blinded as three high-powered lamps were turned on, their beams directed at her face, preventing her from seeing beyond them to where the voice seemed to have originated.