Chapter 5: A Garden Party
Betty's strategy for protecting MA seemed to be working. Flag Girl was raped
with the wand several times a day. She came to expect it, to look forward to it
eagerly. Her pussy would lubricate at the mere sight of the wand.
"Pavlov would've loved this little bitch," said Bohner.
At night, Ludwig and his fellow security guards raped her the old-fashioned way,
with Moulton looking on appreciatively.
But Bohner hadn't lost sight of the main goal. After a week of abusing Flag
Girl, he announced that MA was fit enough to join in the fun - as a victim.
Moulton was bubbling over with excitement.
"I think it's time I activated my Garden of Earthly Delights," he said. "It will
be great fun with these two lovely young ladies running about naked."
Bohner was reluctant to cross his host, but he had heard about Moulton's
"Paradise parties." They usually ended up with someone dead - more often than
not, a good-looking young woman.
"Isn't that kind of dangerous, Mr. M?" he said.
"Oh, we'll be very careful. Like the Magyar's magic wand, the Garden has what
you might call power settings - degrees of danger. We want enough danger to make
the whole affair interesting, but we can control how much. These parties don't
have to involve fatalities. In any event, we'll send Flag Girl in all by herself
first."
"Whatever you say," Bohner mumbled. He was not reassured.
# # #
MA and Flag Girl weren't allowed to spend much time together without someone
watching and listening. Bohner didn't want to take any chances on them cooking
up an escape plan. And Betty, who had taken an instant dislike to Flag Girl, was
jealous of the dumb blonde. She couldn't figure out what MA could possibly see
in her.
So when Moulton announced that Flag Girl would be first to go through the
Garden, Betty was delighted. She had no idea what dangers lurked there, but she
hoped that she would soon see the last of her.
It was midmorning on a cool, cloudy day. The colors of the strange structures in
the Garden were even more vivid than in bright sunlight.
Moulton, Bohner and Tasher sat on a wooden viewing platform. Betty was on the
ground, escorting Flag Girl, who wore only a stainless steel collar. Betty had
given the little blonde a rough time earlier in the morning, and it showed. One
of her eyes was swollen nearly shut, and her lips were puffed up. Her demeanor
showed it, too. She was clearly afraid of Betty, who held her left arm in a
tight grip and was guiding her to a gate in the steel fence that surrounded the
Garden.
"Okay, Slag Heap, here's where we part company," Betty said in a low voice. She
spun Flag Girl around so they faced one another, then planted a foot in her
midsection and kicked her through the entrance. Flag Girl landed on her back,
and Betty swung the gate shut with a loud clang.
Flag Girl lay there for nearly a minute, dazed and frightened. Then she rose
painfully to her feet and staggered into the Garden. In the middle was a lake.
She skirted it and passed a large pink structure that somehow looked both
manmade and botanical. A hairy green shoot that had been vertical now bent
toward her.
"What the hell is that?" Bohner asked.
"Ingenious, isn't it?" said Moulton. "Absolutely lifelike."
"How does it sense her? Can it see?"
"No," said Moulton. "But it can pick up radio waves, and a transmitter is
embedded in the collar our sweet little ignoramus is wearing."
Flag Girl saw the tendril just as it reached her. She screamed and jumped
backward, but she was too late. It wrapped itself around her waist and lifted
her high off the ground. In seconds she was 30 feet in the air, kicking and
struggling.
"Now, watch this," Moulton said with a chortle.
"How could I not?" Bohner said breathlessly.
The green tendril coiled itself around her several more times, drawing her
toward the main structure, which was shaped like an oversized gourd. Attached to
it was a tower that resembled a tulip blossom. The tendril plunged Flag Girl
into it.
Bohner jumped to his feet.
"What's going to happen to her? For God's sake, she's too valuable to kill."
"Calm down," said Moulton. "It isn't going to kill her. Turn around and look at
the TV monitor. There's a camera up there, and it shows what's happening to our
little heroine."
What it showed was Flag Girl, still in the embrace of the green tendril, being
submerged in a pink gel. She disappeared below the surface, was pulled out, then
was submerged again. Each time, she came out glistening with whatever the
substance was - and with a look on her face that could only be described as
ecstatic.
"The best man in the chemical division of Moulton Enterprises came up with this
stuff," said Moulton. "It's filled with natural pheromones and hormones. In
effect, she's being bathed in sex. When she comes out, she'll want to fuck
anything on two legs - or four, or even more. And if you get close to her,
you'll have an irresistible desire to accommodate her. Now, back to the live
show."
They turned back just in time to see Flag Girl pulled from the opening in the
gourd and deposited by the tendril on the ground. She rolled around on the
grass, caressing her breasts, her belly and her crotch.
Suddenly, several furry animals about the size of groundhogs appeared and began
rubbing themselves against her. They had long, tapered snouts like anteaters,
and from these snouts, long blue tongues emerged and began licking her.
"Did your chemist come up with them, too?" Bohner asked.
"No, a molecular biologist from Italy produced those for me. I haven't the
foggiest idea how - some nonsense about DNA splicing."
Flag Girl lay spread-eagle, allowing the animals to rub and lick all of her most
sensitive areas. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. One of the
creatures climbed onto her face and began humping her mouth.
"They have surprisingly big dicks for such little creatures," said Moulton.
"Gives new meaning to Groundhog Day," replied Bohner.
As if in response to some signal inaudible to humans, the animals suddenly stood
on their hind legs, then scampered away.
Moulton looked up at the sky. "That's what scared them," he said.
A pair of vultures circled lazily, not very far above them.
"I've never seen buzzards this close," Bohner said.
"Nasty beasts," said Tasher. "Don't like them at all."
"Oh, they serve a purpose," said Moulton. "But this is not the time or place for
them. Call down to Betty to get into the Garden fast and get our little bimbo
out of there. Most buzzards wait til a meal is safely dead, but these have grown
accustomed to live but helpless prey."
One of the birds landed a few feet from Flag Girl. Betty was still over 50 yards
away. And she wasn't hurrying as fast as she could have. The idea of a buzzard
taking a piece out of the little bitch appealed to her.
But whatever its original intentions, the buzzard now wasn't interested in
devouring Flag Girl. The pheromone gel she had nearly drowned in quickly
overpowered the ugly black bird. It jumped on her belly and began a weird dance.
Finally, it toppled off her and landed beside her, on its back. Between its
legs, it sported a tumid white hard-on.
Before Betty reached Flag Girl and the sex-drugged buzzard, Ludwig, who was
close behind her, yelled out a warning.
"Stay away until we hose her down. If you get too close . . . ."
But Betty was already too close. Suddenly, she had an irresistible desire to
make love to the supine blonde. She kicked the vulture aside, knelt between Flag
Girl's legs and began licking her pussy. The little blonde moaned and writhed.
This excited Betty even more. Soon, the two women were locked in a 69 embrace,
giving each other as much pleasure as their tongues could generate.
