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"They'll be here any minute," Kalinkos said.
"They?" Trifford said. "How many did you get, for Christ sake?"
"This is a special kind of deal," Kalinkos said. "Her manager comes with
her. He stays with her, too. At least that's how it's supposed to be."
Trifford frowned. "What the hell kind of shit deal is that? We don't
want some strange prick in on this. Why did you set this fucking thing up,
anyway? We could've got--"
"I'll tell you why," Kalinkos interrupted. "First of all, this girl is
supposed to be good for anything. I mean, they've got her in some kind of bind,
see, so we can do anything we want to her, and she can't complain. You know what
I mean? Anything we want. Okay?"
"Well, that sounds good. But--"
"Second, she's young and she's damn good-looking. I've seen her. And
third--" He grinned. "Her manager is in for a little surprise tonight. I brought
a couple of my guys along. They're outside. We'll have the girl all to
ourselves, don't worry."
"I don't want any trouble, damn it!"
"There won't be any. Believe me. Where's Joyce?"
An anguished cry was heard from the bedroom.
"There she is," Trifford said. "Entertaining the guys. Calley brought
some new toys along."
The doorbell rang.
"There they are," Kalinkos said. "I'll take care of this." He went to
the door and opened it, but not all the way.
David and Lisa were standing in the hallway. "Well," David said, "Here
we are."
"Okay," Kalinkos said. "The girl comes in. Just the girl."
"Now, wait," David said. "I told you I stay with her. If you want her,
that's how it is."
"Not this time, sonny," Kalinkos said. "Just her."
"No way! I told you--"
Kalinkos gave a signal. Two men stepped out of the shadows and took hold
of David's arms, pulling him backward. He tried to struggle, but one of the men
produced a gun and shoved it into his ribs, and he stopped fighting.
"Keep him quiet," Kalinkos said. "Come on, honey." He pulled Lisa
inside.
"Don't try anything, Lisa!" David yelled as the door closed behind her.
"Don't say anything! You know what will happen!"
Inside the apartment, the startled girl looked around like a trapped
animal. "Don't worry, sweetheart," Kalinkos said. "We're not gonna hurt your
boyfriend. We just want you all to ourselves for a while, okay? We're gonna have
a good time, right?" He turned to Trifford. "Didn't I tell you she was a ripe
one?"
"What was that all about?" Trifford said. "What did he mean, don't say
anything? Don't say anything about what?"
After the impact of her initial fright at what had happened, Lisa
suddenly seemed to realize that for the first time in months she was free from
the presence of both David and her brother. She looked with dawning hope at the
two men, her gaze shifting wildly from one to the other.
"Please," she said frantically. "Please help me. You've got to help me.
Please!"
"Relax, sweetheart," Kalinkos said. "Everything's gonna be just fine."
"No, listen! Please. Listen! You have to help me. They--my brother,
and--they're keeping me prisoner. They--they make me do--they make me a slave,
and I--I have to--oh god, help me get out, for god's sake, help me!"
The two men looked at each other in astonishment. "Wait a minute,"
Trifford said, approaching the girl. "Wait, let's get this straight here. This
guy out there--he's your brother?"
"No, he's--he's my brother's friend. The two of them, they--they make
me--"
"These two guys are keeping you prisoner?"
"Yes! Please get me out, please!"
"What do they do to you?" Kalinkos said.
"They--they make me have sex with them, and--and they hurt me. Oh god,
they hurt me! And they made me into a... a whore, and... oh, god..."
"This is quite a story," Trifford said. "How do they get away with it?
Don't you have anybody else?"
She shook her head. "My parents are dead, and--and my brother got me out
of school, and--there's nobody... Please... help me... call the police, or--or
something... please..."
Trifford frowned. "What did he mean--you know what will happen?"
The girl looked at the floor. "I--" She hugged herself, shivering.
"My--my brother knows about something I did to somebody. If he told, I--I could
get killed." She raised her eyes to him, blinking away tears. "But I don't care
any more!" she cried. "I can't keep on this way! I can't! I don't care what
happens! For god's sake, help me!"
Again the two men looked at each other. The same speculation was in the
eyes of both. Trifford signaled to Kalinkos, and the two of them walked to the
far end of the room, where they conferred in low voices.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Trifford said.
"This chick's got nobody to miss her, she's young and juicy, and all
that's between her and us is this brother of hers and that punk outside."
"So maybe we should just take her over," Trifford said. "Sort of a
permanent replacement for Miss Hotshot in there. What do you think?"
"Sounds damn good to me," Kalinkos said.
"Get rid of the punk," Trifford said. "Make it look like an accident.
We'll take care of the brother later."
"Right." Kalinkos went to the door and stepped outside, where he spoke
briefly to his two associates. In a moment he was back. The two men went back to
the girl.
"Now," Trifford said, smiling at her. The smile didn't seem to reassure
her. "What was your name again, honey?"
"L-Lisa."
"Lisa. Pretty name. Well, Lisa, good news. You don't have to worry about
your brother and his friend any more. You won't be going back to them."
"Oh, thank god! Thank you, oh, thank you! I--I'll have to get away from
here, go someplace else... Will you help me?"
"No, that won't be necessary either, Lisa. Nobody's going to kill you,
we'll see to that. You're going to be staying right here. With us."
"W-what?"
"We're taking you over, Lisa darling. There are seven of us, and we're
all going to share you from now on. You'll make a sweet little toy for us to
play with. It's nice that your brother broke you in for us, but you're not his
slave any more, Lisa. Your ours."
With a terrified cry, the girl rose from her chair, shrinking away from
them. "No!" she gasped, her face twisting with fear. "No! Oh god, no!"
Instinctively, she broke and ran for the door.
Kalinkos stopped her easily. She pulled away from him and turned to see
Trifford coming toward her, his mouth set in a hard line.
She shook her head automatically, but tears of despair were in her eyes.
"Don't--oh please, you can't do this to me... You can't..."
"We can do anything we want to you, Lisa," Trifford said. "And you must
never say no to us. You might as well learn that right now. Never say no to us.
Never."
With startling swiftness he raised his hand and slapped her viciously
across the face several times, forehand and back, forehand and back. As she
shrieked and stumbled backward, he came after her, and as her hands came up to
protect her face, he hit her with his fist, and with all his strength, in the
pit of her stomach.
She doubled over and fell down, writhing on the floor, choking and
gagging and struggling for breath. The skirt she was wearing pulled high up over
her thighs as her shapely legs flailed helplessly. The two men watched her
attentively as she slowly recovered, taking air into her lungs with eager but
shallow gasps, retching and sobbing.
"Get up, Lisa," Trifford said finally.
She tried, but she was too slow. Kalinkos reached down, took a handful
of her hair in his fist, and pulled. She came up howling.
Releasing her hair, Kalinkos now clamped both hands over her breasts,
pulling her back against him. "Nice," he said, squeezing the breasts hard
through her flimsy blouse. "This is really nice. Try some." He let her go, then
gave her a hard shove in Trifford's direction. She cried out as the force of it
sent her stumbling helplessly toward the other man.
Trifford's hands went over her rapidly. One of them slid down under her
skirt and went between her legs, where it probed roughly as she squirmed and
whimpered in his grasp. In a moment he shoved her back to Kalinkos.
The noise had attracted a few of the men from the bedroom. "What's going
on?" one of them asked.
"We got a new toy," Kalinkos replied, grinning. "Here, try her out." And
his hard shove propelled Lisa across the room to him.
"Jesus," the man said. "This is fantastic." His fingers scrabbled at the
buttons of her blouse.
"Don't take her clothes off," Trifford said. "I want Lisa to strip for
us. After that you can do anything you want with her."
"Let me have a look at her," another man said, and Lisa was shoved over
to him. "Real pretty," the man said. "Let's have a kiss, honey." He pulled her
against him and kissed her. Lisa did not resist, but neither did she help.
"Shit," the man said. "How about a little cooperation, honey?"
"Yes, Lisa," Trifford said sharply. "Let's have a little cooperation."
Lisa looked over at him, a flicker of fright suddenly replacing the blank
despair in her eyes. "Kiss him back," Trifford said.
Lisa kissed him back. She did it very well.
"All right," Trifford said. "Now Lisa's going to take off her clothes
for us. Aren't you, Lisa?"
She did not look at him now. Her head was bowed, and her body was
trembling.
"Yes," Lisa said.
They called in the rest of the men from the bedroom, and all seven of
them lined up to watch, as Lisa stood in the center of the room and stripped
herself naked. They made her turn around, and they made her walk up and down for
them, and then they dispersed to various parts of the room and for a while they
played games with her, pushing her around from one to the other, each one making
free with her luscious body, kissing and squeezing and stroking, until finally
they were all aroused, even those who had satisfied themselves earlier with
Joyce.
Lisa had never had seven men in succession before. She had been had by
two men at once, but never by three. She had been used and abused to the point
of exhaustion, but never for five hours, non-stop, over and over again in every
way there was.
That night she learned what it all felt like.
"Shit," Kalinkos said, when the long orgy was over and they were
lounging, lazy and depleted, with Lisa lying naked on the floor before them.
"This was a hell of a lot of fun, but Christ, we forgot why we wanted another
chick in the first place. We were gonna have a show, remember?"
"That's all right," Trifford said. "There's no hurry. Joyce will still
be here tomorrow. And Lisa's going to be here for a long, long time."
