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The Tempted Tourist
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

An American teenage girl experiences Europe, the hard 
way. (MF/F-teen, nc, rp, bi, drugs, mc)

***

Chapter 1

Jill Duncan shifted restlessly in her reclining airline 
seat, the blanket that the stewardess had given her in 
New York slipping in a tangled heap down her long 
shapely legs. For a moment she hovered between sleeping 
and waking, then fell back into her dream. 

The loud whirr of the jet engines became the excited 
buzz of spectators in a crowded courtroom, and she 
herself was sitting in the defense attorney's chair 
staring at the prosecutor in front of her. He was 
shouting, "True or false? True or false? Tea or 
coffee?" And when she didn't answer he began shaking 
her arm, repeating, "Tea or coffee?"

Jill groaned, not understanding his question, and then 
the courtroom abruptly faded as she opened her eyes to 
stare around the jet in confusion. A well-dressed man 
seated beside her was gently shaking her and speaking 
the words she'd heard in her dream, and a wide-awake 
and smiling stewardess was standing in the aisle with 
two steaming silver pots and a cart full of cups and 
saucers.

"Coffee," she muttered, rubbing her eyes and pushing 
her tousled red hair out of her face. Groggily 
accepting the plastic tray containing a cup of coffee, 
a glass of orange juice, and a sweet roll, Jill turned 
to smile at the man beside her.

"Gosh, I was really dead to the world. Thanks for 
waking me up."

"Well, I thought you might be hungry if you missed 
breakfast. You fell asleep before they served dinner 
last night."

Jill gulped down the hot coffee and began to feel fully 
awake. She glanced at the man out of the corner of her 
eye, noting that he was handsome with curly blond hair 
and blue eyes. His English was perfect, but a slight 
foreign accent prevented him from sounding like an 
American. 

He must be Scandinavian, she decided, and maybe he'd be 
able to tell her some interesting things about northern 
Europe. This excited the young redhead much more than 
his rugged good looks, for she prided herself on being 
scholarly rather than silly and romantic.

"Excuse me, but are you Scandinavian?" she asked him 
politely.

"You can tell by my accent?" he said with a little 
laugh. "I have studied the English language for ten 
years in school, but still I have an accent."

Jill was afraid she had insulted him. "Oh, no, you 
speak very good English," she reassured him. "I just 
wondered if you knew anything about Denmark. I'm going 
there to live for a year, you see."

"Let me welcome you to our little land," he smiled. I'm 
glad she's not just another tourist, he was thinking to 
himself. This girl's built like a bomb, and I'd like to 
know her better... much better. "Will you be staying in 
Copenhagen?"

"Yes, I'll be working with the university there," Jill 
replied.

"I'm also from Copenhagen -- I've lived there all my 
life. By the way, my name's Erik Mortensen."

"I'm Jill Duncan," the curvaceous redhead said, 
dimpling and then smiling. "Please tell me about 
Copenhagen!"

Erik stared at her intently, taking particular note of 
the way her tailored blouse had become unbuttoned in 
her sleep to reveal two perfectly shaped breasts, their 
full white mounds thrusting up proudly from the tight-
fitting white cotton brassiere. "First I will teach you 
the most important word in Danish," he smiled, raising 
his plastic cup of orange juice toward her.

"Skal!"

"Skal?" Diligent student that she was, Jill Duncan had 
bought Danish records and a language book when she 
learned that she had received a fellowship to study law 
in Copenhagen. But that word hadn't been in the 
lessons.

"Yes, it means 'cheers', and you must hold up your 
glass, touch it to mine, and look into my eyes," Erik 
instructed, staring deeply into the young girl's green 
eyes as she repeated, "Skal!"

"Attention please, ladies and gentlemen. We are now 
beginning our descent and in a few minutes we will be 
landing in Copenhagen. Please fasten your seatbelts and 
refrain from smoking as soon as the sign in front of 
you is lighted up."

Jill Duncan, surprised that the flight was already 
nearly over, turned to stare out of the window on her 
right. A few streaks of pink sunrise lingered on the 
horizon, but the rest of the sky was clear and blue and 
promised perfect early summer weather. Far below, she 
saw the deeper blue ocean with its whitecaps bobbing up 
and down like small silver-white sailboats.

"The flight seemed so short!" she exclaimed to the 
friendly young man beside her, obediently fastening her 
seatbelt as she spoke.

"No wonder!" he laughed. "You've been sleeping like a 
baby ever since we left New York."

"Well, I didn't want to be dead on my feet when I got 
to Copenhagen, so I took two sleeping pills," Jill 
explained. "I want to be able to get right to work."

"To work? I thought you were a student?" Mortensen 
asked.

"I am, I'm researching criminal law, and I received a 
grant to study crime in Denmark," the voluptuous 
redhead replied somewhat proudly. "I consider that 
work."

"It sounds very interesting. But wouldn't you be better 
off studying crime in New York? I just spent two weeks 
there on business, and it seemed much more dangerous to 
me than peaceful Copenhagen."

"That's just the point!" Jill exclaimed, her voice 
taking on the tone of a university lecturer as she 
began to speak of her scholastic studies. "I want to 
observe just how and why your society is so much less 
violent than American society, and what effect Danish 
laws have had on the criminal mentality in your 
country. The recorded facts show, for example, that 
when Denmark repealed the laws against pornography, 
your sexual crimes decreased a statistically 
significant degree, and..." 

She broke off in sudden confusion as she realized that 
her blouse was undone, and that this handsome young 
Danish man was staring intently at the cleavage of her 
shamelessly revealed breasts. "Ex-excuse me," the 
curvaceous student stammered in embarrassment. "I think 
I'll just run back to the ladies' room and freshen up a 
bit." Her cheeks flaming, she squeezed awkwardly past 
him, more perturbed than ever as she felt his knees 
intently pressing against her firm young thighs.

Erik Mortensen smiled quietly to himself as he stared 
with unabashed interest at her gently swaying buttocks 
which were undulating in unconscious provocation 
beneath her short skirt as she hurried down the aisle. 
Like so many of the American girls he'd met during his 
frequent trips to the United States, she seemed ashamed 
and fearful of her own sexuality. Well, she'd change 
her ideas soon enough in Denmark, he was certain of 
that. And he was also sure that he'd do his utmost to 
help instigate that change!

In the tiny toilet cubicle at the rear of the airliner, 
Jill stared at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were 
still burning at the thought of what Mr. Mortensen must 
think of her -- he would certainly imagine that she was 
one of those cheap girls who believed in displaying 
their bodies to attract men. Then she tossed her long 
auburn hair proudly. 

Well, she wasn't one of those girls, and she would 
continue to act serious and polite to prove that fact 
to him. Working slowly so that she'd have plenty of 
time to regain her composure, the attractive twenty-two 
year old carefully cleansed her smooth fair skin and 
applied a light touch of lipstick to her full sensuous 
lips. 

Sometimes Jill wished that she hadn't been so 
generously endowed with good looks, for it only made 
things more difficult for her. Most men simply couldn't 
believe that a lovely young girl like herself could be 
more interested in her scholastic career than in their 
persistent attention. They invariably tended to stare 
at her long shapely legs, gently flaring buttocks, and 
proud high-set breasts when she was trying to discuss 
something serious with them, and she'd learned to steel 
herself against feeling flustered and confused by their 
not-so-very-well-disguised interest in her body. 

As far as Jill Duncan was concerned, her classically 
molded face and voluptuous body were merely handicaps 
to the intellectual development of her mind.

By the time she returned to her seat, refusing to react 
to Erik's tight-pressing knee as she squeezed past him, 
the red "No Smoking" sign was flashing. The excited 
young redhead peered eagerly out the window, surprised 
to see how very different the Danish countryside looked 
from the New England scenery she had grown up with. 

Instead of neat rows of white frame houses separated by 
white picket fences, that were so characteristic of 
American countryside, the Danish houses were painted in 
bright shades of gold and blue, and all the roofs 
seemed to be made of a red tile that gleamed in the 
bright sunlight.

"Oh, I'm so excited!" she exclaimed.

"Me, too," he agreed. "I'm always glad to come home. 
Traveling is all right, but I'm happiest here in 
Copenhagen."

Now they were flying over low red brick apartment 
houses, and the airplane was steadily falling lower and 
lower.

"Where are you staying?" Erik asked. "Some friends 
delivered my car to the airport parking lot, and I'd be 
glad to give you a lift into town."

"Oh, I don't have anything planned," Jill answered. "I 
didn't want to waste money on a hotel, so I thought I'd 
start to look for an apartment of my own right away."

"I'm afraid that's not going to be very easy," the 
blond man warned her. "It's almost impossible to find 
flats in the center of town, especially if you don't 
know anyone. And if you go to an agency for help, 
you'll pay a lot more than you would have at a cheap 
hotel. But it's too late to think of that now, I guess. 
All the hotels are full this time of the year. Why, 
you'll find kids sleeping in all the parks."

"Oh no!" Jill exclaimed, a worried frown creasing her 
pretty face. She had just enough money to rent a cheap 
apartment, to eat, and to buy the necessary books and 
supplies for her studies. If she had to hand over a lot 
of money to an agency, she might have to give up eating 
until next month's check arrived. "Is it really that 
bad?" she asked in a sober voice.

"I'm afraid so. It's hard enough to find a place to 
live even during the winter, but in June the city's 
flooded with tourists." Erik Mortensen enjoyed watching 
the independent girl's self-composed mask crumble to 
pieces and delighted in her new found vulnerability. 
"But maybe I can do something for you..."

"Oh, Mr. Mortensen, I wouldn't want you to go to any 
trouble," she protested weakly.

"No trouble at all! I was just thinking of the building 
where I lived when I was a student. The landlady's an 
old friend of my family's, and if there's anything 
available I'm sure she'd let you have it if I come 
around with you. It's nothing fancy, but it's only 
three hundred kroner a month and ten minutes walk from 
the university." He paused, then grinned, "And please 
don't call me 'Mr. Mortensen' -- it makes me feel like 
an old man!"

"Okay, Erik," Jill smiled thankfully. "It sounds just 
perfect! I'm so grateful to you."

There was a sudden slight bump as the plane landed, 
causing the young girl's heart to leap in a joyous 
thrill of anticipation. She was about to set foot for 
the first time on European soil, about to start a new 
life!

In a daze of excitement she followed Erik out of the 
plane and down a confusing maze of corridors to the 
baggage and customs area. Though she didn't like to 
admit it to herself, the usually self-reliant girl 
realized that she would have felt lost without the 
handsome blond man there to lead the way and carry her 
heavy book-laden suitcase. 

As she listened to the voices around her babbling in 
strange-sounding Danish, she knew that her language 
records with their slow, well-pronounced phrases had 
been of very little real use. Jill turned in 
bewilderment to the helpful English-speaking Dane 
waiting beside her in the quick-moving customs line.

Just as they were approaching the custom booth, the 
line came to a standstill.

"A couple damn Arabs," Erik said, peering toward the 
head of the line. "Probably carrying dope."

Jill watched curiously as, after a long conversation in 
Danish and Turkish, two dark-complexioned men were led 
away by uniformed officials. Though she had, of course, 
read about the drug problem, the attractive student had 
never actually encountered anything except a little 
marijuana smoking in her quiet New England college, and 
the thought of smuggling narcotics all seemed 
fascinatingly wicked to the innocent young girl.

"Anything to declare?" the man behind the booth asked 
Erik, startling Jill out of her reverie. The custom 
official's eyes focused with obvious interest on her 
long slender legs, and she was annoyed to feel herself 
blushing.

"One bottle of whiskey and one carton of cigarettes," 
the well-built blond man answered smoothly.

Turning quickly to Jill, the official looked at the 
one-year student visa stamped in her brand new passport 
and smiled. "Have a good stay in Denmark!" he said, 
waving them on.

And then, after another tangle of corridors, they found 
themselves standing in the warm sunshine, climbing into 
Erik's little car, and driving down the highway toward 
Copenhagen.

"Got away with three bottles of whiskey and four 
cartons of cigarettes!" Erik boasted. "But that's 
against the law!" Jill gasped.

"Well, here in Denmark there's a 100% tax on alcohol 
and cigarettes, so we don't quite take that law quite 
so seriously," he said.

The auburn-haired law student supposed that she ought 
to be shocked; after all, telling a lie to a custom's 
official was a crime. But the handsome Dane was 
grinning at her with such infectious glee that she had 
to smile back.

"Wow! If I'd known that, I'd have bought some duty-free 
cigarettes at Kennedy International. I guess I'll have 
to give up smoking."

"Take one of my cartons," he offered. "And one of the 
bottles of whiskey too."

"Oh, I couldn't do that!"

"Please. I'm going to Munich in two weeks, so I'll be 
able to get some more. Besides, I owe you a favor That 
customs official might have opened my bags if he hadn't 
been so busy staring at your legs."

Although this was just the sort of remark that Jill 
resented, and in spite of her reservations about 
accepting smuggled goods, she didn't quite know how to 
refuse his offer. He was being so very kind to her, and 
she didn't want to seem rude.

"Thank you," she murmured at last, thinking to herself 
as she spoke: Just this once -- this will be the first 
and last time I ever break a law.

It seemed no time at all before they reached the center 
of Copenhagen with its copper-spired town hall and 
crowded square. A few blocks farther on, past a little 
park with a small lake filled with ducks and swans, 
Erik turned onto a winding cobblestone side street.

"Here we are," he said. "It's good to be back in 
Copenhagen after New York's traffic. Let's go meet Fru 
Larsen and see if she's got a Rat for you."

Fru Larsen, a plump, gray-haired woman with a cheerful 
smile, did indeed have an empty apartment in the old 
five-story building. "The couple that lived there went 
on a holiday to the country last week," she explained, 
"and just two days ago they wrote me a letter and said 
that they had decided to stay there. Isn't that lucky 
for you!"

The three of theta made their way up a dark narrow 
flight of wooden steps to the top floor where the 
landlady fitted a key into one of the three doors in 
the hallway. The flat was tiny and sparsely furnished, 
but it was scrupulously clean. Sunshine streamed in 
through the large windows of the single room, making it 
seem cheerful in spite of the threadbare carpet and 
shabby bedspread. Beyond this room there was a 
miniature kitchen and a tiny room containing the 
toilet.

"A toilet, that's great!" Erik exclaimed. "There 
weren't any toilets when I lived here."

"We put them in two years ago. And I'm afraid the rent 
went up, too, it's four hundred kroner a month now," 
the landlady apologized.

"This is just perfect!" Jill said happily. She was so 
grateful to find a place to live without any trouble 
that another hundred kroner didn't bother her at all. -
Quickly figuring in her head, she realized that the 
rent was only about $75, which she could easily manage. 
"Can I move in right away?"

"Of course, dear. And if you have any questions about 
anything, just ask me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've 
got some cakes in the oven."

As the older woman's heavy footsteps echoed down the 
stairs, Erik turned to the excited redhead. "Well, do 
you like it?" he asked.

"Oh, I love it!" Jill cried. "I, I can't thank you 
enough, Mr.... uh... Erik."

"My pleasure," he said, thinking that when he managed 
to get into her hot little pussy he'd be amply repaid 
for all his efforts. But not too fast! he cautioned 
himself. I'll wait until she wants it, and that 
shouldn't be very long if I'm clever about it. His 
restlessly stirring penis gave a little lurch, creating 
a noticeable bulge in his tight-fitting trousers. 

Somehow this voluptuous yet naive young American girl 
whom he planned to seduce excited him much more than 
his many Danish girl friends, all of whom were more 
than willing to go to bed with him whenever he pleased.

"Now how about seeing something of the town? We can 
have lunch, and then I'll show you one of those porno 
shops you mentioned."

Jill only hesitated for an instant, then nodded. "Okay, 
but just let me get out of these clothes, I feel all 
dirty and rumpled. I'll just be a moment."

Quickly tugging open the small suitcase which Erik had 
lugged up the stairs for her, the attractive young 
redhead pulled out a clean skirt and underwear and 
hurried into the kitchen. She stood naked before the 
sink, waiting for the water to run hot and listening to 
the foreign sounds of three youngsters yelling to one 
another in Danish from the courtyard below. 

How strange everything was! She didn't feel at all like 
her usual self. Just the very idea of visiting a 
pornography shop with a near-stranger would have been 
unthinkable to hear back in New England -- though, of 
course, it was necessary now for her research, and she 
was grateful not to have to go into a shop alone.

Even stranger was the fact that she was allowing 
herself to undress in an apartment with a man just 
beyond the door. She'd never thought she'd do that 
again, not after what had happened to her the last 
time, but somehow she felt so differently here in 
Denmark that even this seemed all right.

That other time... that other time... Oh the thought 
reverberated in her mind and she felt herself drifting 
backward in time...


**

It had happened two months ago, at the little college 
in New England that now seemed so far away that Jill 
wasn't quite sure it really existed. She'd come home 
late from her gymnastics class, and had just finished 
her shower when Jeff, her ex-boyfriend, arrived for 
their date to hear a lecture being given by a visiting 
Supreme Court judge.

Unthinkingly, she answered the door in her robe, and 
immediately realized it was a bad mistake when Jeff 
grabbed at her with unaccustomed ardor and kissed her 
on the lips.

"Wow!" he whistled. "You ought to answer the door like 
this more often!"

"I'll be ready in a moment," Jill replied coolly, 
attempting to pull away from his strong embrace and 
escape to the bathroom.

"Don't rush, baby, I like you fine just like this!" he 
leered. "Jeff! What's the matter with you tonight?"

"What's the matter? You're the matter, Jill. You're so 
goddamn sexy sometimes that it drives me insane not to 
be able to touch you!"

"We've discussed this matter before, Jeff," she said 
sternly, still trying to pull away from him.

"Yeah, sure we have, but I still don't hear any 
satisfactory answers," the frustrated young law student 
retorted. "Are you going to marry me or not? If you 
are, then what are we waiting for? Honestly, Jill, I 
can't take this frustration much longer..."

"I've told you before that I don't want to think about 
marriage until I have my degree," the scantily-clad 
redhead answered. "I enjoy being with you, but I don't 
want to get too serious."

"But, damn it all, if you won't marry met then at least 
you could really enjoy being with me. You must be the 
only senior on this campus who's still a fucking 
virgin!"

"That's not true! There are plenty of other girls 
around here who believe that a woman should be pure for 
her husband. And if sex is as fantastic as you say, 
then surely it's worth waiting for." She spoke more 
vehemently than she'd meant to, trying to deny the 
unwanted thrills of pleasure that shot through her body 
as her boy friend's hands massaged the supple flesh 
close to her sensitive breasts.

Jeff thought he could detect a slight relaxation of the 
redhead's voluptuous body, and decided to soften his 
tactics. "You know I don't want to fight with you, 
honey. I do understand how you feel, but I just can't 
believe you're right. It feels so good to touch your 
beautiful body, how can it be wrong?"

Jill shook her damp curls confusedly, not quite sure of 
herself and tweaked teasingly at the tiny nipples. 
"It's just wrong..." she finally muttered.

"But there's nothing wrong with a little kiss, is 
there?" the excited college man asked in a soft, 
convincing tone, pulling her down on the narrow bed 
beside him without releasing his hold on her lushly 
ripened breasts. It I can just get her hot enough, he 
plotted, maybe she'll let me go all the way. She just 
has to, or I'm going to cum right in my jeans.

Jill felt his long moist tongue prodding insistently 
into her own unresisting mouth. Almost without knowing 
what she was doing, she found her own meeting his, and 
stabbing lewdly into his warm mouth, sending rampant 
thrills of intense desire coursing through her entire 
half-naked body. Even though she knew she ought to stop 
him now before he got too excited, Jill just couldn't 
seem to make the effort. Just another minute more, she 
promised herself. Then I'll stop him.

But one minute became five, and before she knew what 
was happening she was lying below Jeff's muscular body 
on the bed. Somehow he'd managed to undo the loose robe 
she had been wearing and was kissing her nakedly 
quivering breasts, first one and then the other, his 
hard hot tongue spiking her nipples to a tingling 
erection that sent electric surges of sensation running 
from the tips of her bare toes to the top of her skull.

"No, Jeff, no... we mustn't... we... "Mmmmmmmmmmhhhhh!" 
The innocent college girl's weak protests melted into a 
groan of ecstasy as his strong teeth fastened on her 
left, biting first softly, then harder as his hands 
continued to squeeze at the firm flesh of her ripe 
young breasts.

"God, Jill, your tits are so soft... so warm! They feel 
so good!"

The aroused redhead shook her head mutely, not wanting 
to admit even to herself that his depraved sucking of 
her excitedly tingling breasts felt good. "No, Jeff, 
we... we have to stop!" she managed to say in an 
unconvincing voice which the boy completely ignored.

His hands were running down along her rib cage now, 
caressing the flat silken flesh of her belly, and then 
-- oh God no! entwining themselves in the forbidden 
"vee" of her pubic hair. Jill knew she had to do 
something fast, but when she tried to speak the words 
somehow changed to a moan of helpless pleasure.

"Ooooooooooh, ahhhhhh," she moaned in mindless bliss as 
his finger stroked along the sensitive wet slit of her 
virginal little pussy and rubbed in teasing circles 
around the quivering bud of her clitoris. Oh God! She's 
done this same thing to herself dozens of times in the 
past, but not once had it ever felt as good as this!

For a moment Jill's mind cleared, and she gasped out, 
"No! Stop! Stop!", but it was no use. His lewd 
titillating finger merely swirled across the erect 
clitoris even more eagerly, then pushed through the 
moistened lips of her pulsing vagina. I can't let him 
do this, it's wrong terribly wrong! 

Her mind cried in silent warning. But her body, as 
though following the commands of a brain of its own, 
began to twitch and squirm in helpless abandon, and her 
long legs spread wider to give him freer access to her 
wet, throbbing pussy.

"Can't wait any longer, baby," Jeff groaned, jerking 
his finger roughly from her heated vaginal flesh and 
hurriedly unzipping his jeans. "Gotta fuck you now!"

His sudden withdrawal from her hotly pulsating cunt and 
the obscene words he uttered so shocked the young co-ed 
that she didn't realize he had unfastened his fly until 
she felt the urgently pulsing cock-head pressed against 
her naked thigh. Then she shuddered, jolted at last 
from her unwanted erotic arousal.

"NO! NO! YOU CAN'T!" Jill cried out, as she stiffened 
her body and tried to move away from him, clamping her 
thighs together in an involuntary motion of protection.

"Open your legs!" Jeff gasped, clawing cruelly at the 
tender flesh of her inner thighs with talon-like 
fingers. "Goddamn it, Jill, I can't wait! Open your 
legs!"

"Nooooooooo! Get away, get away from me!" the now-
frightened girl wailed in near-hysteria. "NO! 
Nooooooooooo!" The voluptuous redhead's tight-pressing 
thighs had trapped his invading penis between them, but 
her fear-tensed muscles squeezing this blood-inflated 
cock-head only served to enflame his already 
uncontrollable lust for her.

Jill felt her boy friend's body buck and jerk above her 
own nakedly cringing loins, felt his long hard penis 
ramming back and forth between her tightly clamped 
thighs, heard obscenities spew from his mouth in 
incoherent gasps. Then, much to her horror, his wildly 
throbbing cock began spurting out gushes of hot thick 
sperm all over her trembling thighs. 

Jill lay completely still, trying desperately to 
suppress the strange sensation of regret that spread 
throughout her unsatisfied body. Thank God I stopped 
him before something awful happened, she told herself, 
and by the time Jeff raised himself off her body to 
glare at her in undisguised anger, she'd succeeded in 
convincing herself that this was what she really felt.

"Goddamn it, Jill!" Jeff exclaimed, rising to his feet 
with his rapidly deflating penis still held in one 
hand. "What the hell did you make me do that for?"

"Why don't you go get a towel and clean up the mess 
you've made," she replied in a cold voice.

"You bitch!" he raged. "You frigid cock-teasing bitch!"

"If that's the way you feel about me, then maybe you'd 
better leave," she said, close to tears as she rose 
from the rumpled bed and drew her robe tightly around 
her swollen and suddenly aching breasts.

"You bet your life I'm leaving! I'd rather be with a 
five-buck whore than a cold slab of meat like you!" He 
glared at her with what seemed to be a burning hatred 
as he yanked up his jeans and started for the door.

"And don't bother coming back!" Jill defiantly called 
after him, Jeff's harsh words wounding her more deeply 
than she would ever admit.

"That'll be a pleasure, baby!" he yelled over his 
shoulder as he slammed the door behind him.

Hot stinging tears sprang to Jill's green eyes as she 
listened to Jeff's footsteps clattering down the stairs 
and heard his motor gunning and tires squealing as he 
sped away. Steeling herself against the tremors of 
frustration that now were shaking and rippling through 
her body, she took a second shower, downed some 
sleeping pills, and fell into a restless sleep.

She'd seen Jeff only once after that evening -- at the 
International Law exam. Jill turned immediately away 
when she saw he was sitting next to a petite blonde 
nicknamed "Hot Pants Susie". Good riddance she told 
herself, forcing back the unexplained hot tears that 
fell, one after another, on her examination paper...

**

With a jolt of surprise, Jill realized that she'd been 
standing in her new kitchen staring with unseeing eyes 
at the running tap for over a minute. Quickly picking 
up her washcloth, she began sponging her body with 
vigorous strokes as if she were trying to scrub away 
the disturbing memories. All that's in the past, the 
twenty-two year old redhead told herself firmly. 

Now you're here in Denmark, starting a new life, and 
you won't make the mistake of trusting a man and 
letting him get too close to you again. This thought 
reassured her, and by the time she'd pulled on her 
white cotton brassiere, bikini panties, and her clean 
navy blue checked mini-skirt and navy top, she was 
humming a little tune to herself.

Erik, who had been peering through the bead-curtained 
doorway leading from the kitchen to the main room with 
great curiosity while the voluptuous naked American 
girl stood as if in a trance before the sink, had 
prudently moved back from the doorway and was staring 
out the front windows when Jill reappeared.

"You look lovely," he said, smiling warmly at the 
pretty redhead. But in his mind's eye he was seeing not 
her neatly clad body, but the white-skinned, gracefully 
curving buttocks and firm youthful thighs that he'd 
watched in the kitchen five minutes ago. Goddamn, this 
girl was really fantastic! He thanked his lucky stars 
for having been fortunate enough to sit next to 
something as nice as this on the SAS flight, rather 
than the overweight businessman or talkative little old 
lady he usually encountered on airplanes.

"Come on, let's go. I'm dying for a real Danish beer 
after two weeks in New York. Let's have lunch first, 
then go see that porno shop, all right?"

"Sounds wonderful," Jill agreed. She was feeling in 
high spirits, her unpleasant memories canceled out by 
the fact that Erik hadn't tried to bother her while she 
was dressing in the kitchen. European men must be 
different, she thought thankfully. Erik seemed to be a 
real man, not a silly college boy like Jeff had been.

They made their way down the steep stairway and out 
into the bright sunshine.

That's the library," Erik gestured toward a new, three-
story building across the street. "They have lots of 
books in English too, Elation and other things. Come 
on, let's walk that way. It's no use taking the car, 
there'll be no place to park it."

Jill looked around her in wide-eyed fascination as they 
strolled down the cobblestone street lined on either 
side by small shops interspersed with large buildings 
that Erik told her belonged to the university. It all 
seemed clean and peaceful, and she knew that she was 
going to like living in Copenhagen. They came to a 
small canal where several old women were vending fresh 
fish, turned a corner and found themselves at a 
restaurant.

Inside it was dark and cozy with wooden tables crowded 
with people and a delicious smell of cooking food. Jill 
suddenly realized that she was ravenously hungry and 
thirsty.

"Two Elephants," Erik said to the waiter in Danish.

"Elephants?" Jill laughed. "Did you really ask for two 
elephants?"

"That's a kind of beer," he explained with a smile. 
"You'll like it, I think."

Jill did indeed like it. She gulped it down quickly, 
and Erik immediately ordered two more bottles with 
their meal, a giant plate of Tartar Steak -- which was 
only raw meat ground up and topped with onions, capers, 
and a raw egg.

"We say in Denmark that this raw meat makes you sexy," 
Erik said, glancing hungrily at Jill's full up-thrust 
breasts pressing enticingly against the thin fabric of 
her cotton shirt.

The auburn-haired girl was too dizzy from the two 
powerful beers to be offended by his remark, as she 
normally would have been, and just smiled 
absentmindedly.

"Another beer before we go?" the attractive blond man 
suggested, ordering them before she had time to object.

By the time the couple left the restaurant, Jill was 
feeling more relaxed than she had in months. She was 
unused to alcohol, and the three unexpectedly strong 
beers had made her half-drunk. Now the prospect of 
visiting a porn shop seemed pleasurable rather than an 
ordeal. It would be fun!

The restaurant was only a couple blocks from something 
that Erik called the "Walking Street", a mile-long 
pavement lined with shops where no cars were allowed. 
Thick crowds milled down the street, and many cafes and 
restaurants had seats out on the sidewalk where people 
basked in the sun, watching the parade of pedestrians 
Jill immediately spotted three large signs reading, 
"Sexy Shop", "Porno World", and "Sex Land". 

Born and bred in rural New England, the young woman had 
never been exposed to pornography in all her twenty-two 
years. Somehow she'd imagined that pornography shops 
like this were only found in dark slum-quarter streets, 
and she was relieved to find that this store was right 
in the center of town, flanked by an expensive jewelry 
shop on one side and a bakery on the other. Even more 
relieved by the fact that none of the passers-by seemed 
to take any notice of the sex shop's customers, she 
followed Erik though the doors of "Porno World".

The store was crowded with customers speaking in a 
babble of languages. On the walls hung row after row of 
color magazines, and the ceiling was hung with erotic 
posters. Loud rock music issued from hidden speakers, 
its insistent beat seeming to pound in the intoxicated 
young redhead's bloodstream.

"Gosh... I don't know quite where to begin," she 
murmured to Erik.

"Why don't you just look around? I'll pick out some of 
the really good stuff for you," he suggested, and she 
gratefully agreed.

The rack beside her was crammed with magazines labeled. 
Color Climax, each with a different illustration on the 
glossy cover. Although no one seemed to be noticing 
her, Jill felt too embarrassed to actually pick one up 
and look through it. Still, even the covers were pretty 
wild. One that particularly caught her eye showed a 
pair of lovely young girls draped nakedly over a couple 
of large motorcycles with two muscular leather-clad 
males approaching menacingly, their enormous cocks held 
in their hands. 

A lewd little thrill of arousal rose unbidden down 
between her legs, and she quickly turned away to stare 
at the ceiling. Just above her head was a poster 
divided into twelve sections, each one representing a 
different astrological sign illustrated by a sexual 
position. 

Dazedly, Jill picked out her own sign, Scorpio, and 
gazed in stunned disbelief at the seemingly impossible 
contortion of the nakedly entwined couple. God! Did 
people really do things like that? What would it feel 
like to be that woman on the poster?

The inexperienced redhead sensed an uncomfortable 
moisture spreading into the vee of her tight white 
cotton panties. She again fixed her eyes on the rack of 
magazines. This time her attention was caught by one 
where a naked, sun-bronzed brunette was hungrily 
sucking a black man's gigantic erect penis into her 
ovalled pink lips.

It's perverted! It's sick! Jill told herself. But in 
spite of anything she could do, the prurient flames of 
illicit desire surged with ever-increasing urgency 
through her belly. This unwanted physical reaction 
frightened her; she liked to think that she was in 
complete control of herself at all times, but right now 
she felt strangely vulnerable.

"Hey, you should see the things they've got over at the 
counter," Erik was suddenly pulling on her arm, 
directing her attention toward the glass-encased 
display case containing bizarre clothing, little whips, 
and dildos.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Jill gasped involuntarily, more shocked and 
aroused than ever. Somehow these lewd objects seemed 
even more obscene than any picture, people actually 
bought these things and used them! The very idea took 
her breath away. Her wide-open green eyes focused in 
fascination on a pair of purple silk bikini panties 
with a slit in the crotch-band, then at an eight-inch 
dildo with a red light flashing on and off in the head. 
God! She simply couldn't believe it! She had to get out 
of this place before she fainted.

"Can we leave now?" she asked Erik in a weak, shaky 
voice.

"Already?" He sounded disappointed, but led her out the 
door, handing her a thick parcel which she guiltily 
stuffed into her purse.

"It... it was just a little stuffy... too crowded... I 
got dizzy," she tried to explain, not wanting to tell 
him of her indecent arousal.

"Let's walk in the fresh air, then you'll feel fine," 
he suggested. The handsome Dane had a shrewd suspicion 
of just what was bothering the young redhead, but he 
nonchalantly continued playing his role of the polite 
Danish gentleman, occasionally interjecting a 
suggestive comment and gleefully noting her awkward 
confusion.

For the rest of the afternoon they explored the Walking 
Street and the narrow streets surrounding it, stopping 
here and there for a drink.

"How about dinner?" Erik finally suggested as the town 
hall bells chimed six o'clock. "We could visit one of 
the live sex shows afterward... you really should see 
one, just to know what they're all about for your 
research."

Jill hesitated, feeling the shameful shivers of 
excitement coursing through her loins at his seemingly 
innocent suggestion. She'd had a good time with Erik 
Mortensen all afternoon, and had decided that she 
trusted him. What the naive twenty-two year old didn't 
trust was her own body's strange reactions to the 
pornography she had already seen. 

She was afraid that a sex show would make her feel just 
like she had in the sex shop, and that was something 
she simply couldn't face. These confusing physical 
sensations must be caused by fatigue, by "jet-lagging", 
she decided. Best to go straight to bed. Besides, she 
had two meetings in the morning, and she wanted to be 
alert for them in order to make a good impression.

"I'm sorry, but I think I better go on home and get 
some sleep," she said to Erik, feeling guilty at his 
obvious disappointment. He'd been very nice to her, 
Jill thought, but after all her work was really the 
most important thing. "Maybe some other evening," she 
added.

"Oh, come on," he insisted. "You slept on the plane. 
And it's still early."

If I can only get her to watch a live show, I'm sure 
she'll loosen up, he was thinking. Already, I can see 
her Victorian mask starting to crack. But Jill was not 
to be persuaded. "No, I'm sorry," she said firmly. "I 
have important work to do in the morning."

She suddenly sounded aloof and stubborn, and Erik 
decided not to press the issue. He'd wait a day or so, 
and then he'd try again. And again and again, if 
necessary, for this auburn-haired girl with her large, 
proud breasts and firmly swaying ass-cheeks was well 
worth waiting for. He knew instinctively that when he 
finally got to fuck that tight little pussy of hers, 
all his efforts would be more than worthwhile.

At the door to her apartment, Erik pulled the luscious 
redhead to him and kissed her, his lean muscular loins 
pressing suggestively against her slender body. Taken 
by surprise, Jill responded eagerly. Before she was 
aware of what was happening, her hips were grinding up 
against the warm bulge in his trousers as forbidden 
waves of erotic arousal surged through her body once 
again. Almost immediately, however, she came to her 
senses and broke away from him with an embarrassed 
little laugh.

"Good night, Erik," she said rather breathlessly. 
"And... and thank you so much for all you've done to 
help me today."

"I'll be seeing you very soon," he said softly. He 
stood there in the stairwell, watching her firm, panty-
clad buttocks undulating beneath her short skirt as she 
mounted the stairs. Yes, it had been a good day... and 
next time would b even better, of that he was sure.


Chapter 2


It was after midnight when Jill awakened from sleep, 
troubled by restless dreams. She'd fallen into bed as 
soon as she got home, the unaccustomed amount of 
alcohol she'd consumed during the afternoon sending her 
to sleep immediately. Now she glanced at the alarm 
clock which she'd set beside the bed, shaking her head 
in disbelief. How could it be so late when it was still 
not really dark outside? But the clock read 12:15, and 
much to her annoyance she realized that she was wide 
awake.

For twenty minutes or so she tossed and turned on the 
comfortable bed trying to fall back to sleep, but 
although the mattress was firm and flat and the 
coverlet soft as a cloud, she was plagued by disturbing 
thoughts of her actions of the day before. 

Although she tried her usual method of letting her mind 
drift in a warm languid sea, she now found herself 
staring wide-eyed at the dimly lit window, promising 
herself to sew some curtains tomorrow. Then the 
irrepressible guilty memories of her body's 
unaccountable reaction in the porno shop and later when 
Erik had kissed her returned to haunt her.

"Damn!" she muttered at last, tossing off the feather-
filled quilt and making her way into the kitchen. "If I 
can't sleep now, I'll be useless at my interviews 
tomorrow." Perhaps a drink would help... there was that 
bottle of whiskey that Erik had given her. Although the 
young redhead rarely drank alcohol, she felt that she 
needed something to shut off the throbbing thoughts 
that kept her from sleep. If only she'd thought to 
bring more sleeping pills with her on the plane. But it 
was too late for "ifs" now -- a drink would have to 
suffice.

She poured a generous amount of Johnny Walker Black 
Label into a glass she found in the small kitchen 
cabinet, then added ice cubes from the refrigerator. 
Settling back in her bed, she sipped at the drink. It 
burned unpleasantly at first -- this was the first time 
the young girl had ever tried Scotch -- but after a few 
minutes she felt the alcohol warming her blood stream 
and relaxing her. 

Suddenly she wanted a cigarette. Rising again, she 
found her handbag and reached in for the half-opened 
pack she'd left there, but the first thing her groping 
hand unearthed was the parcel from the porno shop.

Jill's hand shook slightly as she gingerly placed the 
forbidden package on the chair beside the bed and dug 
out her cigarettes. Staring fixedly at the brown paper 
parcel, she lit a Marlboro and downed the rest of the 
whiskey, then returned to the kitchen to refill the 
glass. When she returned to her bed, the package was 
still staring at her, and with trembling hands she 
began to unwrap it.

The top magazine happened to be the very one she'd 
noticed in the porno shop that afternoon, the one with 
the naked girls lying across two motorcycles. For a 
moment the young redhead stared at the cover, not 
daring to open it. The blood was pounding in her 
temples and that shameful heated ache was beginning to 
burn up between her naked thighs once again. 

Jill pressed her legs tightly together in an attempt to 
stifle the unwanted sexual sensation, but her efforts 
only served to further excite her already throbbing 
clitoris.

I'm just being silly... it's all in my imagination, she 
insisted to herself, unwilling to admit that her body 
seemed to be in control of her brain. I'm just looking 
at these pictures as part of my research,-that's all. 
And with this rationalization, she opened the glossy 
booklet to the first picture.

Two pretty mini-skirted girls were walking along a 
country lane, and Jill was surprised to see how normal 
they looked. They could have been any ordinary girls -- 
herself even -- and this somehow made the picture more 
exciting than if they had been stereotype whores. 

The photography was done so well that the fascinated 
redhead seemed to feel the hot sunshine on her own 
body... to smell the fragrant summer flowers... to 
sense the tall wild grass brushing against her bare 
legs. Willing herself to ignore the forbidden pulsation 
deep in her loins, the innocent female student flipped 
over the page to stare in consternation at the 
following picture.

Two muscular leather-jacketed motorcyclists had driven 
up beside the startled young girls and were leering at 
them with lewd insolence. Jill shivered, clamping her 
own ass-cheeks together as a delicious electrical jolt 
of fearful anticipation coursed through her body. 

She glanced at the overleaf, then gave a little 
involuntary gasp as she saw that the burly 
motorcyclists had forced the horrified girls to the 
ground beside the road and were ripping off their 
clothes. The blonde girl's full white breasts were 
pressed down hard into the grass, and Jill's hand 
cupped one of her own warmly pulsing breasts in 
unconscious identification as she seemed to feel the 
scratching blades and twigs rubbing against her own 
sensitive flesh.

The excited redhead's breath came in quick little gasps 
as she realized that these girls had actually lain 
naked beside the country road, right out in the open 
where anyone could come along and see them!

Taking a gulp of the whiskey, Jill quickly flipped the 
page over. Her mouth gaped open as she gazed in curious 
fascination at the two muscular males who had unzipped 
their trousers and stood, enormous cocks in hand, 
menacing the nakedly cringing girls below them. Every 
pulsing vein on their huge shafts of male flesh was 
visible, and the inexperienced young girl thought she 
had never seen anything so obscene in her life. Their 
penises were so big... how could they possibly fit into 
a woman's vagina... what would it feel like to a woman?

Without realizing she was doing so, Jill continued to 
massage the smooth resilient flesh of her left breast 
until the nipple rose in excited erection. The wet 
aching throb in her pussy grew more insistent, and the 
flushed young girl involuntarily squirmed her firm 
round buttocks against the bed sheet to relieve the 
pressure of the tight crotch-band of her panties 
against her moistly heated vagina.

Almost eagerly, the unwillingly aroused young redhead 
turned to the next page. One of the burly males had 
forced his gigantic penis between the subserviently 
kneeling brunette's lips, and she was sucking it so 
deeply into her mouth that Jill wondered how she kept 
from gagging. She'd known, of course, that some people 
did things like this, but she'd certainly never 
expected to see a photograph of it. 

Waves of rippling excitement began to quiver throughout 
her entire young body so strongly now that she was 
unable to ignore them any longer. Glancing down, she 
saw her own hand wantonly kneading her swollen breast 
and instantly jerked it away. Oh God, she must be just 
as evil and perverted as the people in these 
photographs!

The glass beside her was empty, and she rose and went 
into the kitchen to refill it, her firm-fleshed thighs 
rubbing teasingly against each other as she walked. 
God, this was absurd! Her very own body was betraying 
her, and she couldn't seem to stop it from happening. 
What was the matter with her? For the first time in her 
life, the auburn-haired student felt a strong need for 
alcohol to deaden the reality of what was happening to 
her.

As Jill settled down in the bed again, the crotch-band 
of her panties bunched up against her feverishly 
swollen pussy-lips. That must be it, she decided, 
thankful for a logical explanation for her shameless 
arousal. The panties were just too tight. She'd take 
them off and then everything would be all right.

Quickly slipping one hand beneath her lightweight pink 
nightgown, the troubled redhead pulled off the lace-
edged panties and tossed them onto the floor. In the 
process, her finger grazed against the wetly pulsating 
slit of her pussy, and when she hurriedly withdrew it 
she could see that the tip glistened with the lewd 
secretions of her excited vagina.

I'll just put these obscene magazines away, she told 
herself firmly, slapping the glossy pamphlet shut. With 
unsteady hands she lifted the refilled glass to her 
lips, took a deep swallow of the burning liquid, then 
picked up the magazine again. Well, I'll put it away as 
soon as I finish this drink, she surrendered.

The next picture was even more obscene than the 
previous ones had been, and Jill realized with dismay 
that the removal of her panties hadn't done the least 
bit of good. In fact, now that her aroused young pussy 
was naked beneath the flimsy short nightgown, the 
salacious sensations felt even more vivid than before. 
The breathless young woman ground her inflamed vagina 
against the bed as she gaped at the second man in the 
picture. 

He knelt between the blonde girl's widespread legs, his 
head buried in her thighs and his tongue curling like a 
thick red snake into the forbidden recesses of her 
hair-lined cunt. Jill's own pussy throbbed in 
sympathetic reaction, and she had to forcefully 
restrain her hand from slipping down toward her burning 
vaginal lips. 

The confused redhead swallowed some more of the 
soothing Scotch and was suddenly aware of the effect 
the strong alcohol was having on her body. Her head 
swam and for a moment the photograph in front of her 
blurred to a rainbow haze. Then her eyes once again 
focused, and Jill found herself staring at the wanton 
expression on the naked blonde girl's pretty face. Her 
features were contorted into a mask of depraved 
ecstasy, and it was obvious that she was enjoying this 
perverted act of cunnilingus, that -- in spite of the 
photographer being present -- she was receiving a 
pleasure more intense than anything the inexperienced 
redhead had ever imagined possible. 

His tongue must feel so good, so hot and hard and 
obscenely alive as it flicked in and out of this blonde 
woman's swollen pussy lips. Suddenly Jill realized that 
she wanted to feel this herself, needed to feel it more 
than she'd ever needed anything else in all of her 
twenty-two years. For a second she thought of her ex-
boyfriend back in America. If he tried to do this to 
her now she'd never be able to resist him.

The curvaceous redhead's hand inched beneath her short 
nightgown, and this time she did not try to stop it. 
All thought of right and wrong faded from her whiskey-
befogged brain, and the aroused young girl knew only 
that the urgent desire pulsating up between her thighs 
had to be satisfied, that it had to be satisfied now.

A little groan escaped her lips as her trembling 
fingers touched the soft tendrils of hair on her naked 
pussy mound. Her thighs jerking slightly apart in 
forbidden excitement, she turned her attention back to 
the photographs.

In the next picture, the camera had returned to the 
brunette girl who was sucking eagerly on the half-naked 
motorcyclist's long thick cock. The tendons of her 
slender white throat stood out starkly as she hungrily 
strained to milk every drop of his spurting cum from 
the man's invading penis, while from one corner of her 
ovalled mouth ran a lewd trickle of thick white semen.

"Oh no!" Jill gasped aloud, horrified yet nevertheless 
unable to take her eyes off the obscene sight. It was 
dirty, sick... yet as her hand hovered hesitantly above 
her quivering vaginal lips she was unable to deny the 
heated excitement rising deep in her virginal loins. 
Her usually incisive, logical mind seemed to have 
melted into a liquid pool of pure physical sensation, 
and the normally calm and controlled young student felt 
that she was being compelled by forces she could 
neither understand nor resist. 

What was happening to her anyway? What was the matter 
with her? Why couldn't she put the perverted pamphlet 
aside, pick up a textbook and read until she fell 
asleep? Why was she allowing herself to lie here 
fingering herself while she looked at these depraved 
pictures? It was repulsive, humiliating -- yet she 
could not stop herself from turning to the next page 
with a forbidden flutter of anticipation.

The men were completely naked now, their sweat-
slickened muscular bodies gleaming in the bright summer 
sunlight. The one with the blonde girl was kneeling 
between her widespread legs. His huge pole of flesh was 
sunk all the way into her hair-fringed pussy, and the 
camera clearly showed her vaginal lips clinging tightly 
around his massive penis. 

Since the shot was taken from behind him, Jill could 
not see his face, but she could see the expression of 
utter wanton bliss on the girl's features as his heavy 
testicles slapped against her bare white buttocks. Jill 
had always thought that it would hurt terribly to have 
a man's penis inside her vagina, that's what her mother 
had always claimed, but now she didn't know what to 
believe. The girl in the photograph obviously loved it, 
and her grimace of ecstasy seemed far too intense to 
have been faked for the camera.

Through the open window drifted the sounds of a church 
bell chiming one o'clock and the footsteps and drunken 
laughter of a group of revelers, but the erotically 
stimulated young girl did not hear them. All of her 
energy was concentrated on running her hand along the 
moistening slit of her cunt as she gazed in 
consternation at the last picture in the book. It 
couldn't be true -- it just couldn't! 

The innocent young law student had never dreamed of 
such a thing. Yet there was the photograph, vivid as 
life, and she knew that the powerfully-built 
motorcyclist was actually shoving his long enormous 
cock into the dark-haired girl's rectum! The thick, 
angry-red shaft was sunk almost to the hilt, with only 
an inch or so of wetly glistening white flesh visible, 
and the man's face was a mask of animalistic brutality 
as he ground into her nakedly upraised ass-cheeks.

Oh Cod! Jill's hand shook so violently that the obscene 
publication slipped from her fingers and fell to the 
floor along with the brown paper parcel. Reluctantly 
withdrawing her caressing hand from between her 
trembling thighs, she reached down to retrieve the 
magazines. Much to her surprise, her fingers closed 
around a slender oval object. What in the world was 
that? she wondered as she curiously lifted it from 
beneath the bed.

The thing was about eight inches long and as thick as a 
fat cigar, and was fashioned from pink plastic. At once 
the aroused redhead recognized what it was, but she 
continued to hold it between her two trembling fingers, 
not wanting to believe her eyes. Erik had put a 
vibrator in the package of magazines! Oh God, why had 
he done that? Had he actually thought that she would 
use the lewd imitation penis? He'd seemed so nice and 
polite, not at all the sort of sick pervert who would 
do a thing like this. 

Jill stared in fascinated repulsion at the pink dildo 
quivering in her unsteady hand as her normally rational 
brain groped in confusion for an explanation. Could 
Erik possibly have thought that this obscene object 
could help her with her research? Perhaps Danes didn't 
think of masturbation as an evil, forbidden act... or 
maybe this was his idea of a joke.

Worst of all, the despairing redhead realized that her 
body was beginning to churn with heated temptation. The 
fiery ball of lust that her fingers had ignited deep in 
her belly had become a raging fire burning out of 
control, and she knew that she wasn't going to be able 
to stop herself now. The salacious pictures and two 
tumblers of whiskey had conspired to reduce her 
willpower to a mindless mass of tormenting physical 
need.

Her mind reeling dizzily, Jill Duncan began to caress 
the lewd cock-shaped instrument with almost fearful 
fingertips. It grew warm beneath her hand, and her 
alcohol-clouded brain imagined that she was touching a 
real penis just like those in the pictures. Uttering a 
soft sigh of defeat, she unbuttoned her short nightie 
and ran her green eyes slowly over her white-skinned 
body. 

The two full mounds of her breasts rose proudly before 
her eyes, their rose-tipped nipples already tautly 
puckered with arousal. Below them, her smooth flat 
belly and naked pussy mound met her gaze, the red 
tendrils of pubic hair gleaming like burnished gold in 
the dimly lit room.

For the first time in her life, the dedicated law 
student felt a sense of pride in her voluptuous body. 
Up until now, she'd felt faintly uneasy about her lush 
well-rounded shape, and had tried to de-emphasize her 
large breasts by wearing restricting brassieres and 
high necklines. In her parent's home the human body 
with its functions and needs was rarely mentioned, and 
even going down to breakfast in her nightgown would 
have been unthinkable. 

Jill could recall her mother warning her not to wear 
patent leather shoes because they might reflect what 
was up under her skirt. She also remembered the time 
when a nudist colony was organized in the countryside 
five miles away from the small New England town where 
her parents lived -- Mother had been one of the leaders 
of the community that forced the nudists to leave. 
Since she'd been away at college the young redhead had 
come to scoff at a n umber of her parent's old-
fashioned Puritanical ideas, but many of their 
attitudes were nevertheless deeply entrenched in her 
subconscious.

Now, as Jill lay thousands of miles away from those 
seemingly ancient memories, she reveled in the new 
found pride in her feminine curves. Her full white 
breasts and firm-fleshed thighs were every bit as 
lovely as those of the girls in the lurid pictures in 
the porno magazine, and a forbidden rush of excitement 
coursed through her trembling loins at the titillating 
thought of a man's lustful eyes running over her 
sensual young body, desiring her just as much as the 
men in the photographs desired those women.

With another little sigh, she lifted the pink dildo and 
trailed it over the swollen mounds of her ripe full 
breasts, flicking it lightly over the sensitive nipples 
until they once again quivered into a rigid erectness. 
Her naked buttocks began to move in a subtle squirming 
motion against the sheet in response to the lewd 
sensations rippling from her swollen breasts. 

Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, the excited young girl 
let the pornographic photographs run before her mind's 
eye. It was easy to imagine that this inanimate plastic 
object caressing her breasts was a real male penis, and 
that she was lying on the grass about to be ravished by 
some man's brutal relentless cock.

Jill's breath came in long hoarse gasps as she allowed 
one hand to slip downward over the satin smooth flesh 
of her firm belly while the other hand continued to 
tease at her breasts with the dildo. For a moment her 
finger flicked at the sensitive little hole of her 
navel, sending a throbbing tingle of desire directly to 
her vagina. Her hand inched lower until it felt the 
first soft strands of pubic hair curl through her 
fingers.

Opening her eyes, the passionately aroused young 
student stared with lewd curiosity at the sight of her 
own hand nestled between her milk-white thighs. She 
spread her long slim legs wide apart and let her 
outstretched middle finger slip down lower, stifling a 
gasp as her trembling fingertip grazed the sensitive 
little bud of her clitoris hidden among the red-gold 
strands of pussy hair just at the top of her vaginal 
slit. The unexpected intensity of the violent spasm 
that shot out from her clitoral bud to every nerve end 
of her lust-tortured body shocked the inexperienced 
young girl. 

It was as though all the shameful sensations that had 
plagued her during this strange day had been condensed 
into that one agonizing electric jolt, and she began to 
understand all too well exactly what it was that had 
caused the look of abandoned ecstasy she'd seen 
mirrored on the girls' faces in the porno photographs.

At this last thought, Jill came to her senses. Jerking 
her hand away from the trembling little bud of her 
clitoris, she stared in self-disgust at the pink 
plastic instrument pressed obscenely against her 
breast. Oh Cod, she was evil, evil and sick! She'd 
actually been planning to put that horrible thing into 
her pussy.

She was lying there looking at dirty pictures and 
masturbating like some disgusting pervert. It was an 
image that clashed with everything she believed in, and 
the dismayed young woman didn't know how she was ever 
going to be able to live with this terrible knowledge 
of her own corrupt depravity.

Overcome with guilt, Jill pulled the lewd object away 
from her quivering nipple and twisted it between her 
trembling fingers as she strove to dispel the torturous 
tremors of lustful need coursing relentlessly through 
her aroused loins. Then she screamed out loud as the 
imitation penis seemed to come alive in her hand -- she 
had unwittingly activated the batteries inside -- and 
the vibrating plastic penis fell from her grasp to land 
upon her smooth white belly.

The sensation of the vibrating artificial penis against 
her naked flesh was more than Jill could stand. All 
thoughts of resisting her lewd desires fled from her 
lust-fevered mind as her hand clutched the plastic 
object and began to move it in slow circles across her 
belly, up to her swollen breasts and then down to the 
hair-fringed opening of her vagina. 

Her buttocks jerked spontaneously as the artificial 
cock-head parted the sparse red-gold pubic curls to 
touch the tiny hidden bud of her clitoris. A lewd 
gurgle of irrepressible delight bubbled from deep in 
her throat. So this was what a man s penis felt like, 
God, it was wonderful!

Kicking the sheet away from her long slender legs and 
spreading her thighs as wide apart as possible, the 
aroused redhead tentatively slid the warm penis-shaped 
vibrator along the quivering slit of her moisture-
drenched vagina and then back up to her eagerly 
pulsating clitoris. Finally, moaning helplessly, she 
pushed the quivering instrument slowly up inside her 
tight virginal pussy.

At first it seemed that the powerfully throbbing shaft-
like device was too thick to fit into her never-before-
penetrated pussy lips, but it finally slid through her 
desire-lubricated cuntal mouth and about three inches 
up into her tight-clasping vaginal channel. 

It was the most incredible sensation the young law 
student had ever felt in her life, an intense mingling 
of pain from the newly stretched cuntal muscles and 
relentless waves of indescribable pleasure that coursed 
endlessly over the entire length of her voluptuous 
body. If only she could get the artificial cock all the 
way inside... but it wasn't possible to penetrate past 
the restraining membrane of her hymen. 

Nevertheless, it still felt obscenely wonderful, and 
finally the curvaceous redhead surrendered completely 
to her depraved desires and began to wantonly writhe 
upon the bed, her smooth white buttocks undulating 
upward to meet the penetrating strokes of the battery 
driven penis that was rhythmically slipping in and out 
between her hungrily clasping pussy lips.

Lewd little cries of licentious delight issued from 
Jill's throat as she desperately pulled the pulsating 
mechanical penis out of her straining pussy vagina and 
sawed back and forth along her hair-lined slit. Then 
she returned it to her tight little cunt! 

Gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes shut, she 
began to thrash her young virgin body even more wildly 
on the rumpled bed. In a sudden flash of obscene 
inspiration? the inexperienced girl moved her left hand 
down to the erect bud of her clitoris. It felt bigger 
now than it ever had in her entire life, and Jill 
continued to rub at the swollen bud, while, at the same 
time, shoving the vibrator madly in and out of her 
clasping pussy lips, intensifying the heated waves of 
illicit pleasure that swept relentlessly through her 
writhing loins.

Jill Duncan's long auburn hair flailed across the 
pillow and over her naked shoulders as the feverishly 
aroused young woman shuddered in the throes of her 
self-induced passion. Then, overcome with wicked 
curiosity, she lifted her head to gaze in shocked 
fascination at the perverted sight of the wetly 
glistening pink dildo thrusting in and out of her 
ecstatically throbbing cunt and her own finger teasing 
the secret, forbidden folds of moistened flesh 
surrounding her sensitive clitoral bud.

Jill could hardly believe her animalistic response to 
this depraved act of masturbation, and a perverse, 
masochistic excitement coursed through her lustfully 
straining loins. Somehow, she derived a warped pleasure 
from the obscene spectacle of her self-debasement, a 
pleasure that triggered the first distant inner 
rumbling of her impending orgasm. She was wicked, 
completely perverted... but she didn't care! All she 
cared about now was obtaining more and more of these 
debased sensations until her body finally found release 
from years of pent-up sexual tension.

Then all thoughts faded from her lust and alcohol-
confused mind as she began to strain in earnest for the 
orgasm she could feel approaching. Collapsing back onto 
the pillow with an anguished groan, she lost all 
conception of reality. The pulsating thickness of the 
penis-shaped dildo sliding in and out of her lewdly 
stretched pussy was no longer a plastic vibrator, but a 
huge rod of swollen male flesh. Her confused brain 
seemed to hear an incessant stream of obscenities 
issuing from a man's whispering mouth, seemed to feel 
his heavy loins pressing rhythmically against her own 
furiously thrashing young body.

"Fuck me, fuck me" she whispered, the sound of the 
never-before-uttered word increasing the violent 
passion surging uncontrollably through her wildly 
straining body. "Fuck me hard!"

Jill jabbed the artificial cock deeper into her 
virginal vagina and immediately felt lines of searing 
pain shoot through her entire undulating body, but this 
only served to intensify her abandoned arousal. "Do it 
to me! Make me cummmmm!" she moaned to the imaginary 
man above her. And then even his image was erased from 
her mind by the overwhelming wave of ecstasy that 
shuddered through her wantonly churning loins.

Clamping her thighs tightly against the slippery 
vibrator as she continued to slide it in and out of her 
wildly dilating cunt, the desperate woman rotated her 
finger in frantic little circles around the throbbing 
bud of her clitoris. It was really going to happen! She 
was going to cum! Involuntary contractions wracked her 
perspiration-drenched body as Jill fought for the 
release that the salacious sensations rising from deep 
within her belly so lewdly promised. 

Her grinding young buttocks jerked spasmodically up to 
meet the plunging plastic penis, and, with each 
circling pressure of her finger upon her throbbing 
little clitoris, the waves of frantic passion grew more 
and more intense. Now, now, now! It had to come soon, 
soon, or she would go insane!

Waves of pure blissful delight welled up from deep 
within her straining loins and swept over her naked 
body, finally breaking in a total flood of sweet 
licentious ecstasy that caused her voluptuous body to 
shiver helplessly as the shattering orgasm flowed from 
the tips of her curling toes to her passion-maddened 
brain. 

For a long minute, Jill saw nothing but blackness and a 
sound like the whirling winds of a hurricane deafened 
any thoughts. The young girl collapsed across the bed, 
then blindly reached down and pulled the battery-
powered penis from her still helplessly spasming 
vaginal lips. A deep groan of satisfaction rose in her 
throat as she drifted into exhausted unconsciousness.

When her mind finally cleared, Jill opened her eyes to 
stare in dazed confusion at the pink plastic object in 
her hand and at her lewdly sprawled naked body. The 
realization of what she had done hit her like a dash of 
ice water, and she flung the offensive dildo on the 
floor as if it were some monstrous poisonous insect. 

Oh God, how had she allowed herself to do this terrible 
thing? But her sated body felt so deeply relaxed that 
Jill could not bring herself to think for very long 
about the guilt and shame that she knew she would have 
to face in the morning, so she merely wrapped herself 
in the crumpled bedclothes and let reality ebb from 
her.

One last thought came to the trembling young girl as 
she drifted off: No matter how excited, how aroused, 
she had been, she had still maintained enough will 
power to keep from ramming the full length of the dildo 
into her hotly hungering cunt. Her hymen was intact! 
She was still a virgin!

And never, never again would she yield to such lewd 
temptation. She would remain a virgin until she 
married, and that was a vow the American girl was 
determined to keep.


Chapter 3


At five o'clock the next afternoon, Jill Duncan was 
striding toward home down a tree-lined path in the 
Kongens Have, a large public park beside Rosenborg 
Castle. 

In spite of the heavy pile of parcels she carried, 
there was a determined set to her shoulders and a self-
congratulatory smile upon her pretty face. The large 
park wasn't really the most direct route back to her 
apartment, but the strong-willed young law student had 
resolved to exhaust herself both mentally and 
physically so that there'd be no chance of a recurrence 
of last night's shameful events. So far today, she'd 
been one hundred percent successful -- not a single 
lewd tingling sensation had plagued her lush young 
body.

"Idle hands are the tools of the Devil," Mrs. Duncan 
had often admonished her only child, and the twenty-two 
year old girl had never forgotten her mother's advice. 
She'd thought of this proverb that very morning, after 
she'd awakened to find that disgusting plastic vibrator 
and a pile of vile pornographic magazines scattered 
across the floor beside her bed. 

For a moment, she'd been overcome with guilt and 
inertia, tempted to crawl back under the covers and 
cry. But then she realized that the only way she could 
regain her self-respect was by forgetting her 
despicable weakness from the night before and planning 
her day so that there wasn't a moment free in which she 
might be troubled by the memories of her depraved act. 

The first thing the voluptuous redhead had done was 
take the pink artificial penis and the offending 
photographs and lock them into an empty suitcase, which 
she'd pushed to the far corner of the cupboard. (She 
would have liked to have thrown the whole mess into the 
garbage pail but was afraid that someone might see 
them.) Then she'd dressed in her most conservative 
outfit and had gone off to the university to meet with 
two professors.

The meetings had gone very well, she thought to herself 
now, as she hurried through the park. One of the 
professors had arranged for her to visit various 
institutions -- a prison, a criminal court, and a 
rehabilitation farm for heroin addicts. The other 
professor, a Mr. Jorgensen, had stressed the importance 
of personal observation, urging her to begin Danish 
language classes at once and reminding her to keep a 
detached scientific attitude at all times.

Detached scientific attitude... this seemed to Jill to 
be the most useful bit of advice she'd received in a 
long time. Last night she had let her personal emotions 
overcome her, and she must guard against letting such a 
thing happen again.

After the meetings, she'd gone to the library to obtain 
a card and check out several heavy volumes on sample 
law cases, historical precedents, and modern reforms. 
Then, still fired up with energetic good intentions, 
she'd bought material to sew curtains so that the 
lights of the city would provide her with no excuse for 
any future cases of insomnia.

Jill had purchased a lot of household goods as well, 
cleaning products and food. This was the first time the 
auburn-haired student had had an opportunity to live in 
a flat of her own, and she was pleased by the privacy 
and independence this afforded her. The fact that it 
might be lonely living all by herself occurred to her, 
but she swept the thought from her mind. All the more 
time to study, she reminded herself.

Preoccupied with her own thoughts, Jill had been almost 
oblivious to the beauty of the park and the other 
people out strolling or sunbathing in the warm late-
afternoon sun. Suddenly, however, something caught her 
eye and so shocked the naive young girl that she 
stopped dead in her tracks to stare in disbelief. 

Three young girls were lying on a sunny patch of grass 
not more than three yards from the path, and they were 
naked! Well, not completely naked, for tiny bikini 
panties did partially cover their full round 
buttocks... but nothing at all hid their youthful sun-
bronzed breasts. 

It was absolutely incredible! And perhaps the most 
amazing thing of all was that none of the other people 
in the park seemed to notice anything out of the 
ordinary about these girls, as though it were perfectly 
acceptable to lie half-naked in a public place in full 
view of men, women and children!

Regaining her composure at last, Jill forced herself to 
walk on, although she could not refrain from glancing 
back over her shoulder to make certain that her eyes 
hadn't been playing tricks on her. One of the teenagers 
had stood up and was languidly stretching her arms up 
in the air, her ripe young breasts, with their rose-
tipped nipples, fully visible to everyone in the park 
as she did so. 

Good Cod! The embarrassed American thought. She doesn't 
care who sees her like that! Much to her discomfort, 
she felt the first twinges of lewd titillation in her 
belly as she speculated on how it would feel to stand 
among the trees with a little breeze wafting over her 
own freely uplifted naked breasts.

Detached scientific attitude! Jill sternly reminded 
herself. And, with that comforting axiom ringing in her 
ears, she quickened her pace and left the Kongens Have 
as fast as she could without once glancing to the right 
or the left of the gravel path.

By the time she reached the narrow cobblestone street 
and climbed the five flights of steep stairs, the 
slender young graduate student's arms were aching and 
her feet felt hot and swollen from the unaccustomed 
amount of exercise. She was grateful to be home, to be 
able to rest and relax. But, strangely enough, after 
five minutes, the silence in the little flat began to 
feel oppressive. 

Jill had always before come home to a roommate or her 
parents, to someone with whom she could talk about the 
day's events and share a meal before settling down to 
her books. Now, although she refused to acknowledge it 
to herself, she felt lonely and almost homesick. It was 
exciting being here in Denmark, of course, but it was 
also very confusing, for the people here didn't seem to 
believe in the things that she'd been taught all her 
life. It would be easier if she had someone to talk to. 
Why hadn't she heard from Erik?

For a few minutes the shapely redhead slumped on the 
one chair in the tiny room, tears of self-pity brimming 
in her green eyes. Then a determined expression 
hardened her lovely face and she jumped to her feet. 
How could she possibly have heard from Erik when there 
was no telephone in the flat? And what did it matter 
anyway? She had so many things to do that she wouldn't 
have had time to be with him even if he did come by. 

Quickly, she began unwrapping her purchases, putting 
things away and making herself a cheese omelet and a 
fresh salad. After she had eaten, it was still only 
seven o'clock, so she washed the dishes and scrubbed 
all the cupboards in the kitchen. Then, as the church 
bells rang out eight o'clock, she began to cut out the 
bright red patterned material she'd bought to make 
curtains.

There was no traffic on the side street beneath Jill's 
apartment, and only the occasional sounds of 
pedestrians and the church bells broke the silence. The 
stillness seemed unnatural. Tomorrow I'll buy a 
secondhand radio, Jill promised herself as she began to 
sew the hem of the first curtain. Then a sudden loud 
banging on the door of the flat so startled the nervous 
young girl that she spilled pins and needles all over 
the floor as she leapt to her feet.

It must be Erik! she thought, surprising herself by the 
intensity of her joyful relief. She knew she shouldn't 
want to see him after the terrible thing he'd done in 
giving her that obscene battery-powered vibrator, but 
he probably hadn't thought anything of it. In a country 
where people could lie around half-naked in public, it 
was impossible to know what was going on- in anyone's 
mind. And d had been so very kind to her, finding her 
this flat and all...

Jill pulled open the front door, a welcoming smile on 
her pretty face. But it wasn't Erik after all -- it was 
a total stranger, a long-haired, very thin young man 
dressed in purple velvet pants and an exotically 
embroidered Moroccan shirt. His face was handsome 
enough, but there was a strange look in his brown eyes.

"Hi," he said in English, but with a slight accent. "I 
heard noises in here and thought Pout and Helle had 
come back from the country. Who are you?" His dark eyes 
ran insolently over her body, and Jill found herself 
wishing that she'd changed into something other than 
these tight jeans and shrunken T-shirt.

"I-I'm Jill Duncan," she stammered. "I just moved in 
yesterday. I think the people who lived here before are 
staying in the country."

"Oh yeah?" he said, his gaze never leaving the 
straining mounds of her breasts. "Yeah, they said they 
might do that. Well, I'm Dizzy, I live down the hall. 
Ya wanna come over and meet us?"

Jill hesitated, not quite knowing how to reply. There 
was something about him that made her feel uneasy, and, 
even though she had had absolutely no experience with 
drugs, she immediately suspected that he was high on 
something.

"We just got hold of some out-of-sight shit," he added 
persuasively.

So, her guess had been right! "Shit" was obviously some 
sort of illegal narcotic. The innocent law student's 
first impulse was to slam the door in his face, but 
then she thought better of it. Here, after all, was the 
perfect opportunity to personally investigate the 
attitudes of an alternative lifestyle. 

What was it that Professor Jorgensen had said this 
morning? Something about the fact that drug crimes are 
preventable only when the mass of humanity understands 
the underlying causes for their use -- well, what 
better way to understand their use than through 
personal observation?

Jill forced a smile. "Sure, Dizzy, I'd like to meet 
your friends."

Dizzy's flat was the same shape and size as the 
redhead's own apartment, but the similarity ended 
there. There was a great clutter of brightly colored 
objects covering every inch of the small room. Posters 
lined the walls and ceiling, some of the same ones that 
Jill had seen in the sex shop. Numerous record albums 
were scattered on the uncarpeted floor, and the stereo 
was blaring out rock music at full volume. 

A strange mixture of odors filled the stuffy air, 
smoke, incense, and a smell that the young law student 
couldn't quite identify. Although it was still light 
out on the street below, the windows were covered with 
exotic Indian cloth so that it was completely dark 
inside, except for two homemade candles burning on a 
low table. Around the table, slumped on foam rubber 
mattresses, lay three bodies.

"Sit down, if you want," Dizzy said, gesturing vaguely 
toward one of the mats and then turning to address one 
of the reclining bodies. "Did ya bring the stuff, 
Amed?"

Jill gingerly lowered herself onto the low mattress, 
feeling more uneasy than ever. She knew that she must 
not let her own emotional reactions interfere with her 
objective observation, but it was impossible to ignore 
the odd aura of sinister enchantment that this room 
exuded. The bewildered young redhead had a sudden 
instinctive feeling that, if she were to fall asleep in 
this place, she'd awake in some other world, where the 
atmosphere imposed a kind of bizarre stupefication.

"Do I not always bring the hashish when I say I do?" 
Amed replied to Dizzy's question in a heavily accented 
voice. Jill thought that he was probably not Danish, 
for his accent was different, and his swarthy, dark-
haired appearance was not at all Scandinavian.

"Yeah, man, but you don't always bring it for the price 
you said you would," Dizzy countered. "It's still seven 
a gram?"

Amed answered in some language Jill didn't understand, 
something similar to Danish that she supposed must be 
German. They haggled about the price for several 
moments, and then Dizzy brought out a little postage 
scale and weighed a large slab of dark brown colored 
stuff. At last money changed hands, and Dizzy began to 
grind up a little piece of the "shit," blend it with 
crushed tobacco from a mangled cigarette and stuff the 
mixture into a little clay pipe.

Jill squirmed nervously on the foam rubber mat, trying 
to think of a graceful way to leave immediately. She'd 
never smoked dope before, and she didn't want to start 
smoking it now. Yet she knew that no one in the room 
would understand her conservative point of view.

The two bodies on the other side of the low table 
slowly rose to a sitting position as Dizzy lit the 
small pipe. In the dim light the uneasy American girl 
couldn't quite make out whether or not they were male 
or female, as both had hair as long as her own. Then 
one of the figures stood up and started to move 
somewhat unsteadily in the direction of the kitchen. A 
sheer Indian-cotton robe immediately marked her as a 
girl with a very thin body but well-rounded breasts.

Dizzy handed the little clay pipe to Amed, who sucked 
the heavy smoke deep into his lungs while Jill watched 
curiously. She half-expected him to immediately start 
babbling like an insane person, or perhaps keel over in 
a dead faint, but all he actually did was stare at her 
in a way that made her hastily shift her glance away.

Amed passed the pipe to the man seated on the opposite 
mat, who inhaled deeply and then stood up to hand the 
ceramic object to Jill.

"No thanks, I don't smoke," she said somewhat 
defensively.

"Why not?" the tall handsome youth asked, sounding just 
as amazed as if she'd told him that she didn't breathe.

"Because it's against the law, for one thing..." Jill 
began.

"Oh, you don't have to be paranoid here," he laughed. 
"Smoking isn't illegal - only selling."

"Sure, Tommy's right, he oughta know, he did time in 
England," Dizzy said, moving over to sit uncomfortably 
close to her on the mattress. "Here, do it like this."

Jill hesitated, not quite knowing what she ought to do. 
If it really was legal, then she ought to try it so 
that she would understand the effects of this popular 
narcotic. Besides, it seemed so much easier to accept 
the pipe than to attempt to argue with these strange 
people. 

She'd just take in a little smoke, not enough to make 
her really high, but just so that she could test the 
general effect. Taking hold of the clay pipe between 
stiff, awkward fingers, she inhaled the pungent smoke 
as Dizzy had demonstrated. It felt hot and rough on her 
throat, and immediately the young redhead began to 
cough.

"Come on, try it again. Take it easy -- inhale a little 
smoke and hold it down as long as you can," the long-
haired "hippie" advised.

Jill tried it once more, and this time was able to 
control her coughing. Much to her relief, she felt no 
reaction at all from the strange smelling smoke, and 
the blonde student decided that now that she'd 
satisfied her scientific curiosity, she'd leave at the 
first possible opportunity.

The thin girl with the large breasts came in from the 
kitchen carrying a pot of tea and an assortment of 
chipped cups. As she moved across the room, every 
detail of her slim adolescent body was outlined through 
the gauzy robe she wore, and the young American student 
wondered how she could act so unselfconscious when she 
was as good as naked in a room full of people.

"That's Lisa," Dizzy said to Jill. "And that's Tommy, 
he's from London. And over there's Amed -- he's from 
Algeria. Lisa and me are from Copenhagen."

Jill stared at him, unable to think of any reply. The 
pipe had made the round of the table, and Dizzy was 
again handing it to her. Well, why not, the naive 
redhead thought, since it doesn't affect me anyway. She 
took a deep drag on the hashish-filled pipe, at the 
same time drawing a few inches away from Dizzy.

For several minutes there was no sound in the dim room 
except the urgent rhythm of the stereo and the 
scratching of matches as the pipe was re-lit. Jill 
wondered if she ought to try to talk to someone, but 
she really couldn't think of a thing to say. It was 
very strange, yet, in a way, the silence seemed 
peaceful and quite natural. 

The room no longer appeared shabby, either; as the 
garish colors softened and blended before her eyes and 
the flickering candlelight cast mysterious shadows, the 
atmosphere began to seem sensuous and exciting. It 
reminded her more than anything else of the 
illustrations in the Arabian Nights book she'd read as 
a child.

Yet, in spite of the soothing atmosphere, the shapely 
redhead found it hard to really relax. She squirmed her 
buttocks against the foam mattress as unobtrusively as 
possible, searching in vain for a position that would 
relieve the straining pressure of her tight jeans 
against her sensitive pussy. The more she twisted and 
turned, the more embarrassing the throbbing sensation 
between her legs became. Her whole vagina felt as 
though it were pulsating in time to the strong beat of 
the rock album."More tea?" asked Lisa, breaking the 
silence and interrupting Jill's squirming motions.

"Yes, thank you, it's very good," Jill answered. It was 
difficult to form the words, and her voice sounded as 
though she were standing in a deep valley listening to 
the echo of her words bounce back from distant 
mountains. Oh God, she must be more deeply affected by 
the dope than she'd ever intended.

"I put some of the new shit in it," Lisa said. Her 
large dark eyes turned away from Jill to stare with 
drugged intensity at Tommy, who slouched on the 
mattress opposite the confused American girl. "Tommy 
likes it that way -- he says he get off eating it even 
more than on smoking it."

"Yeah, and you know what else I like, don't you, Lisa?" 
Tommy drawled, eyeing his teenaged girl friend With 
lewd expectation.

"No Tommy, what?" Lisa breathed, moving closer to the 
handsome youth and running one hand through his long 
dark hair.

"I like you to suck my cock," he answered, his loud 
vulgar words bringing an involuntary gasp to Jill's 
lips. Then he pulled Lisa's transparent oriental 
garment from her slender shoulders to reveal her large, 
ivory-skinned breasts.

Lisa moaned softly as she raised herself to her knees 
and tugged the robe down over her slim youthful hips 
and shapely legs. Then, clad only in a diminutive pair 
of red nylon bikini panties. she began to unbuckle her 
boy friend's wide leather belt and unzip his fly.

Jill's green eyes bulged in her head as she observed 
the incredible things the young Danish girl was doing. 
For a few moments, the redheaded student was unaware of 
the shameful feeling growing in her stimulated pussy, 
unaware even of Dizzy inching nearer and nearer toward 
her on the mattress. God, it can't be true! How can 
Lisa strip off her clothes in front of other people 
like that? Was she actually going to take his penis in 
her mouth like the girl in the pornographic magazine? 

The drug-dazed young law student held her breath as she 
watched the dark-haired Danish girl slip her small 
white hand into her boy friend's open fly to caress his 
visibly throbbing penis which had sprung out from his 
retraining shorts. Once again, Jill became aware of the 
warm tingling pressure down between her legs, and, 
although she tried her best to suppress it, the 
sensations were steadily growing more and more intense.

I've got to leave before they do something terrible, 
Jill told herself. These people are sick... and, if I 
stay here and watch, I'm as sick as they are! But, even 
as the words echoed through her drug-dazed mind, the 
young auburn-haired girl realized with horror that the 
same frozen inertia that had affected her last night 
was once more overpowering her better instincts. Some 
evil, perverted part of herself wanted to see the 
salacious spectacle of Lisa sucking Tommy's lust-
hardened cock, and she found it impossible to tear her 
eyes away from the couple, much less stand up to leave.

Now the slender young Danish girl was slowly tugging 
her boy friend's jeans down his long legs. She tossed 
the garment onto the floor and then bent down over his 
naked loins to once again caress the huge, obscenely 
erect penis, which stood straight up from his hair-
covered pubic mound.

Jill stared in horrified wonder at the thick pole of 
flesh jutting from the dark-haired young man's body. In 
her drugged state, it seemed even bigger than the 
penises she'd seen in the Color Climax magazine last 
night, and she couldn't imagine how the slightly built 
Lisa could ever expect to take that rigid rod of flesh 
into her tiny mouth.

Lisa, too, was staring at Tommy's thickly distended 
penis, but her expression was one of delighted 
anticipation. She continued to caress his huge 
pulsating hardness with her small white hand, low 
crooning sounds of animal pleasure emerging from her 
throat as she felt it jerk and throb beneath her 
coaxing fingers. 

She loved to suck his penis, and she loved it all the 
more when there were other people there to witness her 
debasement and slave-like subjugation. Even without 
turning her head, she knew that three pairs of eyes 
were staring intently at her every wanton move, and 
this knowledge sent a wave of masochistic excitement 
reverberating through her almost-naked young loins and 
raised goose bumps on her cream-white flesh.

"Ahhhhh, Tommy groaned. "Come on, Lisa, get down on me. 
Suck me good!"

The teenage brunette shifted her slender body so that 
she was kneeling between her boy friend's widespread 
legs, then dipped her head down toward his long erect 
penis. Her dark curling hair brushed tantalizingly 
against his belly and upper thighs as her little pink 
tongue darted out to lick the small pearl of moisture 
from the glans of his stiffened penis, and to swirl in 
quick wet circles around the angry red exposed 
cockhead.

"Yeeeeaaaaahhhh," he groaned, leaning his head back 
against the mattress as his whole body shivered in 
ecstatic expectation. "Yeah, suck my cock, you hot 
little bitch!"

More aroused than ever by his lewd words, the young 
Scandinavian girl began to lick over the entire length 
of his smooth, pungent tasting cock. The distinctive 
male odor rising from his exposed loins filled her with 
lewd abandoned delight, and she sank her pretty face 
even deeper between his thighs to gently mouth the 
lust-bloated sac of his testicles.

Just a few feet away, Jill sat as if hypnotized, her 
eyes riveted on the obscene exhibition going on in 
front of her. The young student was so absorbed by the 
titillating spectacle of actually seeing a woman 
sucking a man's cock that she was unaware of her 
compulsive squirming against the sitting mat, and when 
Dizzy -- who, in spite of the dope he'd smoked, was 
shrewdly observing the voluptuous American girl beside 
him -- handed her another pipe filled with hashish, she 
mindlessly drew the thick smoke deep into her lungs.

I have to get out of here, have to leave now, a faint 
echo of her earlier resolutions intoned within her 
mind, but the words had no meaning and Jill paid no 
heed to the warning. She felt as though she were 
dreaming, no longer in control of her own actions. Even 
if she got up and tried to run away, the curvaceous 
redhead knew she'd just find herself running in place 
and never getting away from the sight of Lisa's wet 
pink tongue swirling over Tommy's huge rod of flesh. 
Everything seemed vaguely unreal, yet, simultaneously, 
more vivid than ever. She felt as though she were Lisa, 
as though Tommy's lewd glistening penis was pulsating 
hotly against her own tongue.

Dizzy shot a quick glance at the confused young woman 
beside him. Cod, she's getting hot! he thought. He 
could see small beads of perspiration forming on her 
pale forehead and noticed that her rounded ass-cheeks 
were grinding more and more urgently down against the 
mattress. Probably its the first time she's ever 
watched something like this, he decided, a sly 
lecherous smile playing at the corners of his mouth. 
He, himself, was accustomed to Tommy and Lisa's total 
lack of inhibition, and, in fact, he often joined in 
this sort of action himself. 

But not today -- today he was going to fuck this 
delectable piece of American ass, fuck her like she'd 
never been fucked before. Even though she was still 
acting uptight and shying away from him every time he 
inched closer, Dizzy was sure that a few more pipes of 
the powerful hashish, combined with the lascivious 
scene taking place on the opposite side of the low 
table would soon get her interested in the kind of 
activity that Danes like him specialized in.

"Yeah, baby, fuck me with your hot little mouth!" Tommy 
gasped, raising his head up to stare at the lewd sight 
of his girl friend's nakedly swaying breasts and her 
lust-contorted young face. Tommy knew that Lisa loved 
performing sexually in front of other people, and he 
also got an extra kick from being observed while 
sticking his rigid cock up into her warm sucking mouth. 

Shit, already his balls were aching so bad he thought 
he was going to cum any second! A blissful moan escaped 
from Lisa's wetly ovalled lips as she sank her saliva-
filled mouth down on the young Englishman's swollen 
penis. Hungrily, she sucked at the stiffened length of 
his cock, drawing it in as deep as it would go till her 
whole throat was stuffed with hard male flesh. 

She ran her tongue teasingly around the warm-bloated 
glans, delighting in the way she could make his body 
jerk and moan beneath her. With an eager twist of her 
slim youthful hips, she moved so that her madly 
throbbing pussy could rub against his tensed thigh. 
God, how she loved to suck his warm-pulsing penis!

As Jill watched Lisa's small hungry mouth close over 
the blood-swollen length of Tommy's angry red penis, an 
involuntary gasp of disbelief escaped from between her 
drug-numbed lips. Everything was just too obscene to be 
true, and, although she recognized with part of her 
brain that it was really happening, another part of her 
mind simply refused to accept the evidence of her eyes. 
I'm just imagining this, she half-convinced herself. 
It's only because of the hashish and those books I saw 
last night. It's a hallucination -- it has to be!

Dizzy heard Jill's low gasp and decided that the time 
was ripe to make a move. Reaching toward her, he began 
to caress her T-shirt covered shoulders with slow, 
massaging strokes.

At the unexpected touch, Jill's overly-sensitive body 
jerked away, the full realization of just what she was 
doing hitting her at last. She was watching two corrupt 
drug addicts perform a forbidden act of depraved sex, 
and she was allowing her own body to be touched by a 
complete stranger! Another gasp -- this time of horror 
- rose in her throat, and she struggled to rise to her 
feet only to flop unsteadily back against the mattress 
as her drugged young body refused to coordinate with 
the faint commands of her brain.

Dizzy, realizing he'd acted too fast hastily reached 
for the little pipe and held it out to the wild-eyed 
redhead.

"Here, baby, take another toke," he offered, lighting 
it for her and watching with satisfaction as she 
unconsciously sucked in the mind-distorting fumes. He'd 
made this last pipe extra strong, and he was positive 
that it wouldn't be long now before she'd be falling 
all over him. The handsome hippie felt his expectant 
cock throb eagerly against his tight purple bell-
bottoms as he imagined how her ripe young body would 
look after he'd pulled off her clothes. Maybe she'd 
even have red pussy hair around her little pink cunt!

The last inhalation of hashish so deadened Jill's mind 
that her normally clear set of convictions melted into 
a confused medley of erotic sensation. Suddenly, Lisa 
and Tommy seemed to be acting out some age-old ritual 
with motions as graceful and stylized as those of 
ballet dancers, and their animalistic moans and the 
soft sounds of naked flesh slapping against naked flesh 
seemed to be a sensuous background orchestration. 

Relaxing at last, the drugged young woman let her body 
sink back so that the edge of the foam mattress pressed 
directly against her heatedly throbbing pussy once 
more. Everything was taking place within a rainbow-hued 
cloud, and everything was beautiful and natural.

On the opposite mattress, Lisa continued to suck 
Tommy's hard pulsating cock deep into her tightly 
stretched mouth. The slender teenager's lips were 
painfully strained, but she was glad for the subtle 
drawn out agony which only served to heighten her 
obscene arousal. Grinding her eagerly quivering vagina 
against her boy friend's tautly muscled thigh, she 
began to tease his pulsating penis by nipping gently up 
and down the entire length of his blood-engorged shaft.

Goddamn... you hot little whore... you suck my cock 
sooo gooooood," groaned Tommy, driven almost out of his 
mind by the shuddering waves of pleasure that shot 
through his body as Lisa's sharp little teeth sank into 
his aching throbbing penis. "Like that! Bite me! Suck 
me HARD!"

Obediently the excited Scandinavian girl pressed her 
red ovalled lips as hard as she could against the huge 
,rod of male flesh plunging up into her mouth. Her 
tongue felt the urgent pulsing of the swollen veins on 
the underside of his excitedly thrusting penis, and she 
knew his orgasm was only seconds away. Almost 
frantically then, she undulated her hot little cunt 
against his hairy leg as she strove to cum with him.

Tommy was suddenly aware of the feel of Lisa's damp, 
hair-fringed pussy scraping against the naked flesh of 
his thigh and the wanton obscenity of her action 
aroused his passion to the fever-point. Animalistic 
groans spewed from between his tight-clenched teeth as 
he roughly grasped her soft dark hair and pushed her 
face still deeper between his loins until he could feel 
her soft trembling lips pressing against the very base 
of his excited cock.

Lisa sucked furiously on the long thick penis fucking 
with fast brutal strokes up into her straining mouth. 
Hot flames of lust rose from her moisture-drenched 
pussy, and, with each passing second, the heated waves 
of depraved desire grew more and more intense. Then 
with an inhuman gurgle of blissful anguish, she grasped 
his sperm-bloated balls with one hand and 
simultaneously stuck her middle finger up into his 
puckering anus.

"AAAAAAARRRRGGGG!" The guttural cry rose from deep in 
Tommy's throat as he felt the first spurt of hot thick 
cum shoot from his aching testicles and begin its 
headlong rush along the length of his wildly jerking 
cock. An instant later, the lust-heated liquid gushed 
deep into the Danish girl's madly sucking mouth? and 
every muscle and nerve in his orgasming young body 
exploded as wave after wave of the mind-shattering 
climax swept over him.

"Shiiiit... I'm cuummmiiinnnggg... CUUUMMMIIINGG!" he 
groaned, the drug-intensified climax seemed to go on 
forever.

"Ooooohhhh! Yes! Yes! Oooohhhhhh!" Lisa's frenzied 
wails echoed her boy friend's, as uncontrollable 
searing sensations shot through her violently quivering 
young body. She continued to suck with mindless passion 
at Tommy's huge jerking penis, trying to swallow every 
last drop of his hot, acrid-tasting sperm. 

Not until the last bittersweet waves of sensation had 
abated in her trembling loins did the exhausted 
teenager let the now-deflated penis slowly slip from 
her cum-smeared lips. Then she fell forward onto his 
sweat-slickened body, and the only sounds in the smoke-
filled room were the rasps of heavy breathing from the 
sated couple and the three highly aroused spectators.

The sudden silence brought Jill to her senses. Her body 
was trembling in sympathetic arousal, and she could 
hear her own breath coming almost as fast as the 
obscenely entwined couple panting on the opposite 
mattress. The young redhead felt numb and lightheaded, 
and, even the shock that the incredible salacious 
spectacle evoked in her was dimmed by her drug-hazed 
disorientation. With her eyes still glued to the lewd 
sight of the naked, cum-streaked couple only a few feet 
away from her, she struggled to clear her mind of the 
cobwebs of hashish.

Then, as she gaped at Lisa and Tommy's still quivering 
flesh, the bewildered American girl found that her 
hypnotic trance was lifting. Suddenly, she was aware of 
where she was, of what she was doing. The horrifying 
reality struck her brain like a knife piercing through 
butter, and her whole body recoiled in repulsion as she 
was forced to recognize that, once again, she'd 
succumbed to her weak, base instincts. Not only had she 
watched the lewd, immoral spectacle, but she'd allowed 
her own body to be stimulated by the forbidden sight. 
She was sick, sinful... she must get out of this room 
right now and try to regain her sanity.

The tormented young woman forced herself to her feet. 
Struggling to focus her eyes on the door, which seemed 
to be at least ten miles away -- she impelled her 
reluctant limbs forward. I have to get away from this 
corruption, get back to my normal self, she told 
herself. But, even as she attempted to rise, Jill felt 
her knees buckle weakly beneath her. Half sobbing with 
despair, the voluptuous young student felt her body 
slouch back down against Dizzy's strongly muscled 
loins.

"Nooooooo," she moaned weakly, as he ran his hands over 
her benumbed body.

And then, before she could connect her thoughts enough 
to protest, he was leading her out of the room? down 
the corridor, and into her own apartment. Too dazed to 
be fully aware of what she was doing, she let the 
lasciviously grinning hippie place her limp body on her 
own bed and then pull off her tight-fitting jeans and 
T-shirt. At last she blanked out completely. There was 
a buzzing hum in her ears and a black cloud blocking 
her vision -- and then she fell into merciful 
unconsciousness.


Chapter 4


A few minutes later, the chiming of church bells 
outside in the warm summer night and a crash of glass 
followed by a curse from the kitchen echoed in Jill's 
befogged brain as she struggled to regain some 
semblance of consciousness. The drugged young graduate 
student moaned softly, not quite able to comprehend 
where she was. Part of her mind told her that she was 
in her parent's white frame New England home, lying on 
the narrow patchwork-quilt-covered bed in her own 
bedroom, but another section of her brain warned that 
this couldn't be true. If she were safe at home, she 
wouldn't be hearing those strange sounds, and her head 
wouldn't feel so thick and fuzzy.

The confused young redhead forced her heavy eyelids 
open and stared in astonishment at her own naked body, 
which was sprawled in lewd abandon upon the bed. Next 
she focused her eyes on an exotically-clad young man 
who was standing just outside the kitchen doorway 
pouring a glass of whiskey. What was that stranger 
doing in her room... and what had happened to her 
clothes?

Staring in disbelief, Jill moaned and turned her head 
away. Disturbing memories were gradually crowding into 
her mind, and she began to feel afraid as she realized 
how powerful the effects of the hashish had been. She 
knew that she was totally vulnerable now, unable to 
defend herself against the long-haired hippie who was 
leaning against the kitchen wall and leering at her. 
Clenching her eyes tightly shut in a futile attempt to 
shut out the reality of her situation, the trembling 
American girl found that depraved pictures were 
imprinted on her eyelids. There was no escape!

"Nooooo!" she murmured in horror as scenes of Lisa's 
glistening pink lips clasping Tommy's long pulsing 
penis flashed relentlessly before her eyes. She 
imagined she could feel streams of thick white sperm 
running down her own throat and over her chin, and an 
unwanted tingling sensation began once more in her 
traitorous vagina. "Noooooo!" she moaned again, more 
loudly this time.

"You want some whiskey?" Dizzy asked, as he saw the 
curvaceous redhead coming to life. Goddamn, she was 
built better than anything he'd ever seen in his life. 
He couldn't wait to duck this sexy American bitch. He 
should have ducked her a couple of minutes ago when she 
was out of it, but he wanted her to know she was being 
Sucked... and by him!

Jill kept her head buried in the pillow, refusing to 
acknowledge his presence by answering his question. 
Somehow it seemed that, if she ignored him, he would 
vanish, that it was all a terrible nightmare that she 
could shut off by will power.

"I said, do you wanna drink?" Dizzy repeated, the 
alcohol combined with the mind-distorting dope making 
him feel unusually aggressive. What the Suck was the 
matter with the stupid bitch anyway? Did she think she 
was better than he was or something? The dark-haired 
young man approached the bed and stared down at her 
voluptuous naked body below him, a menacing expression 
crossing his lewdly leering eyes.

"Noooooo," Jill moaned. It seemed to be the only thing 
she could say, and, though she wanted to tell him to 
leave, her mouth couldn't form the words.

"Yeah, you do!" Dizzy spat down at her. Grasping her 
long red curls with one hand, he roughly yanked her 
face around so that she was forced to look at him. She 
stared up at him with widened eyes, a little cry of 
pain escaping from between her lips as he cruelly 
tugged on her soft hair, and her helpless terror 
incited the drug-crazed youth more than ever.

Jill's eyes remained glued to the frightened face 
leering down at her. There was something almost inhuman 
about his steel-eyed expression that warned her that he 
was too far gone to reason with, even if her numb lips 
could have managed to shape the words. With a snarling 
laugh, Dizzy forced the glass of whiskey to her mouth. 
The naked redhead shook her head in mute protest and 
clenched her teeth tightly together, for she was afraid 
that the alcohol would totally destroy her already 
muddled brain.

"Goddamn it, I said have a drink before I fuck you," 
Dizzy raged, then pinched her nose tightly shut so that 
she was compelled to open her mouth to gasp for air. 
The minute her lips parted, the angry young man poured 
straight Scotch down her throat.

Jill swallowed and gagged at the taste of the burning 
liquid. His lewd words had confirmed her worst 
suspicions. "Before I Duck you"... the terrible words 
rang in her ears as the searing whiskey warmed her 
stomach. "Noooooo," she wailed again, more frantically 
this time. "NOOOOOOOO!"

"What's the matter? You think I'm not good enough for 
your goddamned pussy?" Dizzy sneered. He began to pull 
off his velvet trousers and Moroccan shirt, the alcohol 
coursing through his bloodstream feeding his lust and 
anger. "You stupid American cunt! I know you're as hot 
as I am! And you're gonna see how a real man fucks!"

The intoxicated redhead stared at the long thick penis 
that sprang rigidly out from his hair-covered loins. 
This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't! She 
closed her eyes, suddenly feeling completely 
disoriented from the combination of alcohol and hash. 
Then, as the sex-crazed young man's hands cruelly 
grasped at the full sensitive mounds of her naked 
breasts, she realized with dreadful certainty that this 
horror-filled vision was not a dream. 

This wild-eyed stranger was about to rape her, to tear 
away her precious virginity that she'd preserved all 
these years for someone worthy of her trust. A sudden 
vision of Jeff, her college boy friend, ran through her 
distorted brain. It would have been far better if she'd 
allowed him to deflower her then, almost anyone, in 
fact, rather than this maniac hovering above her now.

Adrenaline shot through Jill Duncan's loins, and she 
shoved his hands from her quivering breasts with a 
strength that surprised her.

"Get away, get away from me! Don't touch me!" she 
choked out, trying to scramble off the bed.

Her resistance infuriated the lust-inflamed youth. All 
remaining traces of reason fled from his mind, and the 
only reality he was aware of was the burning ache in 
his erectly throbbing penis.

"Get back over here, goddamn it!" he yelled at the 
cringing redhead, then brutally flung his thin yet 
powerful body down to pin her nakedly to the bed. Jill 
gasped weakly as the impact of his weight knocked the 
wind from her chest, and in this confusing instant 
Dizzy was able to position himself between the 
terrified girl's long shapely legs. Grasping at the 
soft resilient flesh of her inner thighs, he roughly 
yanked them apart to kneel between them and then leered 
down at her fear-glazed eyes in triumph.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you," he hissed down at the 
innocent naked girl beneath him. "Gonna fuck you till 
you're screaming for more!"

His lewd words seemed to etch themselves across Jill's 
drug-clouded brain. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Over and over 
again the red letters of this vile word flashed before 
her tightly closed eyelids until the frightened young 
law student thought that she was losing her mind. I 
have to pull myself together... I have to stop him now, 
she mentally cried, forcing her eyes open in order to 
dispel the unwanted hallucination. But when she saw his 
naked male flesh towering above her and noted the 
animalistic lust upon Dizzy's flushed face, she felt 
more helpless and incapable of action than ever before 
in her life.

"You... you can't!" the virginal young girl managed to 
choke out from between parched lips. "Please! No one 
ever did this to me before!"

"Don't give me that bullshit, baby," the long-haired 
youth hissed down at her. "You really think I believe 
that kind of crap?" Her unwilling attitude was really 
beginning to irritate him now, was this some kind of 
game American girls played or something? His long thick 
cock was lurching painfully against the girl's smooth-
skinned thigh, and he didn't want to lie around talking 
about it, he wanted to Suck her right this instant. If 
she didn't like it now, well, he'd make her like it 
before he was through with her!

Ignoring Jill's continuous moans of anguish, the eager 
young man lowered his head to the full mounds of her 
large white breasts. They were perfectly shaped, and 
their satin-smooth flesh quivered beneath his hungry 
mouth as he ran his tongue around one little pink 
nipple and then squeezed it hard between his lips. He 
felt her body jerk slightly, and a ripple of triumphant 
glee ran through his desire-wracked body. He was going 
to turn this little bitch on if it killed him!

The shock of feeling Dizzy's warm moist lips sucking on 
her naked breast sent a strange shivering tingle 
through Jill's sensually aroused body. For a few 
moments all fears and thoughts of resistance vanished, 
smothered by the exquisite sensations shooting from her 
breasts down to her wide-stretched thighs. Then her 
mind once again cleared, and the drug-confused virgin 
knew what she was doing. She was allowing a total 
stranger to abase her body -- she was acting like a 
vile, sinful whore!

"Stop!" she gasped, her own voice sounding as if it 
were coming from a long way off. "Don't do it to me! 
Please stop!"

But even as she spoke, Dizzy's fingers were running 
over her fearfully trembling belly, moving down over 
the hair-fringed slit of her vagina which was already 
damp and sensitive from the unwanted arousal she had 
felt watching the lewd spectacle of oral intercourse in 
Dizzy's room. Oh God! The tormented young student knew 
she couldn't allow this to happen, couldn't allow this 
man to wantonly rape her, but his mouth and hands felt 
so wonderful -- even better than the dildo had last 
night -- and she didn't know how she could gather the 
strength to stop him.

"Noooooo," Jill sighed weakly, attempting to draw her 
long legs together.

"You quit saying 'no' or I'm gonna make you quit it!" 
the youth warned, obviously enjoying the feeling of 
power he had over the helpless young girl beneath him. 
"No, you mustn't... you... AHHHHHHHH!" Jill's tremulous 
resistance changed to a wail of anguish as Dizzy's 
teeth sank into the soft flesh surrounding her erect 
nipple. At first she thought that she would faint from 
the searing pain, but much to her surprise it faded to 
an exquisite agony. 

Suddenly the auburn-haired virgin felt herself sinking 
into a state where all resolutions, all guilt, 
everything but her compelling physical arousal ceased 
to exist. One last clear thought flashed through her 
mind as the dark-haired young man's finger located her 
ultra-sensitive clitoris and began to rub around it in 
teasing circular strokes: I know it's wrong, but I don 
't care anymore! I'm alone in this strange country and 
no one will know what I do except me, and, God help me, 
I want to learn what this powerful feeling is all 
about.

The Danish hippie felt the American girl's voluptuous 
body gradually relaxing beneath his fingers and 
hungrily sucking mouth, and he realized that he'd 
conquered her at last. His aggression began to vanish 
as he felt Jill's aroused little pussy quiver eagerly 
at his touch; now he concentrated on fucking this 
curvaceous young female and making her love every 
minute of it. 

For a few minutes more he continued to nibble and tease 
at her satin-smooth breasts and to caress her moistly 
throbbing vagina with his outstretched middle finger. 
Each time she moaned and jerked in helpless arousal 
beneath him, he felt himself growing increasingly 
strong and masculine. This was the way he'd wanted it 
to be, the way it ought to be. Jesus Christ! He wanted 
to spend the rest of his life all ducked up on good 
dope and screwing a fantastic woman like this- one who 
writhed and gasped underneath him now.

"You love it, you sweet little bitch," he whispered 
into her ear. Soft tendrils of her flame-colored curls 
teased at his face, arousing him more than ever. "Tell 
me you want it! Tell me what you want me to do to you!"

"Ahhhhh... ooohhhhh..." Jill mewled helplessly, not 
really comprehending his words. Part of her mind was 
still fairly clear, and it was telling her that she was 
about to do something she would regret the rest of her 
life. But somehow this only served to excite her 
traitorous body more than ever. I'm perverted and evil, 
the helplessly writhing young redhead thought to 
herself. I'm a whore, I'm going to let a stranger duck 
me, and I know I'm going to love it!

It was as if years of frustrated impulses had surfaced 
in the passion-incensed young girl's body. The lewd 
word "fuck" and the depraved impression of how she must 
look lying there naked on the bed beneath this man fed 
her distorted passion until she was almost insane with 
an animal desire to feel his thick cock pulsating deep 
inside of her quivering vagina. It didn't even matter 
how much it might hurt, she had to feel it, had to 
experience this or she would go out of her mind.

"Tell me! What do you want me to do?" Dizzy insisted, 
sadistically nipping first one helplessly quivering 
nipple and then the other.

This time Jill heard him, but she still did not reply. 
No matter how much her body was betraying her into this 
depraved arousal, she could not imagine admitting it to 
this strange man whom she loathed in her mind but 
lusted for in her loins. 

To actually say the words would mean acknowledging her 
own forbidden feelings, and she knew that if she 
uttered her desire she'd never be able to look at 
herself again without shame and guilt for the rest of 
her life. This dark-haired intruder might have managed 
to overpower her deceitful body, but the idea that he 
had also corrupted her mind and broken down her will 
power of which she was so proud was too awful to 
contemplate.

"Nooooo, stop! Stop!" Jill moaned, but her words were 
contradicted by the wanton upward undulations of her 
buttocks.

"Yes!" Dizzy insisted. "I wanna hear you say it! Come 
on, tell me, you want me to fuck you!" As he spoke, he 
inserted his middle finger a couple of inches up into 
her moistly clasping vaginal sheath.

"Ohhhhhhh!" gasped the impassioned redhead as the 
unexpected lewd sensation of his rotating finger inside 
her never-before-entered pussy sent irrepressible 
tremors of pleasure through every sensitive nerve in 
her eagerly trembling body. She squeezed her eyes shut 
and found to her dismay that the forbidden word was 
once again flashing before her eyes: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 
The word rang so loudly in her ears that she thought 
someone was speaking it -- and then a cold shiver of 
shock ran through her nakedly writhing body as she 
realized that the distorted voice was her own. 

Oh God! He had conquered her in spite of her strong 
resolutions... forced her to submit to his stronger 
will... transformed her into a submissive slave who was 
unable to resist him. The lewd tremor of masochistic 
excitement that ran through Jill's voluptuous body at 
this last thought shocked the sexually inexperienced 
young girl. Fingers of obscene arousal flickered 
throughout her body, feeding the flames of her already 
burning desire and causing her to call out again, 
"Ohhhhh... fuck... fuck me... fuck me..." Her voice was 
louder now, and it carried a clouded ring of desire.

Dizzy felt a wave of salacious satisfaction as the 
obscene words spewed from the innocent young girds 
lust-contorted mouth. Goddamn, she was a real hot 
little cant after all! His furiously throbbing cock 
gave an urgent lurch and he knew he could not wait 
another minute to stuff his rigid cock-shaft up into 
this American girl's hot little pussy.

"You asked for it, baby," he gloated, pulling his 
middle finger out from the damp clinging depths of her 
quivering vaginal channel and positioning his lust-
thickened penis just in front of her glistening pussy 
lips.

There was a curious disappointed sensation deep in 
Jill's violated pussy as Dizzy's finger popped with a 
lewd little sound from her wetly quivering vagina. She 
opened her eyes, feeling frustrated at his abrupt 
withdrawal, but then a loud gasp of horror rose in her 
throat as the innocent redhead saw his swollen pole of 
hard male flesh pointed right at the tiny quivering 
mouth of her virginal pussy. It was enormous, and it's 
lust-bloated size frightened her terribly. It was too 
big, far, far too big -- to ever fit inside her tight 
little vagina which had been stretched painfully even 
by the plastic vibrator. It would split her in two!

"Oh no! You can't! It's too big!" she wailed, trying to 
pull her widespread legs back together and 
involuntarily tightening her cuntal muscles in self-
defense. But even as she spoke she felt the hot-
pressing head of Dizzy's rigidly pulsing penis rubbing 
against her most sensitive flesh. 

Staring down in a terror that was mixed with lewd 
twinges of desire, the panting young virgin felt 
another shudder of masochistic arousal run wantonly 
through her naked loins. Beads of perspiration sprang 
out on her forehead as she watched and felt the 
enormous rod of pulsating male flesh, slide a painful 
inch into her well-lubricated pussy. The lips of her 
vagina opened like a hungry child to receive the long 
invading instrument deeper inside her virgin cuntal 
channel.

"Ahhhhh," the drug-crazed young woman moaned, making no 
effort now to disguise the fact that it was a moan of 
ecstasy rather than of pain. Although her tight little 
vagina was being brutally stretched by the insistent 
pressure of his thick cockhead, the young redhead was 
nevertheless filled with a never-before-experienced 
sensation of mindless desire. She wanted him to plunge 
his long hard thickness all the way up into her eagerly 
clasping cunt, and longed for the exquisite climax she 
knew his penis would bring her.

Dizzy held his fully erect cock still for a long 
moment, savoring the sight of this previously obstinate 
girl who now writhed beneath him in frenzied 
excitement. For as long as he could bear it, the 
excited youth let his thick cock lie immobile halfway 
up inside Jill's trembling vaginal channel, wanting to 
tease her passion to the fever point before he 
satisfied her. Although she'd said that no one had ever 
done this to her before, he never for a minute thought 
that she could have been telling the truth. Certainly 
none of the girls he'd ever known had been virgins at 
her age, especially if they were as voluptuous as the 
lovely redhead beneath him.

Unable at last to hold himself back any longer, Dizzy 
began to push his aching cock deeper into her tautly 
resisting vagina. Shit, her goddamn cunt was the 
tightest he'd ever felt in his entire life! Could she 
really be a virgin? This thought so excited the lust-
crazed young man that he shoved his hips forward and 
lunged without thought of injury into her tightly 
clasping pussy.

For an instant he feared that it would be impossible to 
penetrate the resisting sheath of her virginal hymen, 
but then, ignoring Jill's anguished cry of pain, he 
thrust again. This time he could feel his long hard 
cock slip another inch into the whimpering redhead's 
moisture-drenched vagina. Her fear-tensed cuntal 
muscles clutched so tightly to the first few inches of 
his hotly throbbing cock that he knew he had to ram it 
all the way to the hilt before he shot his load all 
over her cream-white thighs and red-gold pubic hair.

"HERE IT COMES, BABY!" the long-haired youth shouted at 
the top of his lungs. "GET READY FOR THE BEST FUCK OF 
YOUR LIFE!"

"Nooooo, oh God, nooooo!" Jill wailed as tears of pain 
coursed in little rivulets down over her flushed 
cheeks. The excruciating agony of his brutal entry 
temporarily cleared her mind of all her earlier drug-
intensified arousal, and she was at last fully aware of 
what was happening to her. She was about to lose her 
treasured virginity, not to the loving lifetime partner 
she'd dreamed of, not to the most perfect man in the 
world whom she could respect and love forever. 

No, instead she was about to be fucked in the most 
humiliating and degrading way she could imagine -- by a 
total stranger whose mind was so confused by hashish 
and alcohol that she doubted he knew or cared whose 
vagina he was plunging his enormous cock into. And 
worst of all, the fearful young student was certain 
that his huge cudgel of flesh was going to split her 
right open!

"Stop! You're killing me, you're..."

But even as the horrified redhead moaned out her 
desperate protests, she heard Dizzy's wanton 
animalistic battle cry and felt his giant penis smash 
into her helplessly cringing vagina with relentless 
fury. A sickening bolt of searing pain shot through 
Jill's pinioned body as his invading cock ripped 
through the fragile membrane protecting her virginity. 

Every cell in her violated young body screamed in 
protest, and the tortured auburn-haired victim only 
wished that she could pass out or die, anything to 
escape from the burning hell she had unwittingly 
allowed herself to fall into. Not daring to move a 
muscle for fear that the agony would be intensified, 
she lay nakedly gasping and moaning beneath the 
impaling pole of hot male flesh. 

It filled every inch of her strained vaginal channel, 
and she could feel every pulsing vein of its long thick 
shaft as it pressed against her wide-stretched cuntal 
walls. Trembling in fear and agony, Jill waited for the 
next torturous thrust with her eyes clenched tightly 
shut.

Much to the innocent redhead's surprise, Dizzy held his 
massive penis inside her tightly clasping pussy until 
he felt her taut cuntal muscles relaxing and heard her 
groans grow less anguished. Jesus Christ! he thought in 
excitement, the little bitch really was a goddamned 
virgin! The first one he'd ever had! This realization 
so fired his passion that his cock began almost 
involuntarily to flex and throb against the moisture-
drenched walls of her palpitating vagina.

"Arrrrrggghhhh," Jill cried out, but the lust-maddened 
youth above her could already detect a slight change in 
her high-pitched voice. It no longer sounded desperate 
and hysterical. Instead, she appeared to be submissive 
and on the verge of arousal again. Suddenly overcome by 
his urgent need, Dizzy began to plunge his lust-swollen 
cock in and out of her clinging cuntal channel with 
smooth rhythmic strokes that speared far into the 
never-before-penetrated depths of her impaled young 
pussy.

Jill lay on the rumpled bed, scarcely daring to breathe 
as the thick rod of flesh began fucking into her 
vagina, each relentless stroke sending a heated stab of 
burning pain searing through the tautly stretched lips 
of her cunt. At first the agony was almost more than 
the whimpering girl thought she could bear, and though 
she could not control the sounds spewing from her 
contorted lips, she realized that there was absolutely 
nothing she could do to stop this drug-crazed youth 
from continuing to skewer her ruthlessly violated 
pussy. He didn't even seem to hear her piteous mewls, 
and it was quite obvious that nothing she could do or 
say would deter him from ravishing her previously 
untouched body.

In fact, the confused redhead was no longer sure that 
she wanted to do anything to stop him now, even if she 
could. Her pain-wracked loins were reacting to the 
helplessness of her position by instinctively relaxing, 
and to the ravaged redhead's relief the initial pain 
was fading to a dull, almost pleasurable ache.

"Fuck back, fuck back," the lust-inflamed boy cried 
out. "Move that goddamn ass! Fuck back!" He knew that 
this would serve to deaden her pain; more importantly, 
it would turn her into a wantonly writhing whore, 
changing her forever from an uptight virgin who thought 
she was better than everyone else. And he, Dizzy, was 
going to bring about this lurid transformation. The 
sadistic thought swelled his drug-affected ego almostas 
much as his pounding penis.

Not daring to displease this stranger whose invading 
hardness had such power to bring pain, Jill began to 
wriggle her buttocks in small uncertain circles around 
the hot mass of male flesh stuffed up into her tight 
little cuntal opening. To her surprise she found that 
this submissive movement dispelled the last traces of 
discomfort and replaced them with the same wanton 
thrills of arousal that had driven her half-mad with 
desire when he'd finger-fucked her. 

Soon her hips were undulating in urgent circles, and 
tingling masochistic waves of pleasure slid insidiously 
along every nerve in her fevered young body. Oh God, 
she thought, I'm losing control of myself again... and 
I don't even care anymore. I want him to Duck me -- I 
don't care if it's wrong.

No longer trying to repress the exquisite sensations 
surging through her writhing loins, Jill fucked back 
with every muscle in her body. She felt her cunt 
opening up like a flower beneath his battering penis as 
lewd words gurgled out from her lust-contorted mouth.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me hard!" she groaned out. "Give me 
your cock... give me your cum!"

The forbidden words excited her more than ever. It was 
as though some force deep within Jill Duncan that had 
laid dormant all these years had suddenly been released 
by this man's wildly plunging cock, and each obscenity 
she uttered was a cry of triumphant freedom to the 
aroused young woman. Straining every muscle in her body 
to the utmost, she strove for the orgasm that she could 
feel already descending upon her wantonly aroused body.

Her sudden lewd reaction almost drove the long-haired 
youth insane. The speed and strength of his strokes 
accelerated out-of-control, and he knew his aching 
lust-bloated balls would explode at any minute now.

"Cummmmming!" he shouted down at the flailing young 
woman beneath him. "I'm cummmmmming!"

And then a hot stream of thick burning semen was 
rushing down his long jerking penis to gush in spurt 
after spurt into Jill's tightly clasping cunt. His 
entire body shivered and spasmed for several minutes, 
and then he collapsed upon the girl's still twitching 
loins, his deflated cock slipping uselessly from her 
unsatisfied cunt. In the intensity of his own climax, 
the drugged young hippie didn't hear Jill's frustrated 
whimpers, didn't know or care that he'd failed to bring 
the ravaged and violated virgin to orgasm.

"Oh no, nononono Don't stop, oh, please don't stop 
now!" Jill's words came from her mouth in a husky, 
despairing whisper. It just couldn't be true! She'd 
been so close, almost there... and now it was too late. 
She just couldn't bear it.

The frustrated redhead continued to whimper softly, 
burying her face in the rumpled bedclothes as the sated 
youth rose unsteadily to his feet. He stood looking 
down at her perspiration-slickened body sprawled in 
lewd abandon upon the bed, a vacant expression in his 
bloodshot eyes. Then he picked up his scattered clothes 
and made his way back to his own apartment, still 
naked, to have another pipe of hash and boast to his 
friends of his triumphant conquest over this helpless 
and deflowered young American girl.


Chapter 5


It was mid-afternoon by the time the hot sun streaming 
in through the uncurtained windows roused Jill Duncan 
from her drugged slumber. She opened her eyes groggily, 
not realizing at first where she was, and gazed in 
confusion at her own naked body splayed out upon the 
wild disorder of rumpled bedclothes. Why on earth had 
she gone to bed without putting on her nightgown or 
getting under the covers? she asked herself uneasily. 

Rubbing her eyes, the curvaceous redhead attempted to 
stand up only to collapse back upon the bed as a wave 
of dizziness surged through her aching head. Was she 
sick maybe? Or... or... a faint shred of memory wafted 
through her disoriented brain, and without quite 
remembering just why, she felt guilty and ashamed, and 
in some inexplicable way different from the way she'd 
always felt before. What happened to her last night. 
WHAT?

Even as the troubled young girl shook her tangled 
auburn curls and attempted to clear away the fog that 
had blotted out her memory of the previous evening, she 
remembered that she'd had an appointment at three 
o'clock this afternoon at the university. She groped 
for the clock that she usually placed beside her bed, 
finally locating it on the floor with a crack in its 
glass face but with its hands still faithfully ticking. 

Three-fifteen! Oh God, she felt far too ill to get up 
now -- it was just impossible to even consider doing 
so. Every muscle in her naked body ached, and the flesh 
down between her legs felt raw and sensitive.

Another dim flicker of recollection rippled across 
Jill's brain, a repulsive lewd image of herself 
sprawled beneath a man's body with his long thick cock 
piercing deep into her hair-fringed pussy. The 
distraught auburn-haired student shuddered and sank 
back down upon the bed, resolutely pushing the depraved 
picture from her mind. I must have been looking at 
those porno magazines again; probably using the 
vibrator too, she decided. Well, never again. IS throw 
them away as soon as I get up. This explanation was 
humiliating enough, but it was far less horrifying than 
the truth which lurked deep within her subconscious, so 
she accepted it almost thankfully.

More sleeps that's what I need, she told herself, 
discarding any thought of attending her appointment as 
she curled beneath the crumpled sheet. That'll put 
these filthy ideas out of my mind. And with that she 
sank back once more into a deadening dreamless slumber.

It was almost two hours later when she was startled 
from her sleep by a loud tapping on the door. Leaping 
out of bed and grabbing a robe from the closet as she 
passed, the groggy young redhead pulled open the door. 
A uniformed man stood there holding out a piece of blue 
paper and mumbling something in Danish. A telegram!

In the Duncan home, telegrams were considered an 
expensive waste of good hard-earned money and were sent 
only in the event of severe illness or death. An icy 
chill of fear ran through Jill's scantily body now as 
she accepted the ominous slip of paper, it must be 
about daddy, he must have had another stroke! Too 
perturbed to notice the way the teenaged delivery boy 
was staring with wide-eyed interest at her partially 
revealed breasts Jutting out from the hastily flung on 
robe, she tore open the wire. 

Then, as she read it, her knees went weak with relief. 

MEET ME AT THE PAGODA RESTAURANT IN TIVOLI GARDENS AT 
EIGHT TONIGHT.

LOVE, ERIK

Jill was surprised at the strong wave of happy 
excitement that ran through her body as she read and 
then reread the message. Part of her emotion was caused 
by relief, of course, but a good portion of it was pure 
pleasure at the prospect of seeing the handsome blond 
Dane again. A wide smile illuminated her pretty face, 
erasing the tightness from around her mouth and the 
worried expression from her green eyes.

Suddenly Jill became aware that the young telegraph boy 
was still standing in the doorway. Well, what does he 
want? she wondered. Did he expect a tip? But she'd read 
in a handbook prepared by the Danish government that 
tipping was necessary only in taxis in Denmark, so it 
couldn't be that. 

Perplexed by his odd behavior, the voluptuous auburn-
haired girl followed his glance and then turned fiery-
red as she saw }ROW her carelessly draped robe exposed 
the top of her full, upthrust breasts. She quickly 
pulled the garment tightly across her chest, causing 
the teenager to blush in embarrassment and quickly 
hurry down the stairs.

Smiling to herself at the expression of consternation 
on his youthful face, the curvaceous student turned 
back into the kitchen to make herself a pot of coffee. 
There were fragments of broken glass on the floor by 
the sink, and at the sight of them the disturbing 
feeling of guilt-ridden anxiety returned. 

Once again she tried to grasp hold of some distant 
memory, but it was as elusive as a dream. All the 
troubled redhead could be sure of was a peculiar sense 
of shame, and this amnesia worried her. Surely she 
hadn't drunk so much last night, the bottle was still 
half-full. What in God's name was causing her peculiar 
behavior?

A troubled frown replaced her smile as she picked up 
the slivers of glass, put on a kettle of water for 
coffee, and fetched her towel, soap, and lotions for a 
sponge bath. For some reason she felt very dirty, and 
she thought longingly of the large white tub in her 
parent's bathroom. She wondered what the Danes did for 
bathing -- perhaps there were public baths - and 
determined to find out as soon as possible. Her memory 
black-out still tormenting her, she began to scrub 
furiously at her shapely body.

Perhaps she was going crazy? She remembered how her old 
Aunt Millicent had lost her memory of whole days at a 
time. How she'd once shown up for church on a Monday 
morning and had stood on the doorstep in the midst of a 
virtual blizzard hysterically proclaiming that the 
entire town was doomed to eternal hellfire for breaking 
the Sabbath. 

Finally they'd come and taken her away to Peaceful 
Valley Rest Home up in the Berkshires. The one time 
that Jill had visited her there, the confused old lady 
had called her Dorcas, thinking she was her mother. 
Perhaps the same sort of sickness was afflicting her 
now -- hadn't she read somewhere that certain types of 
insanity ran in families?

As she washed her large well-rounded breasts, Jill 
realized that they were abnormally sore. She also 
seemed to have started her period, although it wasn't 
due for another week. Since she'd never been irregular 
in her life before now, she seized on this as a 
plausible explanation for her puzzling amnesia and 
determined to stop thinking about it. Obviously she'd 
been physically sick last night, and the memory loss 
was a quite natural consequence.

Feeling cleaned and almost her old self again, the 
twenty-two year old graduate student sat down at the 
tiny kitchen table to drink her coffee. Pushing all 
thoughts of last night's perplexing events from her 
mind, she attempted to immerse herself in one of the 
thick law books she'd checked out from the library. 
Yesterday she'd successfully avoided her lewd 
distracting thoughts by involving herself in her work, 
but for some reason this didn't work today. 

All she could think about was the missed appointment 
with Professor Jorgensen. What on earth was she going 
to tell him -- surely not that she'd been unable to get 
herself out of bed at three in the afternoon. 
Sickness... perhaps the flu... that sounded believable 
and was almost true, for she'd certainly been stricken 
by some sort of weird virus. Absentmindedly reaching 
for her cigarettes, Jill lit one Band inhaled deeply. 
Immediately she began to tremble like a leaf as her 
memory suddenly came rushing back, flooding her mind 
with obscene, unspeakable visions that she at once 
recognized to be the truth.

Hashish -- of course! She'd smoked hashish with the 
hippies across the hall, and it had caused her to lose 
her memory. Now Jill found herself wishing that these 
lurid visions had never returned; she'd almost rather 
not have known that she'd acted in such a despicable 
manner. A repulsive picture of that corrupt young 
brunette sucking on her naked boy friend's long thick 
penis flashed before her eyes, and the distressed young 
woman remembered how she'd sat and watched this 
perverted spectacle. 

Yes, and she'd been aroused as she watched it... she 
clearly recalled the urgent throbbing heat in her 
vagina and the way she'd furtively rubbed her burning 
pussy against the edge of the foam mattress. Dear God! 
How could she have done such a depraved thing? The very 
thought of it made her fair-skinned face blush beet-red 
with humiliation. 

And then what had happened next? She knew there was 
something more, but she couldn't recall it. And perhaps 
it s just as well, she decided, gulping down the rest 
of her coffee. If it's more obscene than that, I don't 
think I ever want to know about it

In spite of her overwhelming shame, Jill's intelligent 
brain began working in its usual logical, analytical 
manner to make the reality more acceptable. Last night 
was in the past, and, there was no use in agonizing 
over it now. Today well, tonight really, was a new day, 
and she would soon feel her old strong self again. 
She'd dine with Erik, then come straight home for an 
early night's sleep so that she could be fresh and 
alert for a day-late meeting with Professor Jorgensen 
tomorrow. And if the disturbing memories returned, 
she'd wipe them out of her mind as easily as erasing 
chalk from a blackboard.

An hour later Jill Duncan was walking through a small 
park on her way to Tivoli Gardens. A light breeze 
wrapped the silky material of her short pale green 
dress around her long slender legs, clearly outlining 
the lines of her firm, full-fleshed thighs to the 
interested eyes of all passers-by. 

The redheaded young woman scarcely noticed their 
glances, for every ounce of her considerable energy was 
concentrated on her resolution to stifle the corrupt 
flames of lust that had for some reason been troubling 
her for the past few days -- ever since she'd arrived 
in Denmark, in fact. From now on she was going to be 
pure and strong, and there would be no more inexcusable 
lapses like last night or the night before. When she 
met Eric, there would be no perverted tinglings in her 
body, not even if he tried to kiss her again. From now 
on she would be a cool and competent law student, and 
nothing more.

The resolute girl didn't seem to remember that just 
twenty-four hours before, she'd been thinking the very 
same thoughts as she strode through another park.

* * *

"I'll be as fat as a cow after a year in Denmark if all 
the food's as good as this," Jill sighed contentedly as 
she spooned up the last mouthful of her strawberries 
and rich whipped cream. "I wonder why all the Danes 
aren't fat?"

"Oh, we don't eat like this every day, only on special 
occasions, Erik explained as he stared into the 
sparkling green eyes of the curvaceous redhead seated 
across the balcony table from him.

Jill, in spite of her strenuous resolutions to remain 
coolly uninvolved, found herself smiling back at the 
handsome blond man. A pre-dinner drink and two powerful 
Elephant beers along with her oysters and sole 
meunieure had made her feel relaxed and contented; and 
the fairytale atmosphere of Tivoli Gardens, with its 
colored lights, bright flowers, and whimsical 
buildings, seemed to preclude any emotion except 
cheerful enjoyment. Even when the good-looking young 
man reached across the table to clasp her hand in his 
she did not try to draw away. It seemed the most 
natural thing in the world to be touching him as they 
gazed down at a cascading fountain below their balcony 
seat.

"How about an after-dinner drink?" Erik suggested in a 
voice as soft as the subtle caresses of his warm 
fingers upon her palm.

Although she had planned to be home early, Jill found 
herself very reluctant to leave this beautiful place. 
Being with Erik channeled her mind away from her 
worries; if she tried to go to sleep now, she'd only 
lie awake tossing and turning as lewd visions danced 
before her eyes.

"That would be fun," she smiled, her sea-green eyes 
sparkling at the well-dressed man beside her.

"Tivoli closes at midnight," Erik told her, "but I'll 
ring my friend Lars who owns a club and see if he's 
open tonight. I can't bear for this night to end so 
early." He'd discovered in New York that a little 
sticky sweet romanticism was the key to loosening the 
inhibitions of certain types of American girls. Even 
the ones who liked to spurt Women's Lib slogans at him 
would grow warm and cuddly in response to his Prince 
Charming image; it was, after all, the ideal that had 
been instilled into their subconscious all during their 
early childhood years. Now, just as he'd suspected she 
would, Jill stared back at him with dreamy, star-
studded eyes.

"Sure," she murmured. "I'd like to see a Danish 
nightclub."

"Waiter," Erik called to the whitejacketed waiter, 
"please bring a Cherry Herring Special for the lady. 
And where can I make a phone call?"

Jill watched as the tall blond Dane followed the waiter 
into the oriental-roofed pavilion, returning the kiss 
that he blew to her before vanishing behind a pillar. 
In principle such silly romantic gestures annoyed her, 
but for some reason she felt quite unlike her usual 
efficient, organized self tonight. Come to think of it, 
the attractive redhead mused to herself as she picked 
up the rose-colored drink the waiter had placed before 
her, she'd been feeling and acting very strangely ever 
since she'd left the United States. 

Could it be possible that there was a direct 
relationship between her strange behavior and her new 
home -- was the climate perhaps responsible? There was 
something very strange about these long bright 
Scandinavian days with only a few hours of darkness. 

In one of her classes at college she'd learned about a 
"suicide belt" theory; apparently certain areas of the 
world such as Austria, Los Angeles, and part of Israel 
have statistically higher suicide rates than the rest 
of the world and some scientists attribute this fact to 
certain chemicals prevalent in the atmospheres of these 
areas. If this was true, then presumably her own sexual 
arousal could be caused by something along the same 
lines.

Shaking her auburn-haired head at her own silliness, 
Jill turned her attention to the delicious cherry-
flavored drink and the panorama of bright lights and 
laughter going on below her. For once in her life she 
didn't want to be studious and introspective -- she 
just wanted to enjoy herself as much as the shrieking 
children on the nearby roller coaster were doing... she 
wanted to feel alive.

**

From where Erik Mortensen stood inside the glass-
enclosed telephone box, he could see Jill's profile 
clearly. He noted her expression of pleased surprise as 
she tasted the Cherry Herring Special he'd ordered for 
her. Good! It was a very powerful drink, although the 
vodka laced in with the cherry liqueur was barely 
detectable, and he knew it would make the serious 
American beauty lose more of her inhibitions. 

So far, the tall young man was more than satisfied with 
the way his auburn-haired date had been acting this 
evening, she seemed more relaxed and friendly than she 
had the first day he'd met her, and she looked better 
than ever too in that modestly cut yet sensuous silky 
dress that clung to her voluptuous body's curves like 
Saran wrap. Erik felt his long cock pulsing against his 
tight-fitting trousers as he dialed his friend's 
number. Tonight he'd get inside that sweet little pussy 
if it was the last thing he ever did!

"Lars Jensen?" he spoke into the receiver. "Erik 
here... I'm in Tivoli... yes, Tivoli, don't laugh, I'm 
with the most terrific piece of ass you've ever seen, 
and I know you've seen a lot!... yes, that's why I'm 
calling. I want to bring her around to "Club 33"... No, 
not like that... she'd freak out. She's an American, 
real uptight, you know the type. So I want to find out 
exactly what time the show begins, so that we can be 
there "accidentally" and I can pretend I didn't plan 
it... 12:45? Okay, we'll be there, outside the door... 
Thanks, pal -- just wait till you see this hot little 
cunt and you'll know what I'm talking about! What's on 
tonight anyway... REALLY? Great! That should do the 
trick if anything will! Okay, Lars, see you later."

The handsome blond man replaced the receiver and turned 
back toward the balcony with a little smile of triumph 
on his face. He turned toward Jill again; she was 
staring out at the brightly lit park, an expression of 
amazed pleasure softening her beautiful features. Wait 
till she sees what I've got planned for her! he gloated 
in lewd anticipation. Then she'll really be smiling!


Chapter 6


Club 33 was so dimly lit that Jill, who was beginning 
to feel the effects of the considerable amount of 
alcohol she'd consumed already that night, stumbled and 
fell to her knees on the plush-carpeted stairs of the 
entryway. Erik Mortensen helped the blushing young 
redhead to her feet, allowing his hand to rest a little 
longer than necessary on her smooth-skinned upper arm. 
Jesus Christ, she felt so soft and warm there -- how 
much better her full breasts and flaring hips would 
feel!

As the handsome blonde's hand lingered on her sensitive 
flesh, the intoxicated redhead was thinking much the 
same thing. His pressuring hand felt so good that her 
clouded imagination immediately conjured up an obscene 
vision of his hands gently and sensuously caressing 
every inch of her naked flesh. Jill shivered, a lewd 
tingle traversing her slender body. Something told her 
that she was remembering rather than fantasizing. It 
must be those porno magazines, the auburn-haired young 
woman convinced herself, once again driving her obscene 
memories of the long-haired drug addict back down into 
her subconscious. I wash I'd never seen the awful 
things! And then, as Erik led her into the exotically 
decorated club, she thought no more of her body's 
unwelcome arousal.

The ground floor of Club 33 had been designed by a 
young Danish interior decorator who'd just returned 
from six months in Marrakesh, and anyone entering the 
room was immediately plunged into a sensuous Arabian 
Night's atmosphere. 

Club members, for this was a special "key club" which 
wealthy Danish hedonists, well-heeled foreigners, 
successful dope dealers, and various other hangers-on 
paid many kroner for the privilege of entering, lounged 
around the large candlelit room in various stages of 
stupefied collapse or amphetamine-accelerated 
exhilaration. At one end of the large, tapestry-walled 
room was a bar of sorts where a long-haired youth clad 
in a silver-embroidered Moroccan robe sat crosslegged 
upon a dais mixing drinks into smoky-blue mugs. 

The air was filled with the scent of incense and a 
pungent undertone of cigarette smoke which immediately 
made Jill feel quite overwhelmed by the sensuous, 
harem-like mood of the place.

The baffled yet undeniably excited young law student 
stared around her in stunned bewilderment, taking note 
first of the ceiling which was painted in a deep 
midnight-blue interspersed with bright stars. Then she 
focused her eyes on the far end of the long narrow room 
where a voluptuous young girl draped in a translucent 
garment adorned with silver serpents spitting fire was 
belly-dancing around an authentic-looking stuffed 
camel. 

Many brightly-colored pipes shaped much like the one 
she'd smoked last night at Dizzy's apartment hung from 
the camel's velvet shoulder bags, and the bewildered 
young redhead noticed that most of the guests were 
inhaling a sweet-smelling tobacco that she immediately 
recognized as hashish. The belly-dancer was undulating 
in time to the loud sounds of rather incongruous rock 
music blaring from speakers hidden in several enormous 
potted plants.

"Wow!" Mortensen exclaimed. "This is really wild! Last 
time I was here it was a South Sea island. Why don't 
you sit down while I get us something to drink and 
smoke."

Although a little voice inside her brain was calling 
out a warning, the wide-eyed young law student felt her 
hypnotized body following the tall Dane's instructions. 
Sinking to an unoccupied velvet couch, she turned her 
attention to the other people in the room. They were 
dressed in a variety of styles, exotic costumes, well-
tailored suits, nondescript jeans, all of which gave 
the Moroccan decorations a touch of Mardi-Gras spirit. 

Jill shook her head, finding it very hard to adjust the 
past few days. And today had been perhaps the oddest of 
all, what with her lapsed memory, the magical Hans 
Christian Andersen atmosphere of Tivoli, and now this 
extraordinary Club 33. Nobody back home would ever 
believe her if she told them about this place; they 
thought they were being pretty wild when they smoked a 
little grass and drank a case of beer in someone's 
beachhouse. In fact, the twenty-two year old had a hard 
time believing that she was not dreaming herself!

"I hope you'll like this," Erik said, interrupting her 
reverie. "It's what everybody drinks here -- tequila."

"Tequilla?" Jill queried. "It's Mexican, isn't it? I've 
heard of it, but I never tried it."

"You do it like this," the tall blond man explained, 
licking his hand and sprinkling a little salt on it, 
then tasting it. Next he took a bit of juice from one 
of the lemon slices on a dish in front of them, and 
finally swallowed a small amount of the clear tequila. 
He appeared to hold this mixture in his mouth for a few 
moments before swallowing, his nose wrinkling slightly 
as he did so.

"Wow, that's good stuff!" It's been awhile since I had 
any of that. Come on, Jill, you try it now!" He took 
her hand in his, lifting it to his lips and licking the 
back of her hand with his warm tongue and then 
scattering salt over it. The auburn-haired young woman 
gave a little gasp, surprised at the strong tremor that 
ran through her body at the touch of his moist wet 
tongue on her sensitive flesh.

"Now taste that, and then the lemon and tequila -- but 
don't swallow yet," he instructed, smiling in excited 
anticipation as he thought of what the tequila coupled 
with a few pipes would do to this already slightly 
intoxicated American girl. "Okay, now swallow."

Jill followed his directions with a wry wrinkling of 
her pretty face. It didn't taste bad, just very, very 
sharp. Then, moments after the powerful alcohol entered 
her system, she began to feel its relaxing effect.

"It's very strange..." she said slowly. "I... I think I 
like it."

"You'll like this too!" the handsome Dane promised, 
lifting a red and gold enamel pipe from his pocket.

"Oh, I don't think so," Jill protested, her unpleasant 
memories of last night returning with a rush.

"You don't smoke?" Erik asked in the same incredulous 
was Dizzy's friends had done. "Why not?"

"Well... I feel so drunk already..." Jill hedged, not 
wanting to talk about her real reasons for fearing the 
mind-distorting drug.

"All the more reason why you should have a smoke," he 
declared. "The effects counteract each other -- the 
alcohol deadens your perception, but the hash heightens 
it."

This explanation seemed too logical to argue against. 
After all, she was afraid she'd be really drunk if she 
finished the tequila... perhaps just one pipe wouldn't 
hurt. Last night she'd smoked too many to keep track 
of, and that was probably why she'd reacted so 
strongly. "Well, okay," she agreed.

Erik lighted the pipe, a happy grin on his handsome 
features, then passed it to Jill who inhaled deeply and 
managed not to cough.

I never used to be this way, the troubled redhead was 
thinking even as she drew the pungent smoke into her 
lungs. It seems that now anyone can talk me into doing 
things that I know are wrong. Why didn't I just go on 
home early like I told myself I would? Something's 
wrong with me...

Then her thoughts faded as the overload of intoxicants 
melted her brain into the same formless pulp of 
sensation she'd experienced last night. Tonight, due to 
the exotic overload of sensory stimuli in the Moracco-
inspired clubroom, her reaction was even stronger. "I 
feel so strange..." she murmured to Erik. "Have some 
more tequila," he suggested helpfully, leaning very 
close to her and almost whispering into her ear. As he 
moved nearer, Jill felt the first obscene flames of 
desire flickering through her body.

Oh no... Oh Cod, no! It's happening again, and I don't 
think I can even move, the distressed young redhead 
thought to herself. Nevertheless, she did not try to 
pull away from Erik as he once again licked the back of 
her hand and sprinkled salt on it.

"I'm taking you to Marrakesh ooooooonnnnnnn the 
traaaain, ooooooonnnnnnn the traaaain."

Jill began to giggle, her serious introspective 
thoughts dispersed by the second swallow of tequila. 
"We're already in Marrakesh," she laughed, "but we came 
in a taxi!"

Erik laughed with her, overjoyed that she had not tried 
to pull away her hand which he still held after 
assisting her with her tequila. He was feeling pretty 
loose himself, this was some place Lars had set up all 
right!

"After we finish this drink, let's go upstairs and meet 
my friend, Lars Jensen," he suggested, glancing at his 
watch. It was almost time for the show to begin! 
"Jensen?" Jill asked rather blankly. "Yeah, he's the 
guy who runs this place. He'll probably be able to tell 
you lots of useful things about night life in 
Copenhagen," the scheming young man added.

"Oh... okay..." the intoxicated law student agreed. 
Actually, she'd quite forgotten about her research for 
the moment, and she didn't think she really wanted to 
remember it -- it only made her feel guilty about the 
appointment she'd missed and the books she hadn't yet 
opened. But she supposed it was her duty to talk to 
this man, and even though she was perfectly happy 
sitting where she was, it seemed easier to do what Erik 
wanted rather than to argue about it.

So the couple finished their drinks, smoked another 
pipe, and then somewhat unsteadily mounted the carpeted 
steps to the second story of Club 33, and started down 
the long corridor toward the door at the end. With 
eager fingers Erik turned the knob -- but it was 
locked. Goddamn it, his watch must be off! Shit, he'd 
blown a perfect opportunity, the American girl was in 
just the right condition to get all hot and turned-on 
by a sex show. Goddamn the Ducking Japanese who'd made 
his watch! 

The frustrated blond man tried pounding on the heavy 
wood-paneled door, although he knew it was no use; the 
room was securely sound-proofed. What the hell was he 
going to do now? Jill stood beside the angrily pounding 
Dane, wondering what all the fuss was about. Actually, 
she didn't quite understand much of what was going on, 
nor did she particularly care. She was floating in a 
cloud of drug and alcohol-induced euphoria, and 
couldn't bring herself to consider anything else 
seriously.

"I know!" Erik cried out suddenly. He'd just remembered 
that there was a closed circuit television in Jensen's 
office. His friend would, of course, be inside the 
auditorium with the other spectators watching to see 
how the show was going, and he was sure they wouldn't 
be disturbed in the office at this time of night. 
Perfect! This was going to be far better than watching 
the show in a room crowded with other people!

The excited Danish man took Jill's hand and hurried 
back along the corridor to a door that stood slightly 
ajar just at the top of the stairs. "Perhaps Lars is in 
here," he explained to her as he led her into the room.

The office wasn't very large, but its opulence more 
than compensated for its small size. There was a huge 
mahogany desk cluttered with papers and books. A couple 
of leather Danish-modern armchairs, a matching couch, 
several lamps, and a color television were scattered 
about the room, and the wide windows were draped with a 
modernistic Finnish-made material that complimented the 
plush green carpet. On the walls hung several erotic 
posters, and a huge vase of flowers stood on a mahogany 
bar covered with a large number of bottles.

"Guess he's not here," Erik said rather unnecessarily, 
licking his lips in anticipation. "We might as well sit 
here and wait for him. You want a drink?"

"Sure," Jill said. She'd reached the point of 
intoxication where she stopped considering what the 
effects of more alcohol on her system might be. Sinking 
down gratefully on the soft leather sofa, she stared 
around the room. "A TV!" she exclaimed. "I've never 
seen Danish TV -- can we turn it on?"

"Why not?" Erik said. His voice betrayed his lewd 
excitement, but the young auburn-haired girl was too 
drunk and stoned to take any notice. Hastily assembling 
the lemons, salt, and tequila for their drinks, he 
switched on the wide-screen television. Then he settled 
down beside her on the expensive leather couch and 
extracted a red and gold pipe from his pocket.

"Might as well have another smoke, too," he said, 
lighting the little pipe and passing it to the 
curvaceous young girl who was staring at the television 
screen waiting for the picture to focus. When it 
finally did, Jill nearly dropped the hashish-filled 
object in her astonishment.

As the screen cleared, two voluptuous blondes dressed 
only in sheer black brassieres and bikini panties were 
dancing in a lewd, insinuating way around a small 
stage. Around the platform sat a number of people, 
mostly men but also a number of women, all peering 
intently at the undulating young girls Rock music with 
a loud drum beat poured from the television, and there 
was a sort of flickering light show on the wall behind 
the stage.

"Not too much like American TV, is it?" Erik asked, 
inching cautiously toward the shocked young redhead. 
"This is the kind of shows we have late at night, when 
the kids are in bed," he added, taking full delight in 
the obvious effect his clever deception was having on 
her.

Jill opened her mouth to reply, then gasped instead as 
she saw the two attractive young dancers begin to 
remove their skimpy brassieres while the audience 
murmured in audible excitement. Their large, pink-
nippled breasts swayed obscenely as they moved in time 
to the provocative music, and then one of the nearly-
naked girls reached down to pick up -- oh my God, could 
it be true -- a dildo! 

The gaping American girl stared unbelievingly, hoping 
that it was just a hallucination dreamed up by her 
hashish and alcohol saturated mind; but there was no 
denying the fact that the girl was running the obscene 
instrument over her full, high-set breasts. So intently 
was Jill watching the provocative spectacle spinning 
before her glazed eyes that she didn't realize that 
Erik had draped his arm around her shoulders and was 
fondling her bare upper arm.

"You're so soft... so soft and beautiful," he whispered 
into her ear. Her body was quivering beneath him, but 
she still did not move away or protest as his eager 
hand gently traced the outline of her full breast. The 
pace of her breathing quickened, while her eyes 
remained glued in a mesmerized disbelief to the color 
TV screen.

"It must feel good, what they're doing," he murmured, 
following Jill's gaze to see one of the blonde's 
caressing the other's voluptuous naked body with the 
pink vibrator. It was just the same kind he'd given the 
auburn-haired American girl, and he was sure she was 
thinking of that too. Then the music reached a 
crescendo and a man appeared upon the stage, his well-
muscled, suntanned body completely naked and glistening 
like a bronze statue.

As the handsome male actor entered, Jill's entire body 
began to shake uncontrollably. A low moan of heartfelt 
anguish broke her lips, and she hid her face in her 
hands, trying to shut out the terrible memories that 
came flooding back into her mind at the sight of the 
man's long thick penis sticking straight out from his 
hair-covered loins. 

Closing her eyes did not help, of course; the vision of 
Dizzy's drug-glazed eyes, long unkempt brown hair, and 
lust-thickened cock standing out from his lean loins 
was permanently imprinted upon her brain. Not only was 
the horrified American girl seeing all that she'd done 
the night before, but her brain, as if in retaliation 
for the unnatural memory-block, now replayed each 
obscene detail in slow-motion detail.

"Oh God! Oh no! No, no, no!" Jill groaned. "NOOOO!"

"What's the matter?" Erik asked, astonished at the 
violence of her unexpected outburst. "What's wrong, 
Jill?"

At the sound of genuine concern in the faintly accented 
voice of the man beside her, Jill began sobbing in 
uncontrollable hysteria. All the pent-up worries and 
guilt of the past few days burst out of her tortured 
mind like a clumsily opened bottle of champagne, and 
even Jill herself was amazed at the intensity of her 
emotion. She'd been brought up to think that crying was 
something shameful, something that should, if 
absolutely necessary, be carried out in private. And 
now look at her -- sobbing hysterically in front of a 
man she'd only known for a few days.

Erik Mortensen didn't know quite what he should do. He 
himself was quite stoned and a little drunk, but his 
mind was clear enough to ascertain that the voluptuous 
girl he'd been seducing was in great distress. Somehow 
her open show of emotion made him feel closer, more 
tender toward her, and he felt for the first time a 
real interest in her welfare rather than a mere 
physical lust for her voluptuous body. Gathering her 
trembling body in his strong arms, he began to caress 
her quivering flesh and murmur soothing words.

"It's all right, just calm down," he said in a low, 
comforting voice. "Tell me about it, that'll make you 
feel better."

But Jill shook her long auburn curls vehemently at the 
suggestion. How could she possibly tell him the 
perverted things she'd done? She'd rather drop dead!

The Danish man had a shrewd idea that whatever was 
upsetting the young American student probably had 
something to do with sex. Her breakdown seemed to have 
been triggered by the obscene spectacle on the closed-
circuit TV in his friend's office, and he remembered 
how agitated she'd become in the sex shop day before 
yesterday.

"Has some man done something to hurt you?" he asked 
softly.

Startled at the way the tall blond Dane seemed to have 
read her mind, Jill stopped crying and looked up at 
him. For the first time she realized that she was lying 
in his arms, but somehow she felt that it was all 
right. He was being kind to her, and he was, after all, 
the only real friend she had in this foreign country... 
the only one who really cared about her.

"How did you know?" she asked, wiping the tears from 
her face with the back of her hand.

"What did he do?" Erik asked in the same calm, low 
voice. "When did it happen?"

"Last night," Jill sniffed, answering the second 
question but ignoring the first which still seemed 
utterly impossible to discuss with anyone, no matter 
how friendly they were.

"Well, whatever happened, you shouldn't think that sex 
is always that way," Erik said, continuing to stroke 
gently along her still-quivering body. "Sex can be very 
beautiful, it's a natural thing for our bodies to enjoy 
it. And both of the people should enjoy it... I'll bet 
he didn't make you feel good," he suggested, again 
guessing correctly.

"No... no, he didn't," the embarrassed redhead 
admitted, dropping her tear-reddened green eyes away 
from his piercing gaze.

"Listen, Jill," Erik said. "I'm going to show you the 
way sex should be. I'm not going to hurt you -- I'm 
going to make you happy."

Jill stared up at him again, her eyes wide and a 
troubled frown wrinkling her smooth features. She 
wanted to believe what he said... wanted to so badly... 
but she just didn't know what she ought to do. Then a 
vivid memory of the way her unsatisfied body had felt 
when Dizzy had left her lying there on the bed made her 
body tremble with an emotion she now recognized as 
illicit desire. The idea now fixed itself in her 
hashish-confused mind that the reason she'd been so 
troubled lately was merely the way her body had of 
telling her that she'd been denying its natural 
needs... needs she'd only allowed herself to notice 
upon arriving in this strange country.

Whimpering a little, the irresolute redhead stared into 
the Danish man's deep blue eyes. She wasn't willing to 
commit herself by admitting it out loud, but she knew 
now that she would not resist anything he wanted to do 
to her.

The experienced Dane could tell from the way her tense 
body relaxed in his arms that she wanted him. Quickly, 
before she could change her mind, he began to unzip her 
silky green dress.

"I want to see you naked," he murmured. "I want to see 
your beautiful body." As he pulled the glossy fabric 
down over her smooth shoulders to reveal the white-
cotton mounds of her brassiere-covered breasts, he felt 
his long cock jump into instant arousal, throbbing 
painfully against the tight enclosure of his trousers. 
Then, unhooking the passive young girl's brassiere, he 
felt his breath quicken and beads of perspiration 
forming on his forehead. 

God, she had beautiful breasts -- he'd never seen any 
quite so perfect before. They were large yet 
nevertheless firmly uplifted even without a brassiere. 
and at their proud tips the brown-encircled little pink 
nipples were already quivering into erectness at the 
contact of the air-conditioned atmosphere of the modern 
office. 

Mortensen stared at them hungrily for a moment, then 
drew the light summer dress down over her slim waist, 
flat belly, and firm-fleshed flaring thighs. Finally he 
pulled the dress over her long well-shaped legs, placed 
it on one of the leather armchairs, and removed his own 
garments with fingers that shook in anticipation.

Jill turned to watch as the well-built young man tugged 
off his clothes, her glazed, uncomprehending eyes 
mirroring the state of her intoxicated brain. She 
didn't know if what she was allowing him to do was 
right, but she did know that she would not try to stop 
him. Her mind was helpless under the domination of her 
body's needs, and the bewildered young student felt as 
though she were in the hands of fate, unable any longer 
to control her destiny. In a way, she felt quite 
calm... far different than she had last night with 
Dizzy. 

She knew, or hoped she knew -- that at least Erik cared 
about her, that he was trying to help her as well as 
sate his own obvious lust. Jill's eyes fixed themselves 
upon his large aroused penis, and to her surprise she 
felt no fear. Instead, a dull throbbing desire began to 
beat deep in her belly and a tingle of excitement shot 
through her aroused vagina. Yes, she wanted this to 
happen, wanted it more than she'd ever thought 
possible.

The drug-sensitized woman felt the tall blond man 
running his eager hands over every inch of her young 
body, from her long red hair to the tips of her white 
toes. Erik let his fingers flicker back up over her 
slender legs to her white nylon panties, inserted his 
thumbs in the elastic waistband, and teased them down 
over her now-quivering legs. 

Every motion he made was slow and deliberate, and at 
each touch Jill felt her body rippling with sensuous 
arousal. It feels good, so good, she thought, all vague 
thoughts of guilt beginning to melt away and then 
vanishing completely as his warm moist tongue flicked 
against her voluptuous body in tantalizing strokes up 
her legs and belly to concentrate on her rose-tipped 
breasts.

"Ohhh," she moaned as her taut nerves relaxed and her 
flesh seemed to grow hot and melt under his eager 
hands.

"It's good, isn't it?" Erik asked softly, sucking one 
quivering nipple into the hot moist cavern of his 
mouth. "Your breasts taste so good," he added, the 
words muffled as he nibbled upon the taut pink aureole.

Jill moaned again. but did not reply. She was not quite 
ready to admit to him and to herself how much she 
wanted him to do these things to her. But as his 
sucking intensified and strong bolts of erotic 
sensation began shooting through her body, she heard 
herself sighing, "Oh, yes, yessss, oh Erik, yessss!"

Encouraged by her obvious pleasure, the aroused young 
man began once again to run his wet tongue over her 
quivering belly toward the burnished patch of auburn 
pubic hair. He'd never before seen a pussy adorned by 
such a color of reddish gold, and this excited him more 
than ever. 

She was really a gorgeous woman, it was too bad that 
she didn't seem to have been told that until now. Yet 
in a way he was glad he was the first to discover the 
magnificence of her body; it filled him with the same 
hungry urgency he'd felt as an adolescent, but he was 
determined to control his own desires until he'd 
thoroughly inflamed this lovely girl into 
uncontrollable passion.

Jill had closed her eyes in pleasure, and then they 
blinked open in alarm and she gasped as she felt his 
wetly heated tongue probing among the sparse curling 
strands of her pussy hair. A vivid picture of the porno 
magazine photograph where the burly motorcyclist was 
sucking on the ecstatic girl's hungering vagina flashed 
through her mind, and she felt her own breath quicken 
at the thought. 

Even then she'd wanted it to happen to her, and now it 
was actually happening. A delicious wave of 
exhilaration surged through her as she gazed down in 
fascination at Erik's blond head between her long, 
ivory-skinned legs.

"Spread your beautiful thighs, Jill," Erik urged. "Let 
me make you feel better than you ever have in your 
life."

After a brief moment of hesitation, the trembling girl 
did as he instructed. Her body, with legs splayed and 
naked breasts jutting up toward the ceiling, looked so 
lewdly vulnerable that Jill felt a shiver of shock 
mixed with erotic excitement at the Sight of it. At the 
same time, she found that she was filled with an 
ecstatic sense of freedom. I'm doing the most obscene 
thing possible! she thought to herself. Now I can do 
anything I want to do -- it doesn't matter anymore! It 
was the same feeling she'd had last night, but this 
time, reinforced by Erik's gentle persuasion, it was 
far stronger.

And then, as the muscular man's probing tongue licked a 
searing path of pleasure along her sensitive pussy 
slit, all lucid thoughts flew from Jill's already 
muddled mind. "Ooooooh," she moaned, reaching out her 
hands to tangle her fingers in Erik's thick blond hair. 
She was no longer worried that her actions were 
undoubtedly caused by the inordinate amount of alcohol 
and hashish she'd consumed, no longer concerned with 
the morality she'd relinquished, nor with her lapse of 
will-power. 

None of these things were of any real consequence 
compared to the powerfully illicit sensations that were 
now madly shooting through her entire naked body, and 
the only thing that really mattered now was that Erik 
continue to make her feel this way until her pent-up 
frustration was at last released.

"Oh Erik," she mewled submissively beneath his hard-
pressing body, squirming her buttocks against the 
leather couch as she spoke. "Oh? you make me feel so 
good!"

The desire-maddened Dane responded to her words by 
Licking his tongue around the tiny bud of her clitoris 
hidden beneath the moistened folds of her throbbing 
pink vagina. Her pussy's as lovely as her breasts! he 
thought with growing excitement as he urged the 
quivering little clitoris into taut erection with his 
knowledgeable tongue.

"Baby, you've got the sweetest little cunt I've ever 
kissed!" he told her as his hands reached up to squeeze 
and knead the softly quivering mounds of her naked 
breasts.

His obscene words and the additional provocation of 
strong hands massaging her susceptive breasts drove 
Jill half-wild with excitement. Her body seemed to have 
turned into soft clay which he could manipulate in any 
way he wanted, and this helpless dependency upon the 
man lying between her legs called up again much of the 
masochistic erotic arousal she had experienced last 
night with Dizzy.

"Kiss it,' she groaned, the obscene words tumbling of 
their own accord from between her lips. "Kiss my 
vagina. It feels GOOD!"

The handsome Dane could taste the redhead's pungent 
cuntal juices seeping from her wetly throbbing pussy. 
And he slid his tongue down her hair-lined slit to 
tease at the warm moist opening to her vaginal depths. 
For a few seconds Erik let his tongue linger just at 
the hot quivering mouth of her vagina, then abruptly 
pushed his searching tongue deep into the heated depths 
of her secret cuntal flesh. Her pussy was as tight as 
he'd hoped it would be and the trembling walls of her 
orally impaled vagina tensed momentarily around his 
urgent tongue as she called out his name in an ecstatic 
voice.

"Oh Erik, Erik, Erik! Don't stop... please don't ever 
stop!..

"Don't worry, baby," her blond lover hissed back, "I'm 
gonna fuck you with my tongue till you see fireworks 
that make Tivoli look like chicken shit!"

For another few minutes the skillful Dane thrust his 
long tongue deep into her moisture-drenched vagina, 
savoring the bitter-sweet taste of her cuntal juices as 
much as a wine connoisseur relishes a rare old bottle 
of the finest wine He knew that she was hopelessly 
aroused now - he could tell by the pungent taste of her 
secretions and by the urgency of her lips as they 
ground insistently against the leather sofa beneath 
her. 

The experienced man was surprised at the strength of 
her reaction, for none of the American girls he'd known 
(and not many of the Scandinavian girls either) had 
been so quickly and completely aroused as this hot 
little piece of ass was. She s been frustrated for too 
long, he surmised. Well, no more! From now on she's 
going to get all the loving she needs, I'll see to 
that!

Unrestrained animalistic noises were spewing from 
Jill's slender throat as Erik continued to torment her 
ecstatically quivering pussy. He would plunge in with 
smooth strokes for a short time, and she'd feel a 
violent orgasm beginning to develop in her loins. Then 
he'd pull his tongue out for an agonizing instant, wait 
for a moment, then swipe at her sensitive pussy lips or 
her erect little clitoris. 

Finally, at some unexpected point, he'd plunge his 
searing tongue back into her hungry vagina and the 
twinges of approaching orgasm would return, stronger 
and more enticing after each delay. The nakedly 
writhing young girl was almost screaming now with 
lustful anticipation as her climax drew nearer, ever 
nearer.

Then... just as Jill felt her desire-drenched pussy 
begin their first tentative spasms of her impending 
orgasm, a loud angry male voice pierced through the 
room. The young girl froze, her body stiffening in 
automatic reaction as fright and shame flooded over 
her.

"WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON IN HERE??!!" the voice 
blared. The naked couple heard the loud slam of the 
office door and then footsteps approaching the couch 
where Erik and Jill lay sprawled in the most blatantly 
obscene of sexual positions. Two pairs of horrified 
eyes stared in lust-glazed disbelief at the fully 
clothed figure of an obviously enraged man.

"Lars!" Erik gasped out weakly as he withdrew his mouth 
from the wetly quivering confines of Jill's heated 
young cunt. What was the matter with his friend? 

Surely he had enough sense not to interrupt at a moment 
like this, and what on earth was he upset about. Then 
he caught the almost imperceptible wink of his old 
friend's eye, and he realized he might as well play 
along. Obviously Jensen had some clever scheme up his 
sleeve, and in spite of his own frustrated irritation 
at being interrupted at this particular moment, Erik 
trusted his friend's judgment. Lars might have ideas 
that seemed weird at first, but he wouldn't be a 
millionaire at the age of thirty-four if he didn't 
possess some sort of unusual intuition.

"Oh no!" Erik exclaimed, playing along by injecting a 
note of guilt and fright into his voice. "Oh my God... 
oh no!"

"SO IT'S YOU, ERIK!" Lars roared. "AND I THOUGHT YOU 
WERE MY FRIEND! DON'T YOU REALIZE THAT I CAN LOSE MY 
LICENSE WHEN THINGS LIKE THIS GO ON, ON THE PREMISES? 
THIS IS A RESPECTABLE CLUB, AND I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE 
AL L MY PROFITS GO DOWN THE DRAIN BECAUSE OF IDIOTS 
LIKE YOU AND THIS LITTLE SLUT!"

The club owner was enjoying playing the role of the 
outraged moralistic businessman. The part was easy -- 
he just thought of what his stepfather, a respectable 
farmer on Jutland who had mercifully died before 
learning just what his stepson was up to in the corrupt 
capital of Denmark, would have said in a situation like 
this.

"Get dressed quick!" Erik said to Jill, who was staring 
in mesmerized bewilderment at the shouting man before 
them. The blond Dane leaped from the leather couch, and 
began struggling into his clothes, after tossing Jill's 
pale green dress and underwear at her.

"I'm sorry, Lars," she said in a tone of false 
contrition. "I guess we got a little carried away."

"I GUESS YOU DID! AND I HOPE YOU'RE SORRY! DO YOU 
REALIZE THAT EVERY WEEK-END THIS PLACE IS CRAWLING WITH 
STATE INSPECTORS? WHAT IF ONE OF THEM HAD HAPPENED TO 
WALK IN HERE? WHAT THEN?"

"Yeah, what then? He'd want to join in on the fun and 
games," Erik wanted to retort, but he thought better of 
it. Could it be possible that his friend was actually 
telling the truth? He really wasn't quite sure just 
what the laws were about clubs like this. 

"I'm really sorry, Lars..." he began, buckling his belt 
and glancing worriedly at the young American girl who 
was struggling into her dress with a dazed expression 
of abject shame on her flushed face. Damn it all, he 
thought, I never even gave her the orgasm I promised 
her! He realized suddenly that he had come to care very 
deeply for this lovely auburn-haired woman. What had 
started out as pure lust had grown into something far 
stronger, something he'd rarely experienced in his 
nihilistic bachelor existence.

"YOU BETTER BE SORRY!" Lars Jensen shouted in simulated 
rage. "AND YOU -- YOU LITTLE WHORE," he shifted his 
blazing eyes to the cringing young redhead. "YOU GET 
THE HELL OUT OF HERE BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT! HERE'S 
YOUR TAXI FARED he handed her a bill, "NOW GET MOVING!" 

The terrified young girl took the money he thrust into 
her trembling hand and rushed from the room, not daring 
even to glance at Erik. In spite of the powerful 
combination of sexual frustration, hashish and alcohol, 
her body reacted swiftly and instinctively enough to 
allow her to dash pell-mell along the corridor and down 
the stairs. The club manager followed her out the door 
and yelled at her fleeing body.

"AND I WANT TO SEE YOU HERE TOMORROW AT EIGHT, THEN 
I'LL DECIDE WHAT TO DO ABOUT YOU. AND IF YOU DON'T SHOW 
UP YOU'LL BE GOOD AND SORRY, I PROMISE YOU THAT!"

The corrupt sex-club owner slammed the door to his 
office shut, the sound of it reverberating like the 
voice of doom in Jill's confused mind as she pushed her 
way out of the crowded building and fell into one of 
the taxis waiting outside Club 33.

If she could have seen Lars Jensen at that very moment, 
leaning against the door of his office and laughing 
till the tears ran down his cheeks, she'd have felt 
more perplexed than ever.


Chapter 7


"Well, as you realize, Miss Duncan," the balding older 
man behind the desk began, "I'd been expecting to see 
you yesterday at three. He took off his wire-rimmed 
glasses and wiped them on his handkerchief, an 
unconscious nervous habit of his, all the while staring 
at her as if he expected her to provide some 
explanation.

If he does that again, I 'm going to scream, Jill 
thought. Although she'd not even noticed this mannerism 
of Professor Jorgensen's in her first meeting with the 
criminal law expert, the agitated young redhead was so 
distracted by his every movement today that the excuse 
she'd come up with to explain her absence fled from her 
mind. She could only stare at him in confusion as her 
brain groped for words to explain why she'd not been at 
her appointment yesterday, and why she'd not showed up 
today until nearly six o'clock in the evening.

"And I did inform you that my office hours are from 
three to five," the mild-mannered professor continued 
in a puzzled voice when it became evident that the 
curvaceous young woman seated before him was not going 
to reply to his unspoken question. "So I don't quite 
understand why you're here now."

Oh Lord, Jill thought, twisting her hands nervously in 
her mini-skirted lap. She'd quite forgotten what he'd 
said about his office hours; not that it would have 
made much difference anyway, since she'd not awoken 
today until almost five o'clock in the afternoon. 

In spite of the fact that she'd slept for nearly twelve 
hours, the young female law student did not feel at all 
alert or refreshed. Her sleep had been punctuated by a 
continuous stream of terrifying nightmares. Now she 
found herself having great difficulty concentrating on 
the awkward conversation with her professor.

There was a long pause. Jorgensen cleared his throat, 
then began to polish his glasses for the fourth time 
since the attractive young woman had entered his 
office. Oh God, there he goes again, Jill thought, 
lighting a cigarette before she realized that there was 
no ashtray. It was obviously her turn to speak, but she 
couldn't think of a thing to say. What does it matter 
what he thinks, anyway? She thought irritably. I've got 
real problems to worry about!

The gray-haired Danish law expert was being made 
nervous by the girl's strange behavior. What was the 
matter with her anyway? Last time he'd seen her, he'd 
been impressed with her confidence and ambition -- but 
now she was staring at him for all the world as if she 
were deaf and dumb.

"Of course, I wish that I could devote more of my time 
to student interviews," he tried again, unable to bear 
the tense silence any longer. "I do believe in a close 
relationship between student and teacher, especially at 
the graduate level... but there's the problem of 
time..."

"Oh yes... of course..." Jill managed to say. "It's 
just that I... that I... I've been sick..."

"I'm sorry to hear that," the middle-aged man said. 
"What's the matter?"

'Oh... the flu... yes, the flu, I think," Jill hedged. 
An inch of dangling ash dropped from her cigarette onto 
his desk, and she stared at it in embarrassment.

"Well, I trust you're feeling better now," Jorgensen 
said, then glanced at his watch. "I'm very sorry, Miss 
Duncan, but I really haven't time to discuss your work 
with you just now. But perhaps you would like to come 
out to my home this evening? I was going to invite you 
yesterday, but you weren't here. My wife and I are 
having a hjemmeaften, a home evening, for the criminal 
law students to get to know each other better and to 
discuss our goals for this coming year. And we've 
invited Kirsten Nielsen, of whom you, of course, have 
read in the material I assigned you -- to give a short 
talk about the specific problems of women law-breakers. 
Do you think you'll be able to attend?"

For some reason, his invitation seemed to agitate Miss 
Duncan more than ever. Her hand twitched nervously, 
scattering more cigarette ashes over his desk, and 
beads of perspiration formed on her forehead.

"No... I'm sorry, but I... I have a date," she blurted 
out in a low voice.

"I'm so sorry," Jorgensen said, polishing his glasses 
one final time and then starting to gather up his 
papers. "Maybe another time." 

Too sick to work, but not too sick to find time to go 
out on dates he thought wearily. That was the trouble 
with so many of the American students who came over to 
study in Europe, but he'd had the impression from the 
earlier interview that Miss Duncan was different from 
the run-of-the-mill female student. Well, he'd 
apparently been wrong. 

"Sorry to have to run now," he said as he snapped his 
briefcase shut, "but Mrs. Jorgensen is expecting me 
home at seven. Perhaps you could stop by at four 
o'clock on Monday."

"Yes... of course..." Jill agreed. She rose from her 
uncomfortable chair and hurried from the room, relieved 
to have that embarrassing ordeal over with. But as soon 
as she reached the street her sense of liberation 
vanished. Now she had to face Lars Jensen, and she knew 
she'd prefer watching Professor Jorgensen clean his 
glasses from here till eternity if by doing so she 
could avoid confronting the manager of Club 33.

The troubled young redhead made her way slowly from the 
relative safety of the university building toward the 
Walking Street. Today she didn't hold her shoulders and 
head proudly or march in her usual brisk manner; 
instead, her feet dragged along the pavement as though 
she were wearing shackles. 

With every reluctant step she had to force herself from 
turning and running in the opposite direction from Club 
33, but she knew that if she yielded to her temptation 
she would only make her situation more desperate. 
Jensen had been so furious last night that she had no 
doubt he'd make good his threat of retaliation if she 
didn't see him today. Besides, there was the matter of 
the money!

She'd gotten out of the taxi last night, still in a 
state of semi-shock, had blindly handed the driver the 
bill the irate club manager had thrust at her, then 
hurried toward the stairs. To her surprise the driver 
had come running after her, saying something in Danish 
that she couldn't understand. She'd stared at him so 
blankly that he switched to broken English.

"You have left the money which is yours," he said as he 
handed her a pile of bills.

She'd managed to thank him, realizing that Jensen must 
have been so angry he'd accidentally given her a 
hundred kroner bill instead of a ten kroner one. But 
when she reached her room and counted the money, she 
found that it had been a five hundred kroner note... 
almost a hundred dollars!

This was a vast sum of money to the scholarship student 
-- nearly half of what she had to live on for a month, 
and she was certain that when the manager discovered 
his mistake he'd call the police if she didn't return 
the money today.

So Professor Jorgensen is having a speaker on women 
criminals, Jill thought bitterly. Well, I guess that s 
what I am now... a criminal! If anyone had told me that 
this would happen to me even last week, I'd have 
thought they were crazy. Now I think I'm going crazy!

She reached the Walking Street where she'd strolled 
with Erik that first happy day in Copenhagen. She'd do 
anything now to turn back the clock, but, of course, it 
was impossible. There was absolutely nothing for her to 
do but drag her reluctant body through the gay crowds 
of Danes and tourists toward the little side-street 
where Club 33 was located. It was hard to believe that 
she had once been as carefree as the people around her, 
Jill wondered if she'd ever be able to feel that way 
again.

At last the auburn-haired young woman found herself 
standing in front of the anonymous brick building 
housing the club. A discreet gold-lettered sign on the 
heavy door reading, "Club 33 -- Members Only" was the 
only thing that differentiated it from the other 
buildings on the block. Feeling as though she were 
issuing her own death sentence, the fear-haunted 
American student rang the bell. It was opened by an 
exotically clad young man whom she recognized as the 
bartender in the downstairs level of the club.

tars is waiting for you upstairs," he said, his eyes 
running over her curvaceous body with lewd insolence. 
"You know where his office is, ofcourse."

Jill flushed beet-red with embarrassment. Apparently 
the manager had told this man, and probably lots of 
other people, too, about the corrupt things he'd 
discovered Erik and herself doing last night in his 
office. Without answering the leering long-haired 
youth, she began to climb the carpeted stairs, then 
knocked softly on the luxuriant mahogany door. Well, 
this was it -- there was no way of escaping now. A 
protective fatalistic detachment blanketed Jill's 
brain, causing her to feel strangely detached from her 
surroundings and even from her own trembling body.

"Come in," a man's voice called out, and she did so, 
slowly closing the door behind her before turning to 
face the all-too-well remembered club manager. Much to 
her surprise, he had a smile on his handsome, lightly 
freckled face. "I'm glad you've come -- you'd have been 
sorry if you hadn't," he said in a tone so calm that 
Jill hardly recognized it as the same invective-
shouting voice she been hearing over and over in her 
mind all day long. "Sit down," he gestured toward one 
of the leather armchairs close to his desk. "And have a 
smoke -- you look like you need it."

Blinking in disbelief, the bewildered redhead sat down 
gingerly on the edge of the chair with her body poised 
to flee from the expensively decorated office at the 
first possible moment. His unanticipated mild manner 
made Jill feel more ill at ease than if he'd ranted and 
raved, and there was an unsettling gleam in his steel-
blue eyes. The last thing she wanted to do now was to 
accept the small hand-carved ivory pipe that he held 
out to her; every time she'd smoked hashish, she'd 
found herself doing things that she deeply regretted 
later, and today she already felt so far out of control 
that there was no telling how the drug would affect 
her.

"No, thanks," she replied, shaking her head at the pipe 
which he offered as casually as a cup of coffee.

"Oh, yes," he said. "I think you should."

There was an icy commanding tone to his innocuous words 
that told Jill she'd be unwise to resist. "Well, okay," 
she murmured, taking the ivory pipe and drawing in a 
lungful of acrid smoke, then another, and another. 
Perhaps that wasn't such a bad idea after all, she 
decided as her fear-tensed nerves began to relax for 
the first time all day.

The successful sex-club proprietor stared at the young 
auburn-haired girl with a lewd little smile upon his 
lips. His plan was working just fine so far, and he had 
no doubts at all as to its final success. Before the 
night was over, he'd have a new actress, an actress 
whose voluptuous body coupled with her air of wholesome 
innocence made her far more attractive sexually than 
anything his competitors could possibly offer. 

On top of that triumph, he'd have the personal sadistic 
satisfaction of playing God, of corrupting this 
innocent student into a provocative, cynical sex star. 
And he'd have the additional satisfaction of teaching 
his old friend, Erik, a lesson.

Jensen was the sort of man who had to be first in all 
things, a trait that had insured his business success 
but which also contributed to a rather disagreeable 
character. Not only could he not accept life unless he 
was king of the mountain, he also insisted that all the 
people around him must share his opinions and life 
style. 

His basic insecurity and underlying doubts about his 
ruthless pursuit of success and pleasure compelled him 
to convert all those around him to his way of thinking, 
or if that was not possible, to somehow use his power 
and keen intelligence to harm his uncooperative 
victims. So long as people played his game, he was a 
good friend; but when they violated his personal rules, 
as Mortensen had last night, Lars Jensen had to 
retaliate to salve his own wounded ego.

The club manager had thought that Erik would appreciate 
the clever way he'd fooled this innocent young beauty 
into thinking that she'd broken some law so that he 
could blackmail her into performing for him. Up until 
last night, his friend had seemed as content as Lars 
himself about using women in any possible way to gain 
his own satisfaction. 

But when Erik hadn't seen the point of the joke or 
admired his cleverness, Lars had been surprised and 
annoyed. Mortensen had been downright unpleasant, in 
fact. If Erik had just been mad at his friend for 
interrupting before he'd managed to fuck this cute red-
haired piece of ass, Lars would have understood; but 
Erik's obvious concern for the American girl had been 
too much to take.

Lars Jensen chuckled to himself now as he thought of 
the way he had planned to show his friend that all 
women were whores underneath despite whatever facade 
they chose to present to the world. It was all going to 
work so smoothly! As the hashish coursed through his 
body Lars congratulated himself for being so much more 
intelligent than anyone else he knew. Then he turned 
his attention to the voluptuous, half-stoned girl who 
was staring at him in fearful anticipation.

"Well... about our little problem..." he began, 
enjoying the expression of terror on her pretty face. 
"It's a little more serious than I realized last 
night."

"Oh no!" Jill whispered, knotting her hands together in 
her lap as she struggled to stay calm. Even the 
powerful effect of the hashish she had just smoked 
could not erase the dread that ran like an electric 
shock through her trembling body.

"You see, an inspector did see you. He phoned me this 
morning to ask what was going on in my office last 
night."

"Oh no!" Jill repeated, visions of prison, her 
destroyed career, and her horrified parents running 
through her reeling mind.

"Of course, I couldn't tell him what was really going 
on," Lars continued, drumming his fingers on the table 
as he spoke, "so I said that you were a new actress 
rehearsing for my show. But he didn't believe me, I 
could tell that, and I'm sure he'll be back tonight to 
check out my story."

"Your show?" Jill asked. Her mind didn't seem able to 
comprehend what he was talking about. "What show?" she 
said, dreading his answer.

"That's right," Lars smiled in a way that turned Jill's 
heart to ice. "You've never seen one of our live shows, 
have you? Well, I think you'll enjoy playing a star 
role in it, judging from your performance last night."

"What... wh-what do you mean?" the fearful student 
whispered.

"I think it's quite obvious what I mean. Either you are 
going to act in my show tonight, or else one of us is 
going to be arrested -- and it's not going to be me. 
I'll be damned if I'm going to lose my license because 
a little slut like you was prostituting herself on my 
premises without my knowledge!"

"But it wasn't like that..." Jill tried to protest. 
This was by far surpassing her worst suspicions -- she 
was in a situation now that she couldn't even 
understand, much less handle.

"It wasn't?" his voice was cold with disbelief. "Then 
why did you take five hundred kroner with you when you 
left?"

So that was the explanation for the hundred dollar 
"taxi fare"... oh, it was too terrible to be true. 
"But... but I thought it was ten kroner for the taxi!" 
she cried, her voice breaking as tears sprang into her 
green eyes.

"Well, you can tell that to the authorities, but I'm 
not interested in your lies," the cruel manager said, 
feeling more than satisfied with the success of his 
plan. "But I suggest that instead of involving yourself 
in a very messy situation with the police that you just 
go along with my plan. As I said before, I'm sure 
you'll like acting in my show anyway... and it's 
certainly better than jail, even if you don't enjoy 
yourself!"

"Jail!" Jill exclaimed. "Oh please, I'll do anything 
you ask... but don't let them put me in jail!" Perhaps 
if her mind hadn't been so clouded by the hashish she'd 
just smoked, Jill would have been able to see through 
the loopholes in Jensen's perverted plan, but as it was 
she implicitly accepted his words at face value. 
"Anything -- I'll do anything, Mr. Jensen," she pleaded 
as tears began to run down her cheeks.

"Good! I thought you'd agree with me after I explained 
our little problem!" Lars smirked. "First, I want you 
to have another smoke, that way you'll be easier to 
direct in the 'play'. And stop crying -- it'll spoil 
your looks."

"I... I never acted before," Jill said, choking back 
her tears and obediently inhaling the pipe he handed to 
her. "I don't know if I can..."

"Oh, you'll do just fine, I'm sure," the depraved sex-
club manager assured her. "You look just right for the 
part! Now, let's get you into your costume -- it's 
almost curtain time." He walked over to a closet hidden 
behind an enormous potted plant and came back holding 
out a skimpy three-piece outfit made of soft suede and 
a pair of high suede boots. "Hurry up! Try them on and 
see if they fit."

The drugged redhead took the garments, looking at him 
questioningly.

"Where... where's the dressing room?"

"Right here," he snapped. "Hurry -- we don't have much 
time. And don't mind me -- I've already seen your naked 
body, if you'll recall."

I can't stand this! Jill thought to herself. She'd 
never felt so degraded in all her life, and her whole 
body froze as she murmured, "No... I can't...""Of 
course you can! Or maybe you'd rather have me call the 
police?" he said, smiling at the shudder of horror that 
ran through her body again at the use of the word 
"police".

Fresh tears sprang to her eyes, but Jill forced them 
back. Silently she slipped out of her navy blue skirt 
and then slowly lifted off her striped pullover and 
pantyhose. She picked up the skimpy garments, trying to 
figure out how they were supposed to be worn.

"Take off your bra and panties," Lars ordered. And then 
when she hesitated, he repeated in a louder voice, 
"TAKE THEM OFF!"

The drug-dazed young woman obeyed, blushing as she felt 
his piercing eyes surveying her naked flesh. An odd 
little tingle -- -born partly of fear and partly of 
something else -- began to travel through her exposed 
body as she donned the tiny halter top, suede bikini 
panties, and minuscule matching skirt, then laced up 
the high-heeled boots. Everything fit perfectly, and 
the garment was disgustingly revealing, the soft suede 
brushing up against her drug-sensitized flesh felt 
unexpectedly pleasant.

"Good! I thought you were the same size as Helga," the 
corrupt businessman remarked, coming toward her to 
stroke his hands over the tight-fitting skirt and 
halter. The tingling feeling in Jill's loins increased 
at the feel of his hands, she was beginning to feel 
completely depraved now, and it was a surprisingly nice 
way to feel, her drug-befuddled mind thought... This 
depravity in turn created a ripple of excitement which, 
combined with the hashish and the utter helplessness of 
her situation, abruptly brought her hidden masochistic 
impulses boiling to the surface.

"Now here's what you're going to do," Lars instructed, 
his hands continuing to stroke the soft suede covering 
Jill's sensitive breasts and thighs. "You'll take this 
and go out on the stage, and then you'll play with it 
for awhile. If you feel nervous, don't look at the 
audience. Just pretend you're home in your own bedroom. 
The girl in this part is supposed to be shy, anyway." 
The Danish sex-show manager reached into the top drawer 
of his desk and pulled out a pink plastic vibrator of 
the same kind Jill had used before and placed it in her 
hand.

Jill was immobilized, utterly transfixed by a lewd 
vision of herself standing half-naked on a stage before 
a crowd of people, clutching this plastic dildo. Could 
she be hallucinating, was the hashish she'd smoked so 
much of lately causing her to lose her mind? How could 
this man possibly expect her to do such a thing!

"You heard what I said -- now get moving. This show's 
about to start," he said in a cold cruel voice, shoving 
her behind a jungle plant and pushing the horrified 
young redhead out another door. There was the distinct 
sound of a key turning in the lock, and Jill knew that 
there was nothing to do but turn around and face the 
audience whose whistles and sporadic clapping she heard 
behind her.


Chapter 8


Jill Duncan turned slowly around to face the crowded 
semi-circle of spectators seated in tiers a little 
below the low stage where she herself was standing. 
There was a round bed covered by some furry fabric in 
the center of the stage, and psychedelic-hued lights 
were flashing on and off. 

The terrified young American was grateful for the 
lights which half-blinded her drugged eyes and made it 
almost impossible to see the audience. To actually sit 
down on the suggestive stage-prop seemed perverted 
enough in itself, but Jill realized that her trembling 
knees would not support her for very much longer. When 
she reached the bed, the colored lights stopped and 
loud rock music began blaring from a speaker somewhere 
behind her.

Now that the lights were no longer flashing, Jill was 
able to see the audience clearly. There were about 
sixty people in the small dark room, most of them 
middle-aged men in business suits, but a few well-
dressed women and exotically-clad hippie types as well. 
Most of the spectators were sipping cocktails, but the 
long-haired young men were smoking what her nose 
immediately recognized was hashish. And there, in the 
far left corner, were two uniformed policemen!

Naturally the terrified young redhead could not know 
that Lars Jensen had strategically placed two costumed 
employees just where she would be bound to see them, 
and Jill presumed that they must be the police 
inspectors the manager had warned her about. In her 
drugged condition, her mind leap-frogged from illogic 
to logic and finally analyzed her trapped position; if 
she didn't go on with the show, they'd arrest her for 
all the obscene things she had done with Erik the night 
before. There was no choice but to use the vibrator 
right there in front of all these leering people!

Luckily, the dope had the blessed effect of making 
everything seem a little unreal. Jill rationalized the 
entire thing by pretending she were living through the 
most frightening nightmare of her life, and this made 
it possible for her to turn on the penis-shaped 
instrument that the manager had placed in her shaking 
hands. It came to life with a loud purring sound, its 
quivering motion giving her an unexpected feeling of 
confidence.

I'll do like Mr. Jensen said -- it's the only way I can 
go through with this, Jill decided. I'll just try to 
believe that all these people aren't here at all that 
I'm alone at home. Closing her green eyes, the half-
naked young redhead leaned back on the big round bed 
and lifted the plastic dildo to her full breasts.

It was actually not nearly as difficult as she'd 
expected it to be. So long as she kept her eyes closed, 
the quivering movements of the stimulating vibrator on 
her drugged body relaxed her. After the two 
unfulfilling sexual encounters of the past two days, 
the young redhead's sensuous body was immediately 
aroused and began to tingle with depraved excitement.

The cleavage of the provocative suede halter top was so 
low that Jill had no trouble reaching her sensitive 
little nipples with the vibrator. After running the 
lewd plastic cock around first one, then the other, she 
felt her body begin a responsive quivering as thin 
fingers of hot shameless lust sped from her fully 
erected nipples straight down to her suede-covered 
loins. 

A tremulous sigh rose from her chest as her desire-
swollen vaginal lips began to throb against the tight-
fitting bikini panties, and she began to slide the 
dildo down over her youthful, almost virginal flesh 
toward the lustfully aroused area up between her legs.

Suddenly a loud voice from the audience sounded above 
the music, shattering the magic bubble that had been 
surrounding the drugged girl's mind. "Come on, baby!" 
the drunken voice called out, "let's see you fuck 
yourself!" A few other people began clapping in excited 
approval.

How can I be doing this? Jill's mind, temporarily 
cleared of all protective illusions, cried out. How can 
I lie here masturbating in front of these people -- how 
can I? Yet inconceivable as it was, she knew that she 
would continue this depraved act -- and that she would 
even enjoy it! The very obscenity of the situation 
excited her even more, and she knew she was heading for 
that powerful orgasm she'd so long awaited.

I'm perverted! I'm doing the worst thing I could 
possibly do! she told herself, experiencing an intense 
thrill of delight at the idea. Yes -- and I like doing 
it too! And with that admission ringing in her brain, 
she lowered the throbbing dildo directly over the space 
between her parted legs.

"If you wanna be fucked, I'll take care of it for you!" 
a voice shouted down at her. Jill's eyes popped open in 
astonishment to see an enormous naked man, who looked 
Arabic, standing above her, his long thick cock 
standing straight out from his hair-covered loins, his 
lust-hardened penis wagged menacingly at her as he took 
a few steps toward her trembling young body.

"Oh God!" she gasped. The music had softened as soon as 
the big male strode onto the stage, and her exclamation 
was clearly audible to the audience. "Noooooooo!" she 
cried, badly frightened. Mr. Jensen hadn't said 
anything about this -- was this man just someone from 
the audience, or had she been tricked? Then, as he bent 
down over her and without warning began yanking off her 
skimpy garments, the redheaded American girl stopped 
speculating and began screaming in genuine terror.

"STOP! STOP! OH GOD, please don't do this to me!" she 
wailed, but the naked man paid no attention to her 
horror-stricken protests as he ripped off her flimsy 
panties.

"GONNA SHOW YOU HOW A REAL MAN FUCKS!" the muscular, 
Arabian-appearing male shouted down at her, brandishing 
his huge cudgel of flesh in one hand.

The leering crowd. naturally thinking it was all an 
imaginative new act, began to roar out their approval. 
"Yeah, man, give it to her!" several drunken voices 
echoed, and others began to clap and stamp their feet 
on the carpeted floor that produced an effect like that 
of excited drumbeats.

Then, before the stunned young redhead realized what 
was happening, the dark-haired man had pulled her 
wildly thrashing legs apart and was kneeling over her 
with his immense penis pointed straight at her cringing 
little cunt. She tried to struggle away, but his strong 
arms easily pinned her back against the bed. A second 
later, Jill felt the blunt head of his immense cock 
pressing up against her hair-covered pussy.

A moan of anguish and fear rose in her throat as she 
gazed with fearful eyes at the size of his dark-skinned 
penis. She'd thought Dizzy's was big, but this man's 
seemed to be at least twice as large. He would rip her 
in two... or maybe even kill her. Her physical terror 
was so great that the drugged auburn-haired American 
girl didn't even consider how obscene and perverted 
this whole scene appeared to the fascinated audience.

"No, you'll kill me!" she gasped out. "No... NOOOOOOO!"

"Tight little cunt you've got," the man sneered. "But 
don't worry -- you'll be loving my cock in your belly 
before too long!" And with that he shoved his powerful 
hips forward and drove his blood swollen cock deep into 
her narrow cuntal opening without a thought of pain or 
injury to her delicate female organ. If her vagina had 
not been so lewdly moistened by her self-induced 
arousal, his massive penis would never have been able 
to enter her nearly-virginal pussy. The pain was so 
intense that Jill couldn't even scream. 

A black, star-studded cloud of agony passed before her 
eyes as she struggled to regain her breath, and she 
held her violated body absolutely still for fear that 
any move on her part might increase the already 
unendurable pain. His huge pulsing hardness filled 
every inch of her widely-stretched pussy depths, and 
the massive cock-head had expanded the walls of her 
aching vagina so much that she feared she would never 
be able to walk again. It felt as though a giant 
pulsating rod of fire were slowly burning away her 
delicate cuntal tissue.

"Shit, you've got the sweetest little pussy I ever 
felt," the man above her groaned, mercifully holding 
his thick penis still for a few moments to allow her to 
adjust to its immense girth. He removed his hands from 
her shoulders - there was no possibility of the 
pinioned girl trying to escape now -- and began to 
squeeze and knead the large mounds of her perfectly-
formed breasts and to tweak at the rose-tipped nipples. 
Then, as soon as he felt her slender body gradually 
responding to his teasing hands, he pushed his huge 
cock even deeper inside her tightly clasping pussy.

"Aaaarrrrggggghhhhh," groaned Jill, hoping against hope 
that she would pass out. The dark-haired man flexed his 
male flesh a second time, and then, seemingly satisfied 
for a moment, let his throbbing shaft lie motionless 
inside the violated walls of her trembling young cunt.

He stared down at her nakedly impaled body and then 
grinned lewdly as his powerful hands left her breasts 
and moved around her back down to her tightly clenched 
ass-cheeks. Taking one in each large hand, the dark man 
began massaging her sensitive buttock-flesh and forcing 
her to move her hips in a lewd undulating motion. Much 
to the anguished young girl's surprise, the pain in her 
tight-stretched cuntal channel gradually began to 
diminish, and by the time he again thrust his thick 
hardness inside her vagina, her groan was more in 
pleasure than in pain.

It couldn't be possible, but Jill realized that she was 
once again feeling the depraved throbbings of desire 
deep within her belly. The Arab's penis was so enormous 
that it stimulated her clitoris to immediate taut 
erection, and the resulting flames of hot arousal 
stimulated all the young woman's latent masochistic 
excitement. 

Within a few minutes she was undulating her buttocks of 
her own accord, while the skillful sex-show star once 
again began to massage and pinch the sensitive flesh of 
her breasts. Jill began to mewl in helpless passion 
beneath his impaling penis's smooth, rhythmic, strokes, 
her desire rising with every passing second. "Feels 
good, doesn't it?" he sneered down at her. "You like my 
big cock, don't you, you hot little bitch!"

"Ahhhhhh... ohhhhhhhh..." the lust-maddened young girl 
moaned, her long red hair flailing wildly around her 
passion-contorted face and her body writhing in 
undeniable need beneath his strong, sweat-glistening 
loins. She was no longer conscious of anything except 
the potent heated waves of ecstasy that were building 
deep within her cock-stuffed vagina. 

The incredibly depraved fact that a crowd of complete 
strangers were witnessing her obscene torment only 
served as a stimulant to the no longer-innocent law 
student's insatiable desire to be filled with this 
Arab's hotly throbbing male hardness. Flaunting her own 
perverted exhibitionism, Jill began to scream out 
shocking obscenities to the powerful body who was so 
relentlessly skewering into her upthrusting little 
vagina.

"Fuck me... give me your cock... fuck me hard! Hard!" 
she cried as she screwed her trembling ass-cheeks up to 
meet each body jolting thrust. His long blood-engorged 
penis rammed to the hilt into her splayed pussy-lips, 
and she could feel his sperm-inflated testicles 
slapping against her squirming buttocks with a lewd 
sound that echoed throughout the showroom. 

"Give it to me!" she wailed, almost out of her mind 
now. Jill could feel her orgasm surfacing now, each 
powerful plunge of his throbbing penis bringing her a 
little closer to her long-awaited climax, and she 
strained every single muscle in her sweat-covered body 
toward him? pleading wantonly for his thick rampaging 
cock.

The audience -- even the most jaded of the sex-show 
employees, were responding to her blatant cries of 
extreme erotic ecstasy. They called out lewd 
encouragements, savoring this unusual spectacle of 
obviously unfaked passion.

Only one person in the dimly-lit room was not 
exhibiting any excitement. Erik Mortensen stood just 
inside the show room, staring at Jill's wanton 
exhibition with a sinking feeling in the pit of his 
stomach. His failure to become aroused by the salacious 
spectacle surprised him, after all, hadn't he wanted 
the uptight American girl to lose her inhibitions, 
hadn't he wanted to see her writhing and begging for 
satisfaction? But not with some Arab -- not with just 
anyone! his mind protested. To his amazement, he 
realized that he no longer desired the voluptuous 
redhead. He wouldn't be able to fuck her now if he had 
to.

"I'M CUMMING!" the lust-inflamed young woman wailed. 
"KEEP FUCKING... KEEP FUCKING ME FOREVER!" Jill knew in 
a sudden moment of clarity that she meant just that -- 
from now on, nothing else would matter except this 
exquisite sensation of a man's penis pounding in and 
out of her insatiable pussy. Her law career, her 
family, everything that she'd held to be important 
until now ceased to interest her. All she wanted to be 
able to do was to fuck and fuck and fuck...

As her explosive orgasm began, her drugged mind split 
open into a thousand rainbow-colored pieces as her 
frantically clenching pussy spasmed again and again 
around the thick pulsating hardness buried deep within 
her vagina. With muscles she'd never suspected she 
possessed, she sucked the Arab's spurting cum deep up 
into her belly, abandoned animalistic cries spewing 
from her mouth in her mindless ecstasy until she 
finally collapsed in a limp, sweat-streaked heap 
beneath this dark stranger who had changed her life 
forever.

While the raucous spectators were still cheering and 
clapping with wild enthusiasm, Erik Mortensen slipped 
out the door and stood in the empty corridor with his 
head in his hands. He didn't hear his friend, Lars 
Jensen, coming up behind him, and jumped nervously when 
the grinning manager tapped him on the shoulder.

"Well, how did you like that!" Jensen gloated. He could 
tell by the expression on his friend's face that he'd 
learned his lesson, all right, from now on he'd know 
what women were made of! "Gotta thank you for giving me 
the sex-star of the century... they loved her in there, 
didn't they!"

Erik stared at the other man for a moment, then turned 
and without a word made his way down the stairs and out 
of the door. He didn't hate Lars; after all, even 
though the club manager had somehow tricked Jill into 
performing in his show, he hadn't had anything to do 
with her rampantly lust felt response. Nevertheless, he 
couldn't stand to see Lar's self-satisfied sadistic 
smile for another second... he had to be alone.

Leaving his car where he'd parked it an hour ago, the 
tall blond Dane started to walk back to his flat, 
taking an out-of-the-way route that led past the lakes. 
He hadn't come this way for a long time -- not since he 
was a student -- but somehow the calm water and 
peacefully sleeping ducks and swans eased the pain he 
felt inside. Strange new thoughts filled the normally 
carefree young mans disturbing thoughts that he 
suddenly didn't want to understand.

"Oh, what the hell," he muttered at last, turning away 
from the lakes to head down a brightly lit street. 
"Might as well get drunk..."

Behind him, in the Club, the wildly excited audience 
was going out of its collective mind as, with a lewd 
smile of gratitude - the young American girl willingly 
sank to her knees in front of the Arab, and of her own 
accord opened her wetly parted lips to perform only the 
first of many encores to come...

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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