The Tortured Tourists
Chapter 4
Ann Fleming had steeled herself to meet almost any kind of
abuse she could imagine. What she had seen in the photos
delivered to the hotel convinced her that she could expect sexual
assaults from either Gerault, Le Boeuf, or both. She had not seen
the photos taken just a few minutes before, in this room, nor had
there been any opportunity to learn what Chuck and Darla had
undergone while upstairs.
She didn't really want to know. She could imagine all too
easily the further rape of her look-alike daughter by these
Frenchmen. And she didn't like to think of that sleazy, smelly
Yvette toying with Chuck's equipment, either. She didn't like the
thought of those family jewels, which had given her so many
pleasurable delights, in the garbage-like vault of that French
whore!
Nor did she care to picture her son's defilement by the
woman. Yet, she knew it must be intended. Just as she fully
expected to be invaded by the Frenchmen who now ushered her into
the bedroom.
"Take off all your clothing!" Gerault ordered them.
Ann almost protested against their forcing both the mother
and the son to disrobe in the same room. But she remembered the
threats issued downstairs, and decided to hold her tongue. As she
removed her clothes, she detected the faint smell of semen in the
room. A little shudder ran through her. That smell was always an
aphrodisiac trigger for her. Even now, under these agonizing
circumstances, it got to her.
She felt their eyes on her, and knew they were admiring her
ripe body, which had retained its lushness with scarcely an added
wrinkle or ounce of fat, since Tommy's birth. She was thinking of
Tommy, and of the delight she'd experienced when he nursed on her
milk-laden breasts as an infant. Now, as he undressed in her
presence with obvious embarrassment she noticed that he was very
much the virile young man. In recent years, since he'd struggled
through the first stages of puberty, she hadn't seen him without
at least a pair of shorts or bathing trunks. he certainly was not
her "Little boy" any more. In fact,she colored blushingly when
he inadvertently looked her way.
She stood there, vulnerable in her nudity try, and felt the
quick touch of his gaze on her body. It made her feel more
exposed to be seen by her own son than by these depraved strangers
who were their captors.
Tommy was blushing, too. The sight of his mother's unclothed
body affected him strangely. Mothers were supposed to be
different from other women. He realized that they had the same
basic equipment, but somehow it seemed indecent that this woman
who had given birth to him and cared for him all these years,
should have the ripe, exciting figure of a girl many years younger
than her 39 winters.
Those full, firm-looking globes that he knew he had nursed as
a baby showed almost no tendency to sag, and the sleek lines of
her hips, swelling out from that tiny waist, were all too much
like those of a pinup girl in one of the men's magazines. He kept
his eyes completely averted, after that one accidental glance, but
the femaleness of that golden-tanned body and the bright blonde
triangle which decorated the juncture of thighs and belly,
remained as an image burned on his brain.
"Okay!" said Gerault, startling them both with the
suddenness of his voice in the embarrassed silence of the room.
"Get in the bed! Quickly!" Ann moved slowly backward until her
legs bumped the edge of the bed, then sat down.
"I am going to tell you what I told Mr. Fleming. Then I
shall expect complete cooperation from both of you: Mr. Fleming
has refused to pay us when his daughter's safety depended upon it.
I am convinced that he will pay to protect the reputation of every
member of his family. Pride can be a strange thing.
"Therefore, we will take pictures of all of you pictures
which he will be anxious to destroy, before they can be seen by
others. If he then pays us what we ask, we will let him destroy
the pictures. You see, this is the only way we have of dealing
with a man of his stubborn convictions.
"Now, we have wasted enough time with this family. So, from
here on, you will do exactement as you are told, quickly, and
without hesitation. If you do not, there will be pain. Your
daughter, Mrs. Fleming, already bears a painful proof of what I
tell you. It is up to you if you also receive much pain. So! We
waste not another minute! Into bed, both of you!"
Ann drew up her legs, keeping them chastely together, and lay
out full length on the bed. Tommy crawled in beside her, keeping
to the other side of the bed. There were several inches of space
between them.
"Now, you Tom-mee, is it not. you will place your left hand
on her hip. Quickly!" Tommy's hand reached out, and he had to
turn his body toward her to stretch the distance. Ann, out of the
corners of her eyes, saw that he would have to slide his hand and
wrist across the area of her womanly triangle to obey the command,
so she rolled over toward him on her side, moving the forbidden
forest out of the danger zone. When his hand touched the warm
flesh of her hip, she gasped involuntarily. The ends of his
fingers were lightly resting on the sensitive skin of her buttock
a tingle went through her at the contact.
"Now, your mouth on her breast!" commanded Gerault.
Tommy hesitated a fraction of a second, then saw the
Frenchman moving closer to Ann's side of the bed. He was blowing
on the tip of a lit cit,arette, and there was an evil joyful light
in his eyes. Had Gerault been moving toward him, Tommy was sure
he would have refused to obey. But he knew it was his mother who
would pay for it. And Gerualt seemed to want an excuse to display
his sadism.
Quickly, Tommy moved closer, until his head was at the level
of her breasts. He touched the side of the pale golden hillock
with his lips, and Gerault stopped the advance of the glowing
cigarette.
"Movement!" ordered Gerualt. "Use your lips and tongue; stir
up the n pple! We must have convincing photogrophaphs."
Tommy's lips parted, and he traced a light trail up the side
of the tender globe to the irregularly textured surface at its
peak. He felt a thrill as the softness touched the tip of his
tongue.
Ann was struggling to control her outlaw sexuality, but the
warm damp lips and tongue were too much for her. She felt the
blossoming of nipple as it rose between the caressing lips,and
her lungs filled with a gasp of air that almost whistled through
her teeth.
- Tommy felt the tender morsel spring into his mouth, and
then the hidden memories of his infancy combined with the strong,
urgent cravings of his virile young body, and he sucked at the
springy tidbit, then teased it with lips and tongue. The thrill
of such a forbidden act struck him unexpectedly. His defenses
were not equal to the power of his cravmgs.
He worked hungrily at the tender meal, and the moaning of his
mother's voice was a strange sound in his ears. Then her hands
were grasping his head, moving him away from his exciting feast.
He was panting as she guided his mouth to her other warm
hemisphere, and the damp heat of his passionate exhalations
stirred the nipple of this other globe to early blossom.
His lips seized it eagerly, and he sucked at its softness,
stretching it from its first budding into a swollen sponge. Ann
moaned loudly as the action stirred her to the core.
"Take his cock in your hand!" commanded the Frenchman, and
Ann reached under Tommy's arm and sought the flesh of his manhood.
As she reached, she had to roll slightly away from him with her
hips, to make room for her exploring hand and arm, so that just as
she grasped his excitedly stiffening rod, the hand he had placed
on her hip was trailed across the front of her upper thigh and
then halted in the blonde forest of her loins.
She felt him swell in her hand as he thrilled to the feel of
her heated flesh under his fingers. Then she whimpered as she
spread her thighs, and the swelling outer lips of her womanhood
parted, capturing his fingertips in the damp heat of her fleshy
canyon.
Tommy's pulse raced as he felt the hot lips under his
fingers, and the wetness he encountered was an invitation to
explore. His hand shifted as he sought out the uppermost cleft,
then gently massaged the fleshy protrusion hidden there.
It was infinitely more exciting than previous experiences
he'd had most of them in the drive-in movie at home. This seemed
so much more serious so mature. Even as he felt the guilt of its
wrongness, his passion increased. The hand which was closed over
his pulsing hardness had started to move, and the friction was
driving him wild.
"Now! Get above her, and put your cock inside her!" came
the order.
He tried to move, but his knees were like jelly, and it took
him quite a while to get up on all fours and position himself
above her. Ann had started to spread her legs wider in
anticipation, but suddenly she rebelled. A belated surge of
conscience made her close her thighs to her son as he hovered
above her. Then the pain struck!
Gerault's lighted cigarette pressed against her cheek, and he
ground it against the tender flesh. She shrieked as the pain
spread over her face, the tears rolled down onto the bed in
streams. Tommy started to clamber up out of his position, ready
to attack the sadist in anger. His stiffened member lost its
rigidity, and his excitement cooled as if he'd been thrust into a
tub of ice water.
The Frenchman watched him start to spring from the bed, then
cut short any ideas about revenge.
"You will not help your mother by being troublesome. Au
contraire! Every move you make against us everything you do to
delay our little circus will cost her another painful burn. You
do not want that beautiful face destroyed, do you?"
Tommy settled back onto the bed, defected. He was half-
kneeling, half-squatting, and his eyes were dark with his
frustrated ed anger. But Gerault laughed at him, then spoke to
Ann.
"The same is true with you. You have felt the taste of my
displeasure. After this, when it is you who fails to cooperate,
your son will suffer the pain. Now! You will both begin once
more! At the point where you stopped! Quickly!"
Tommy looked down at himself, and both Ann and the Frenchman
followed his gaze. It was obvious that he was in no condition to
penetrate anything. Ann's heart went out to him. Even his virile
father had suffered temporary impotency when lesser disturbances
had interrupted his boudoir athletics. But Gerault was laughing
at him.
"We will fix that. Yvette! See if you can't wake up the
young man's sleeping beauty with your clever mouth!" The slattern
moved toward the bed, dropping her cnrnera atop the pile of
clothes on a chair.
"No!" Ann shouted. "I won't have her touch him! If it must
be done, I will do it myself!" As Yvette stopped in her tracks,
and the satanic Frenchman grinned his enjoyment of the maneuver,
Ann reversed her position hurriedly, crawling toward the foot of
the bed where her son still remained in his squatting-kneeling
position.
She placed a hand on his thigh as she neared her goal, and
gave it a loving squeeze. She spoke to him in a low voice, not
looking up at his face, as if trying to avoid any further
emotional pressures.
"Close your eyes, and think of nothing but the moment. Try
to let your body function as it will, and enjoy what has to
happen. It is the only way we will prevent further misery."
With no more hesitation than it took to get out the few
words, she bent over him. As her lips touched him, high up on his
inner thigh, he felt a thrilling tingle of contact. Then her
tongue was snaking out, trailing up across the curly thatch of his
groin, then down to the base of his limp penis.
She took the flaccid shaft in her mouth, right at the base of
its connection to his torso, holding it briefly in her teeth, as a
dog would grasp a bone. She gently shook her head, worrying the
reluctant warrior in her mouth. Then her teeth relaxed their
grip, and she slid her lips and tongue out toward the tip, noting
the surprising length of this unarmed cannon.
He's just like his father, she thought. Every inch a man,
and plenty of inches! Even when he's not ready for action! It
feels so good in my mouth. Even Chuck doesn't know how much I
really like to have his big cock in my mouth! He'd probably be
shocked. I believe he thinks that I do this for him just to
please him, but I can get creamed over the feel and taste of his
cock quicker than any other way. I love it when he Sucks me with
it, but it's so much more exciting to have that hot, sof t-hard
flesh in my mouth! Oh, Chuck! Your cock excites me so!
As she gradually managed, by association, to convince herself
that it was her mate, and not her son, whose stiffening flesh she
was having with her lips and tongue, she felt her legs being moved
by Tommy's firm, young hands. What a wonderful mother! Tommy was
thinking. To keep me from being contaminated by that filthy,
syphilitic whore, she's taking my cock in, her sweet mouth. And,
God help me! I like it. It's driving me wild! I've got to do it
for her, too, to help her try to get some relief from this, and
keep her from worrying about what we're being forced to do.
He grasped her kneeling legs, and moved them out from under
her, almost making her lose her oral grasp on him. Then he rolled
her over, changing his position until he was poised with his mouth
over her blonde-feathered loins. He moved her thighs apart, and
watched as her fleshy nether lips swollen from the blood they had
engorged during the earlier excitement parted to reveal the
delightful pinkness of her most private area.
The faint, pissy muskiness of her rose to his nostrils, and
he was surprised to fi~d that the scent excited him. He touched
his tongue to the swollen lips, stroking them as they darkened
with the in creasing re-engorgement of blood. Suddenly they were
beginning to be more wet, and the lubricious flow of her passion
seemed to replace the moisture as fast as he could lick it up.
She was making little, whimpering, mewing sounds from around
the swollen shaft of flesh that filled her mouth, and her breath,
which had to come from her nostrils while her mouth was filled,
felt hot on Tommy's hairy sac, which lay on her face. It aroused
him to new levels of excitement, and he feasted hungrily but
tenderly on the wet, magenta flesh of her opened blossom.
Her hips were rotating slowly beneath his head, with an
occasional gentle thrust upward, making his tongue and lips press
frequently at the erectly swollen bud of her sensitivity. He
grasped the fleshy protrusion with his lips, reveling in its
unbelievable soft surface and tender hardness from within. His
nose was dipping into the wet, flowing entrance of her passage.
Who would have thought a woman's cunt would be so delicious!
he marveled. It's so damned excitingly female, open like that,
and helpless. I can plunder it all I want. He was lost in the
depth of his passionate experience, and the body he assaulted so
eagerly was now just an exciting female body.
Ann's juices were so stirred up first by her oral
satisfaction, then by the thoroughness of the attentions being
given her heated nether flesh that she was lost in the deep
twilight that precedes a woman's complete fulfillment.
Finally, her flowing loins were so swollen with her driving
pulse that she let the huge penis slip from her lips as it pulled
back in one of the pumping strokes which had been thrusting into
her mouth, and cried out in her aching passion.
"Drink me! Oh-h-h! Drink me all up! Eat me good! Oh-h-h!"
The mouth worked faster, trying to remove the lubricious
cream of her overflow as fast as it could appear. The excitement
was too much for him, and his penis-now rubbing against the lips
and chin below it, started to leak its first drops from the safety
valve.
Ann felt the first hot, damp drops on her neck and breasts,
and she grabbed the pulsing shaft and forced it back into her
mouth. As it pumped its spurting gobs of semen, she swallowed it,
and continued to suck and swallow,whilemilking the rear of the
long rod with the hand whih grasped it.
Tommy was moaning into the hot, musky wetness of the blossom
in which he feasted, until he felt as though his very soul was
being sucked from his body. Then he gave a loud groan, and rolled
from his position, falling exhaustedly onto the bed on his face.
Ann, who had reached the second of her complete orgasms, lay
there, as spent as Tommy. She felt Tommy's hand gently pat her
thigh, and realized that it was not the aftermath love pat of a
satisfied male, so much as a consoling gesture from son to mother.
She was also aware of the final shutter click as Yvette filmed the
evidence of their collapse.
She realized that her legs were wide open, and her wet nest
felt cool in the slight breeze which lead begun to flow in through
the bedroom window. She wondered vaguely if this were the
beginning of one of the windstorms her husband had described.
What was it they called it a mistral? Yes, and she'd wondered if
the name first belonged to the winds, or the famous poet laureate
of Provencal.
"Okay. Now you may use the bathroom. You first, Mrs.
Fleming."
Ann rose from the bed and allowed Yvette to lead her down the
hall to the bathroom. She spotted the bidet, and headed for it.
In seconds, she was feeling the vast relief which accompanies the
emptying of an overloaded bladder. Then she was cooling her
tingling genitals with the water from the bidet.
When she had squeegeed off all the excess water she could
there were no towels in evidence she turned to the open door where
Yvette had stood, observing her. Then she was herded back down
the hall to the bedroom.
Yvette motioned with her head, and Tommy followed her sign,
leaving the others to be guided to the bathroom. He tried to shut
the door, but Yvette prevented him, waving the silenced pistol at
his belly.
"I am to keep you under watch at all times," she said.
"Certainly a handsome man like you need not be ashamed to be seen
by a woman. You should be proud of that beautiful thing you wear
between your legs. I think I will ask Gerault if I can have some
of it."
He blushed, but stood there, trying to relieve his bladder as
she watched. He found that he had to concentrate, but finally his
desperate physical need overcame his psychological block, and he
urinated a heavy stream into the porcelain commode.
Yvette watched as he shook off the last drops, then as he
turned to look for the lavatory to wash his hands she lifted her
skirt with her free hand, keeping the pistol trained on him. As
she grabbed it up past her thighs and held it against her belly,
he saw the black hair of her mounded pubis and the slightly
distended outer lips, a wet gleam of dark red flesh. As he
watched, the lips winked at him, and Yvette chuckled lustily.
"See what a nice kiss it makes for you?" she asked. "Would
it not be nice to have it kiss like that on the end of your so
beautiful cock?" She continued to laugh as he washed his hands
and shook them to dry them, then herded him back to the others.
"Well. The hero of our little drama is back. Now we can
proceed." Gerault was relishing every moment of his domination
over them.
"You did not yet complete the orders I gave you. It seems
that you were both so hungry for soixante-neuf that you could not
stop to do a little fucking for the camera. Eh, bien! You have
just reversed the order in which we had planned to photograph you.
Now, we will continue with the other: du meme chose, ne c=B9est pas
He gestured them toward the bed, and they crawled onto the
crumpled bedclothes and lay there, waiting to see what was next.
"Madame, you have expended the young man's seed with your
hunger. Now you will make love to him a little, until he is ready
to enter you, and then you will take him inside you for our final
pictures." As he finished speaking, Gerault blew warr=9Eingly on
the glowing tip of a freshly lit cigarette.
Ann turned to her son, reaching out to him, and his arms
opened to take her. There was fear and guilt and shame in their
eyes as their gazes met briefly. But there was something else.
This first opportunity to look into each other's eyes told them
both that they were sharing pleasure as well as pain and fear.
They embraced each other with a powerful need. The need to
drive away the feelings of guilt and shame, and to drown
themselves in the forced pleasure of their contact Neither knew
what the future held for them, after these forbidden activities,
but they knew that the quickest way to end things was to resolve
the problem at hand meet the requirements of the sadistic Gerault.
Their lips met, and for the first time in his life, Tommy was
not thinking like a son when he kissed his mother's lips. And Ann
could only compare it in reverse, as she recalled the time when at
fourteen, and full of the bursting forces of her blossoming
womanhood she had kissed her father on the mouth, and knew that
she must never kiss him again, excepting on the cheek.
Now, her memory of that journey into puberty seemed to
stimulate her quiescent sexuality into fresh stirrings that
trembled through her rapidly heating body. She thrust her tongue
into Tommy's mouth, and he eagerly sucked at it, and caressed it
with his own tongue. In seconds, she felt the stiffening evidence
of his youthful virility rising steadily, its firm tip tracing a
path up her thighs until it pressed against the soft flesh of her
lower belly.
His hands were caressing her body, now. His fingers traced
pencils of heat over her back and hips. Then he was clutching the
firm cheeks of her buttocks, massaging them tenderly to the tempo
of his increasing passion.
She moved her hips until his hardened flesh pressed her just
where she wanted it, then made tiny movements which kept up a
constant massage of her needy spot.
They were gasping for air, now, and their mouths separated.
He moved his head, kissing her pantingly on neck and shoulders,
then trying to kiss her swollen breasts. The shift of his body
removed the source of her greatest pleasure, but she waited,
giving him his feast at both breasts until the n pples were
achingly distended, and she was moaning from the results.
Then she pulled his head up to hers, and kissed him again.
As his head moved, his torso shifted, and the hot head of his tool
was pulsing against her belly. She opened her thighs, and slipped
her hips upward, then let them ride back downward with his wand
captively sandwiched between the dip nether lips which had grasped
it.
Once again, she started to move in short, gentle strokes,
making the captured flesh massage her own tiny wand. Their mouths
were tightly pressed together, their tongues thrusting and
searching.
As the momentum of her passion gained speed, she suddenly
sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, and his hands slid upward
to cup the firm globes of her breasts. Her hands went down to
grasp him, then she guided him into the spread petals of her wetly
open passage.
Then he was inside her, and pressing deeply into the
grasping, throbbing folds that seemed to pull him on, faster and
faster. Until he felt the fluttering touch of some wildly moving
thing inside her, nibbling delicately at the sensitive head of his
penis
My beautiful mother! he thought, from some subconscious area
that refused to trigger his passion-mad conscience. I'm Sucking
my own sweet, juicy mother! Oh, God! What's that inside her
that's grabbing my cock like that? I've got to get away from it.
It's driving me out of my mind!
He pulled backward to escape the maddening teasing of her
involuntarily grazing hold on him. Then he was thrusting, pumping,
in and out, as she rotated her buttocks beneath him. Then she
cried out in the throes of her heated excitement.
"Oh! Fuck me hard! Stick it in all the way! Oh-h-h-h-h!"
She writhed under him, and her mouth was tight, teeth close
together, lips barely parted. A hissing sound came from between
her teeth as she fought for air while her jaws were locked in
ecstasy.
Then she was trembling, and her body shook under him with the
depth of her climax. He had just probed to her innermost wall,
and the tiny hand-like grasping had him again! He felt the
fluttering over his sensitive nerve ends, then he lost control,
and his hot fluid poured into the fleshy folds of her pussy. He
groaned as the ecstatic feeling overwhelmed him, and then he lay
still, poised above her, weight resting on hands and knees, until
he could stop shaking enough to roll off to the side.
I came inside her. He was horrified for a moment,
remembering what he'd heard of the monstrous offspring which could
result from such inbreeding. My God! I shot my load into my
mother! Then he recalled the earlier discussion in the cellar,
and the pill that he had seen her take before they came up here.
Oh, God! I hope it works! Ah poor mother!
"You may use the bathroom again," said Gerault. Tommy was
glad he could wait until his mother was through. He felt as if
his bones had turned to rubber. Yvette was coating the surfaces
of her last few pictures with the preservative which fixed them
permanently, so Gerault guarded Ann as she went down the hall.
She waited for him to leave the room, but he stood there, grinning
at her.
She sighed in resignation as she moved over the bidet and
squatted down. She busied herself flushing out the blobs and
strings of whitish semen her son had spurted into her. Then she
cleansed her entire genital area with the soothing water.
When she turned her head to see if Gerault was watching her,
she sucked in her breath as her lips met the tip of the
Frenchman's rigid member. He had stealthily moved up beside her
as she sat there, washing herself, and had levered his penis out
of his slacks, holding it right beside her cheek.
As her lips opened to gasp, he was ready, and the hard flesh
went into her mouth so far that his hairy belly, which peeped
through the open slot of his undershorts, pressed against her
nose. His hands were around her head, and he began pumping
himself into her mouth and throat, until she almost gagged.
then he withdrew it a little, and she grabbed the rear part
of the fleshy shaft to keep it from again going in so deeply. She
was wise enough not to resist his attentions, and began to work on
him, trying to finish the matter as quickly as possible.
But her rebel sexuality betrayed her, and soon she found
herself hungrily mouthing him and stroking his shaft with one
hand, while her other hand slipped into his shorts and kneaded his
hairy sac with gentle, but eager caresses.
He was groaning at the sensations she induced in him, and
soon he dug his fingers in her blonde tresses and cried out, as he
worked his hips to drive his meat into her mouth.
Then he was spewing his lust inside her, and it flowed down
her throat as she sucked the swollen tip so expertly that he
groaned and withdrew it. One last trickle was just seeping out,
and it made a sticky string that drooled across her lips and chin,
then hung wetly, dangling over her breasts.
She leaned over the bidet and turned on the water, then
rinsed off her face and stood up. Gerault was smiling as he
tucked himself back into his clothes. Then he waited as she went
to the lavatory and gargled with warm water. He laughed at her.
"It would seem that the juice of the Frenchman is not as
tasty as that of the American," he said. "But then perhaps it is
only that you are accustomed to the one taste more than the
other." He laughed again as they went back down the hall.
Ann dressed while Tommywas in the bathroom. When he had
returned and dressed, they were led out the stairway, and taken
back into the cellar.
Darla was looking anxiously at them as they were brought in,
but Fleming, from years of habit, was sleeping after his sexual
episode. As soon as the mother and son were shackled, Gerault and
Yvette came over and unlocked her cuffs. Then they unlocked
Fleming's, after which they shook him until he was awake.
"We will now finish our pictures of you two," he said. Then
perhaps we can all get some sleep, non?"
