NOEL, NOEL

Her name was Noel, just like Christmas, and she was a Christmas present of a girl. And she was offering herself as a present to me, offering her body to me, and I was not about to turn that present down. I'm not young anymore, and Noel was. I'm not particularly attractive, being kind of short and paunchy and balding, and Noel was as attractive a girl as I'd ever seen. For sure the prettiest girl in the office, and though most of them weren't much, there were a few lookers. I'm kind of sloppy and casual; I dress for comfort rather than fashion, and Noel was always trim and neat and put together. You wouldn't think a girl like that would do what I caught her doing, which was stealing.

       There had been a series of thefts in the office recently, a couple of the women had their wallets taken from their purses, somebody's watch had gone missing when he'd left it on his desk, stuff like that. Nobody knew who the thief was, of course, but suspicion was being cast around. Some people said it had to be a certain guy who was new on the job and kind of shifty-looking, but nobody had any proof or anything. The last person I or probably anybody else would have suspected would have been Noel. But I got back from lunch early one day and walked into my office and there she was, going through my desk drawers. She looked at me startled, and started to say something about how she was just looking for a paper clip or something. I came in and closed the door behind me.

       "You're the thief," I said.

       "No," Noel said. "I was just--"

       "Yeah, you are," I said. "Christ, I would've never thought it was you, Noel."

       She started to deny it again, but she could see it wasn't any use. "What are you going to do?" she said.

       "What do you mean?"

       "You're not going to tell anybody, are you?"

       "Well, yeah," I said. "I have to."

       "Why?"

       "Why? 'Cause you been stealing stuff, and--and people have to know."

       "I won't do it anymore, okay? Nobody has to know."

       "Come on, Noel. I have to tell the boss at least."

       "I'll get fired," she said.

       "Well, you can't expect--"

       "I can't lose this job," she said.

       "Well, you should have--"

       "I can't," she said. "I can't lose this job, please."

       "Well I guess that's up to--"

       "I'll do anything," she said.

       "What do you mean?"

       "I mean I'll do anything," she said again. And now she's looking at me hard. "Anything you want, Phil. Anything. I mean it."

       Okay, I'm not the brightest guy in the world, but I can't not understand what she's saying here. "What--are you kidding?" I said.

       "No," she said. "You like me, Phil, right? You'd like to--have me, wouldn't you?"

       "Christ," I said. "Hell yes. Of course. I mean, every guy in this office would like to have you. Jesus."

       "Well, you can," she said. "Just don't tell, all right? Don't tell anybody, and I'll do it with you. All right?"

       I couldn't believe this. My heart was suddenly pounding a mile a minute. "When?" I said. It sounded like a croak.

       "Right now," Noel said. "Lock the door and we can do it right now."

       "I don't have a--I don't have any--"

       "I don't care," Noel said.

       I was hard. I was really hard. I was practically coming in my pants. And I must have been crazy, because I wanted this girl in the worst way, and I didn't get a lot of chances with good-looking girls, and this was a once-in-a-lifetime heaven-sent opportunity and I should have just jumped on it, but for some reason I was holding back. It was something about her. About how desperate she was. And yet calm. She was desperate enough to offer her body, her gorgeous sexy body, to a nebbish like me who she wouldn't ordinarily even look at twice, and yet she was standing there all neat and trim and looking at me with those big brown eyes.

       "What will you do?" I said.

       "What?"

       "What will you do, Noel. You said you'd do anything. Will you do it any way I want?"

       She knew what I meant. Maybe because I was looking at her mouth. She hesitated, but not for long. "Yes," she said. "Yes, I will. Any way you want."

       I locked the door.

       Noel sat down in my desk chair. "All right," she said. "Come over here."

       "Not that way," I said. "On your knees."

       I must have been crazy.

       Noel just looked at me. Then she got up and came over to me and got down on her knees.

       "Take it out," she said.

       "You do it," I said.

       She looked up at me. Then she pulled down my zipper and pulled out my hard cock. Next thing I knew her mouth was on me. Around me. And moving. Christ, I couldn't take it. I couldn't hold back, I tried but I couldn't, and in about fifteen seconds I came in her mouth. Noel took it all. Then she got up and went over to my wastebasket and spat it out. I just stood there. I was dizzy.

       Noel brushed off her knees and started for the door. "Hold on," I said. 

       She stopped. "What?"

       "That's not all," I said.

       She looked at me. She was neat. She was trim. She had a really nice body, not voluptuous or anything, but very sensuous-looking. "I did what you wanted," she said.

       "I want more," I said.

       "You promised," she said.

       "You said you'd do anything," I said. "You did one thing, but I want more."

       "What do you want?" Noel said.

       "What do you think?" I said. "I want to fuck you."

       I must have been crazy.

       "You had your chance," Noel said. "Besides, you're not even hard now."        

       "I will be," I said. "Take your clothes off."

       I could see she was getting mad now. But she was still desperate. "If I do it," she said after a minute, "you have to promise me that that will be all."

       "Why?" I said. "You said you'd do anything."

       "Not forever," Noel said. "There has to be a limit."

       "Why?" I said.

       I could see her face flush now. "What do you mean why?" she said. "I'm not going to be your sex slave or anything. This is a one-time deal."

       "I can still report you," I said.

       "You promised," she said.

       "So did you," I said.

       She looked at me. She took a deep breath. "You have to be reasonable, Phil," she said then. "Obviously I don't want to lose this job, but I can't--"

       "Or go to jail," I said.

       That stopped her. She stood there and kind of swallowed. "They wouldn't call in the police," she said. "Not for--not just for--"

       "They might," I said. "You stole money. Jewelry. That's serious stuff, Noel."

       "I'll do what you want," Noel said. "Just as I said. If you want to...to fuck me, you can fuck me. Okay? But just this once. All right?"

       I didn't say anything.

       I must have been crazy.

       "I'll make it good for you, Phil," she said then. "I'll be really good for you. You won't be sorry, Phil. I promise. Just be reasonable, all right?"

       "Take your clothes off," I said.

       "Will you promise?" Noel said.

       "Promise what?"

       "You know what," Noel said. "Promise you won't tell anybody that I--that you found me--"

       "That you're the thief," I said.

       "Yes," she said.

       "Say that," I said.

       "What?"

       "Say it. You're a thief. Say it."

       She looked at me.

       I waited.

       "I'm a thief," she said.

       "Right," I said.

       "Will you promise now?"

       "All right," I said. "If you're really good. If you do what I say."

       "I will," Noel said.

       "Take your clothes off," I said.

       And she did.

       I stood there and watched her. She took off everything. She didn't look at me now, but she didn't turn away from me either. She just took it off. Her blouse and her skirt, and then her brassiere, and then her panties. Then she looked at me again. I thought she was shaking a little, but she didn't try to cover herself up. She just stood there.

       I was hard again now all right.

       I took all my clothes off too. It felt awkward, but I did it as quick as I could. Then I went around behind my desk and sat down in my chair. "This way," I said. "Get on me."

       She hesitated only a moment, then walked toward me. I watched her. Her breasts jiggled just a little as she walked. She had her hair pinned up, the way she usually did, all neat and tidy. When she had first started working there her hair had been brown, but at some point she had changed it to a dark blonde color, and now I could see that it was not her natural shade. She got onto the chair and straddled my lap, with a knee on either side of my thighs. Luckily the chair was big enough to accommodate her.

       "Okay," I said, and my voice sounded a little strange. "Do it."

       Noel brought a hand to her mouth and moistened her fingers, then brought them to her crotch and rubbed it a little to get it ready. I was watching her face but I couldn't see anything in her eyes. They looked empty. She then took hold of my cock, raised herself a little, and brought it to her opening. Then she slowly lowered her body again. I couldn't help making a gasping sound. I can't tell you how good it felt.

       When she had me all the way inside her she just sat there for a minute. "Do it," I said. "Do it slow."

       She started to move then. Slowly, as ordered. Up and down. No expression on her face. I could hear myself breathing. Even though I had come in her mouth only a minute ago, I was still not sure I could last very long. Up and down she went. Slowly. Her breasts jiggled, as they had when she walked, only a little more. I had my hands on her thighs, her firm smooth thighs, as they pumped slowly. I concentrated on trying not to come. Noel started to move a little faster. "No," I said. I was almost panting. "Slow down. Slow down." She slowed down.

       I tried to think about something else, but there was no way I could do that. I laid my head back and looked up at the ceiling, not at her pretty face or her jiggling breasts, just feeling the clutch of her warm tight pussy around my shaft, the sensuous texture of her moving thighs under my hands. That helped a little bit, but I knew I was going to come soon anyway. I raised my head again. I looked into her empty eyes. No expression on her face. Her mouth was slightly open now as her body kept working.

       "Kiss me, Noel," I said.

       Noel stopped moving just for a brief moment, then continued. "I don't want to kiss you," she said.

       "You said you would make it good for me," I said. "You said you would do what I want."

       "I am making it good for you," she said. "Don't tell me you don't like it."

       "If you don't keep your promise," I said, "I don't have to keep mine."   

       For a moment her eyes lost their emptiness, and I saw a spark of something, anger or fear or maybe a combination. Then they went blank again. After a moment she leaned forward and brought her mouth to mine. Her lips were closed now, but she didn't try to resist when I pushed my tongue between them. She accepted my tongue in her mouth, but her own tongue was inert and passive. I pulled back.

       "Give me your tongue," I said. "And don't stop moving."

       Again the flash in her eyes. "Phil--" she said.

       "What?" I said.

       "All right," she said then. "Damn you, all right."

       This time I pulled her to me and I could feel her breasts against me as her mouth met mine. Her lips opened and her tongue moved into my mouth. I sucked on it and brushed it with my own and I felt myself losing control. I raised my hands to her hair and clutched at it, holding her mouth to mine and groaning into it as I shot everything that was in me up into her still moving pussy.

       Noel stopped moving, but she stayed as she was until I was finished, then moved to pull away from me. Mly hands dropped from her hair, but I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me, my softening cock still inside her. I could still feel her breasts against me. I was panting.

       "Let me go, Phil," Noel said. Her voice was flat. "I've been here too long. Someone might try to come in."

       "The door's locked," I said.

       "Well, that won't help," she said. "People will be wondering what's going on in here."

       "That's all right," I said. "I'll tell them."

       She'd been trying to pull away from my grip, but now she stopped. Her eyes looked stunned. "What?" she said.

       "Why not?" I said. "I just had sex with Noel Adams, the sexiest girl in the office. That's something to brag about, right?"

       For a minute she couldn't say anything. "Phil," she said at last. Her voice was controlled, but you could tell now that she was making an effort to keep it that way. "Phil, you promised. You gave me your word. I did what you wanted. If you--"

       "Wait a minute," I said. I couldn't believe I was saying.these things. It was like someone else had taken over my body. But I couldn't help myself. I was holding onto Noel Adams' naked body, and I didn't want to let it go. Ever. "Wait a minute," I said. "I promised I wouldn't tell about you being the thief. I didn't say I wouldn't tell anybody about you fucking me. That's a whole different thing."

       "You son of a bitch!" Noel said, and now she really began to struggle, so hard that I couldn't hold her anymore. She got off the chair and moved away, picking up her clothes and getting into them in a furious rush. Even in her fury, though, there was still something elegant about her. Something contained. "Listen to me," Noel said as she pulled on her skirt. "Don't get cute, Phil, okay? This is all part of the same thing. You promised to keep quiet, and that means about everything. You know that. If you think you can--"

       "No it's not," I said. "I'm not gonna report you for stealing. Won't say a word about it. That was the bargain. But about fucking you?" I shook my head. "I mean, come on. What guy could resist telling his buddies about a score like that?"

       It was crazy. I was sitting there stark naked, in my chair, saying things I could never have dreamed of saying, to a woman I could never have dreamed of touching. Noel was dressed now. She looked as neat and trim as ever. But her face was no longer expressionless.

       "You can't do that, Phil," Noel said. "First of all, no one will believe you."

       "Oh yes they will," I said. "I'll give them details."

       She flushed for a moment, and started to say something, then checked herself. "And if they do," she went on after a minute, "they'll probably be able to figure out why. So you will be breaking your word after all. So just don't. All right?"

       "Well," I said. "Maybe we can make another bargain."

       Noel just stood very still and looked at me. "Phil," she said then, very low. "You can't do this. You can't blackmail me forever. It has to stop."

       "Blackmail you?" I said. 'Hey, this was your idea, Noel, remember? You're the one who came on to me because you're so desperate to keep your job or whatever. Not to mention going to jail. I'm just going along with your terms, okay?"

       For a minute I almost thought she was going to cry. But she didn't. "You're a bastard, Phil," was what she said. "I didn't think you were such a bastard."

       "Me neither," I said. "I'll tell you what, Noel. One more time. I want you again, one more time. Okay? Tomorrow. Lunchtime again. We do just what we did today. And then I won't say anything at all. Okay?"

       She just looked at me. "How do I know you'll keep your word this time?" she said then. "Why should I believe you now? I can't. It has to stop now. It has to."

       I shrugged. "Up to you," I said. "But here's the thing. I won't say anything to anybody until lunchtime tomorrow. But I don't think I'll be able to hold it in any longer. Unless you show up. If you don't, I'm gonna start bragging. I think I'll start with Charlie Howes. He'll spread it around pretty fast, if I know Charlie."

       "No," Noel said. "No, damn it. No." I wasn't sure what she was saying no to, and maybe she wasn't either. But then she just turned around and left. I had to duck behind my desk to avoid being seen in my nakedness by people outside as she opened the door. Thank god she closed it behind her.

                           

                        #

       Noel wouldn't even look at me for the rest of the day. Whenever I saw her she'd act as though I wasn't there, unless we had to communicate for business reasons, and then she was brusque and icily aloof. The following morning it was the same. I had no idea whether or not she would show up at lunchtime. I had no idea, actually, of what I would do if she didn't. I had no real desire to expose her; all I wanted to do was fuck her again.

       I didn't even go out for lunch that day. I waited in my office, hoping she would come. My cock got hard just thinking about it. But after a while, when she didn't show, I began to give up hope. Oh well, I thought, I'd had her once. Actually twice. That was more than I could ever have expected if I hadn't happened to catch her going through my desk. I should just thank my lucky stars and leave it alone. And be sure not to leave anything valuable in my office from now on.

       Then, about halfway through the hour, she came in.

       She closed the door and locked it, then just stood against it and looked at me. "Damn you, Phil," she said. "You'd better be straight with me. This is the last time. That's what you said, and if you try to go back on that, I'll--"

       "I won't," I said.

       "Because I can get you in trouble too, Phil," Noel said. "You don't have any proof, you know? I can say you're the thief, not me. I can say you tried to rape me. I can make a real mess, and maybe it'll be you who gets fired, or gets arrested. You know?"

       "Why don't you do that, then?" I said.

       "Because it's not worth the risk--not yet," she said. "I don't want any fuss, I just want it all to go away. That's why I'm doing this. But no more, okay? If you try to push it any more I'll do what I said. I swear it, Phil."

       "All right," I said. "This is the last time. As long as you do what I say."
       She looked suspicious. "You said you wanted to do what we did yesterday," she said.

       "Well, yeah," I said. "Only maybe a little...I don't know...different."

       "What do you mean?"

       I shrugged. "Why don't we make it up as we go along," I said. "You can start by taking your clothes off."

       She didn't move for a moment. Then she took a long breath and took her clothes off. I took mine off too. Then I moved around my desk and leaned against the front of it.

       "I liked having you on your knees yesterday," I said. "Why don't we do that again."

       Noel walked slowly toward me. Again I watched the jiggle of her breasts. When she was standing in front of me she started to go down to her knees, but I stopped her.

       "Wait a minute," I said. Then I put out my hand and placed it on her breast. I rubbed it lightly over the firm mound, and tweaked the nipple with my fingers. "That's nice," I said, and brought my other hand to the other breast, caressing them both. "Really nice." I looked into her eyes as I continued to play with them, running my fingers over the rubbery nipples. Those eyes were empty now, as they had been the day before. She just stood there and let me do what I wanted. I squeezed her breasts slightly to see if there was any reaction. There wasn't.

       I let my hands drop. "All right," I said. "Go down."

       Noel sank down to her knees. My cock was hard, and throbbing. She took it in her mouth. I was determined to last longer than I had the last time, but that was a forlorn hope. I had never known anything like her mouth, or the way she used her tongue. I didn't know if she was doing her best to please me and hold up her end of the bargain, or if she was just trying to get it over with as quickly as possible. But in any case it didn't take long.

       As soon as I was finished coming she got up and headed for the wastebasket.

       "No!" I said. I didn't know I was going to say it, I just said it.

       She stopped and looked at me.

       "Don't spit it out, Noel," I said. "Swallow it."

       She stood there.

       "Swallow it," I said again.

       I saw that flash in her eyes. She stood there another second. Then she swallowed. She sort of gagged a little, then swallowed again. Then she just stood there.

       She was naked, and she had no makeup on that I could see, and she had just sucked me off and swallowed my come, and yet somehow there was still a kind of elegance about her. Even without clothes she gave off the impression of being neat and pulled together. I don't know how she did it.

       "Turn around, Noel," I said.

       The briefest of hesitations, then she turned her back to me. What an ass she had. Jesus.

       "All the way."

       She turned back. I looked at her sweet face. Her gorgeous mouth that had just given me such pleasure. Her high firm tits. Her little triangle of pubic hair. Her very shapely legs. Yes, my cock was twitching again already. I looked back at her face, her lovely blonde hair pinned in a neat but somehow sexy bun on top of her head.

       "Take your hair down," I said.

       She looked at me. "What?"

       "Your hair," I said. "I want you to let it down."

       "Phil--" she said.

       "What?"

       "What are you doing?"

       "I  want to see you with your hair down, that's what I'm doing," I said. "Just take it down."

       "This wasn't part of the deal," Noel said.

       "I don't care," I said. "I don't give a shit, Noel. I'm only going to have you one more time, and I want it my way. Take your damn hair down."

       She made a little sound of what I took to be annoyance. Then she raised her hands to her hair and started pulling out pins. The gesture made her breasts rise even higher, her nipples sticfking out at me. They moved back and forth as her hands worked on her hair, pulling out pins and dropping them on the floor. In a minute that fine dark blonde hair was falling around her shoulders and down her back. She lowered her arms then and stood there as before.

       "Damn," I said.

       I wouldn't have believed she could have looked even prettier, but she did. The soft flowing hair framed her face and set off her large eyes, which were no longer empty, but filled with a kind of contempt. Or challenge. Or something.

       "Come over here," I said.

       She came to me.

       "Kiss me, Noel," I said. "Kiss me like you did yesterday. Only better."

       "Fuck you, Phil," she said. But she did it. She put her mouth on mine and parted her lips, and when I pushed my tongue between them she met it with hers. I pulled her body close and felt all of her against me, and my cock quickly hardened again. I withdrew my tongue from her mouth, obviously inviting hers to follow it, and when it didn't I clutched her hair in my hands and twisted it, hard enough to bring a sound from her throat. I tightened my grip, and in a moment her tongue slid into my mouth. I was breathing hard, and at last I had to break the kiss. My cock was just rigid.

       "Damn you," Noel said to me.

       "One more time, Noel," I panted. I turned her to face my desk and got behind her, pushing her forward until she was bending over the edge of the desk with her ass sticking out. "This way," I said. "Open your legs."

       "Oh Christ," Noel said. But she spread her feet apart, bending lower so that her uper body was resting on the desk, her breasts flattened beneath her. She stretched out her arms so that she could clutch the sides of the desk with her hands. I moved to her, taking my cock in my hand and guiding it between her widespread thighs to her pussy. She hadn't had a chance to moisten it this time, but my cock was dripping with pre-come now and it would have to suffice. I tried to hold myself back and go slowly as I slid it up inside her.

       She made one little sound and then was silent as I began to fuck her that way. I went as slowly as I could. This was to be my last time fucking Noel Adams, and I wanted to make the most of it, make it last. She didn't move, she didn't push back, she just stayed there and let me fuck her. I could feel the firm flesh of her buttocks against my groin every time I pushed forward. I was running my hands up and down over her upper body. I wanted to slide them underneath her and clutch at her breasts, but I was afraid that would set me off too quickly. I had to force myself not to move faster, but I kept a deliberate pace, and after a few minutes I felt that I was past the immediate danger point.

       "Fuck me back, Noel," I said then, panting a little. "Move with me, come on."

       "Oh, go to hell, Phil," Noel said flatly. "Just finish it and get it over."

       I got mad at her then. "God damn you," I rasped. I moved harder now, sort of banging against her. "You goddam little thief!" I said. The feeling of that firm round ass was making me crazy. Then I don't know what made me do it, I just did it without thinking. I pulled my cock right out of her pussy and let it slide up to her ass. My hands were there, spreading her cheeks apart, and my cock was there at her asshole.

       "No!" Noel shouted. She tried to pull away, but she was trapped between me and the desk. She pushed herself up with her hands, but I quickly slid my own hands up to her shoulders and pushed her back down. The tip of my cock was already probing at her anus.

       "No!" she cried again. "Phil, no! Not there! No, damn you!"

       "Shut up," I panted. "Shut up, Noel. They'll hear you outside."

       She didn't want that any more than I did, even now. She tried to push up again, but I held her down. Her ass was tight, and my cock was barely penetrating the outer ring. I tried to force it further, but it was hard.

       "Oh Christ, no, Phil!" she rasped out, in a lower voice now, but with a fierce intensity. "Damn you, no!"

       "Why not?" I said, pushing harder. "Why not, you thieving bitch? You're a thieving bitch, aren't you?"

       "Stop!" Her cry was weaker now, and so were her struggles.

       I pushed again. "Aren't you?" I said. "A thief. Aren't you, Noel?"

       "Stop...please...'

       "Aren't you?"

       "Yes," she moaned.

       "Say it." She had said it before, but I wanted her to say it again. My cock slipped in a little further, and she made a sharp hissing sound.   

       "Say it, Noel."

       "I'm a thief," she panted.

       "A thieving bitch," I said. I was pushing against her sphincter muscles now.

       "Don't," Noel pleaded.

       "Say it."

       "A thieveing bitch," she gasped out. "I'm a thieving bitch."

       I thrust at her. "And a little whore," I said.

       "Oh...." Her sphincter was tight, but it was loosening. I could feel it. "Say it!"

       "A little whore," Noel whimpered.

       "That's right," I said, thrusting. "That's what you are all right."

       I was making progress. Her muscles were slowly giving way. Her rear passage was so tight. I was panting hard. So was she.

       "What else?" she mewled.

       She had stopped struggling now, but her question stunned me. "What?"

       I could hardly make out her next words. She was pressing her mouth against her arm, as though to keep them from coming out. But they came out. "What else am I?"

       My head was pounding. What was going on? I almost stopped moving, but I didn't. "You--you're a cunt," I panted. "A filthy cunt."

       She moaned.

       "Say it!"

       "I'm a filthy cunt." Her voice was still muffled, but the words were clear. Her sphincter gave way finally, and I moved deeper.

       "A cock-teaser," I said. "A cock-teasing slut."

       "A cock-teasing slut," she moaned.

       I was all the way inside her now. Buried in her ass. "A cocksucking piece of shit!" I rasped out.

       "Ahh! Ahh! A--a cocksucking piece of shit!" Noel cried.

       I was fucking her then. Fucking her ass. And she was fucking with me. "Oh god!" she moaned. "Oh Jesus! Phil! Oh Jesus!" Not too loud, we had been keeping our voices down, but as I pounded at her now she got louder and louder, until I was really afraid of what the consequences might be. But I couldn't stop. Now I did slip my hands beneath her and took hold of her breasts, squeezing them in rhythm with my thrusts, feeling the nipples hard against my palms. Mercifully, she again pressed her mouth against her outstretched arm as her cries became uncontrollable. And then she gave a great muffled shriek, and her body was bucking and quivering, her ass spasming wildly around me again and again. I couldn't help giving out a shout of my own as her convulsions brought me to my own climax and I spurted my come up her ass for what seemed like forever.

       At first I collapsed on top of her, but my whole body felt like jelly. My legs gave way under me and I slid down to the floor. Noel dropped down beside me. We were both panting hard. She was making little whimpering sounds. I turned to look at her, but she was moving, moving down my body, and then, incredibly, I felt her mouth on my cock.

       I was drained and limp, and nothing could have made me hard at that moment. But I was still able to feel a thrill as she licked my flaccid member with her tongue, licked at it like a cat, all over, and then took it in her mouth to suck off any sticky residue of our fuck. My cock had just been deep in her ass, and now she was cleaning it off with her mouth.

       A moment later she moved up again, until we were face to face. There was something in her eyes I had never seen before.

       "What do you want me to do tomorrow?" she said.

              

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       All right, the girl was a nut case. You would never have thought it, but that's probably how it is with the real nutty ones, right? Nobody ever even suspects until the nuttiness comes out. Some guy gets an assault rifle and shoots a dozen people dead in a post office or something, and everybody says gee, he was such a sweet quiet guy, loved kids, went to visit his old grandma at the nursing home every week. With Noel, I figured the same basic loose screw that made her take things from people's desks was also responsible for this sudden weirdness she was showing now. Or whatever. Of course I wasn't thinking all that at the time. At the time I was just kind of knocked on my ass. One minute she's offering her body for my silence, the next minute she's bitching about how she's not going to be my sex slave or anything, and the minute after that she's acting as though that's just what she is. I couldn't figure the girl out.

       "Tomorrow?" I said. Not a very brilliant reaction, but I was kind of stunned. Was this because I had fucked her in the ass? Called her names? Who the hell knew? But hey, I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I tried to pull myself together. "Why don't you come back then and I'll let you know," I said.

       "All right," Noel said. I thought she looked a little disappointed. It was crazy. Then she got up and got dressed, and then she left.

       I got dressed too. My head was whirling. Maybe because I was hungry. I had to get something to eat. When I went out I passed Charlie Howes' office, which was right next to mine. His door was open, and he was in there, sitting behind his desk. He called to me as I went past, and I stopped and looked in. Charlie was in his forties, a fat blubbery kind of guy with rapidly disappearing reddish hair and freckles on his face.

       "Hey, what's going on with you and that Noel chick?" Charlie said, with this nasty grin on his face. "You had her in there with you a long time, and I thought I heard some strange sounds coming from over there. You're not boffing that sweet little pussy, are you, Phil?"

       He obviously didn't really believe it, and who would? "Don't be silly," I said. "We were just--we were arguing about the Milton contract, you know, and I guess I got a little excited. She can be pretty stubborn."

       "Yeah, but she's got a hell of a body on her, that little twat," Charlie said. "Christ, I'd sure give a lot to get my dick inside of that!"

       And suddenly I knew what I wanted her to do tomorrow.

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       "I want you to fuck Charlie Howes," I said.

       Noel stared at me. "What?"
       "I want you to fuck Charlie Howes," I said.

       She was standing just inside my door. "What makes you think I would do that?" she said.        

       "You asked me what I wanted you to do, remember?" I said. "That's what I want you to do."

       "Why?" Noel said.

       "To see if you'll do it," I said.

       "Charlie Howes is repulsive," Noel said.

       "Yeah," I said. "But then I'm not exactly an Adonis myself, and you fucked me."

       "He would tell," Noel said. "He would tell everybody in the office."

       "Maybe not," I said. "If you asked him not to."

       "He would anyway," Noel said.

       I didn't say anything.

       "I don't want to do it," Noel said.

       I shrugged. "I can't make you," I said. "I'm keeping my word, Noel. You can do what you want. It's just that you asked me what I wanted you to do, and that's it."

       "I asked you."

       "Yes. You sucked my cock clean after I fucked you in the ass and then you asked me what I wanted you to do tomorrow--that is, today. Remember?"

       "Yes."

       "And that's why you're here now, isn't it?"

       "Yes."

       "So?"

       She took a long breath, which made her breasts swell against her blouse. Then she said, "What am I?"

       "What are you?"        

       "Tell me," Noel said.

       I got it then. "You're a thief," I said. "You're a dirty filthy thief, Noel."

       "Yes," she said.

       "And you're a piece of shit," I said. "A rotten, cock-loving piece of fucking shit. You're a whore, Noel, a cunt and a bitch and a whore. That's what you are, isn't that right, Noel?"
       "Yes." A whisper.

       "Take your damn clothes off," I said.

       She started to unbutton her blouse.        

       "Wait," I said.

       She stopped.

       "First go over to Charlie's office and ask him to come in here."

       "Phil--" she whispered.

       "Do it, whore."

       Noel unlocked my door, which she had locked behind her when she had come in, then opened it and went out. A minute later she came back, with Charlie following her.

       "What's going on?" Charlie said.

       "Close the door, Noel," I said.

       Noel closed it and locked it. Charlie looked puzzled.

       "Charilie," I said, "you want to fuck Noel, right?"

       Charlie's mouth opened. He looked at Noel, then at me. "What?" he said finally.

       "Come on, Charlie," I said. "Didn't you tell me yesterday that you'd like to get your dick into that sweet little twat? Weren't those your words, Charlie?"

       "Jesus!" Charlie said. His face was red. He started to look at Noel again, but couldn't.        

       "Weren't they, Charlie?" I said.

       "Well, shit," Charlie said. "I mean, hell, I was just--we were just goofing around, you know? I didn't mean--it was just--"

       "But you did mean it, didn't you, Charlie? You can't tell me you wouldn't like to boff Noel here, can you, Charlie?"

       "Christ, what the hell is this?" Charlie said.

       "Just answer the question, Charlie," I said.

       Charlie shot a quick glance at Noel again, then looked away. "Well, damn," he said then. "Yeah. Sure I would. I mean, who wouldn't? But--"

       "Well, you can," I said.

       Charlie just stared.

       "You can fuck her," I told him. "Right here and now. Isn't that right, Noel?"

       "Phil--" Noel said.

       "Isn't that right, whore?" I said.

       "Yes," Noel said.

       "There you go, Charlie," I said. "Go ahead."

       Charlie didn't move. His face was redder than ever, and he looked as though he might have a stroke or something.

       "Take your cllothes off, Noel," I said.

       Noel proceeded to do so. She didn't look at either of us. Charlie was looking at her now, all right. I could hear his suddenly raspy breathing.

       "How about you, Charlie?" I said.

       "Holy shit!" Charlie managed to say. Then with a kind of convulsive movement he reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which was hard.

       "I guess that will have to do," I said. "You want her to suck it for you?"

       Charlie made a sound in his throat.

       "I think that's a yes," I said. "Do it, Noel."

       Noel looked at me.

       "Do you want me to call you more names?" I said.

       "Yes," Noel said.

       "You lousy cocksucking cunt," I said. "Get over there and suck that dick, you piece of crap cocksucker. Do it."        

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       Noel closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them. She went over to Charlie and got down on her knees and took his cock in her mouth. Charile moaned loudly. I watched her head going back and forth, her lips sliding up and down. Charlie's cock was average in length, but it was fat, like the rest of him. Noel took it all. Charlie's hands tangled in her hair and his head went back.

       "Stop, Noel," I said. "I don't want him to come that way. I want you to fuck him."

       Noel took her mouth from Charlie's penis. Charlie was panting hard.

       "How do you want her to do it, Charlie?" I said. "I think you'd crush the poor girl if you got on top of her."

       "Fuck you," Charlie said. He was obviously recovering himself.

       "No, fuck her," I said. "Why don't you lie down and let her get on top. She's good at that."

       Charlie looked like he couldn't stand up much longer anyway. There was no couch or anything in my office, so he just lowered himself, with some difficulty, to the floor. He lay back, still fully clothed, with his dick sticking up out of his fly. "Okay, bitch," he said then, grinning salaciously at Noel, who was still on her knees. "Fuck me."

       Noel moved to him and swung one leg over his body, straddling it. She took hold of his cock and placed it at her pussy. She took it in slowly, but without pausing, and then began to move up and down. Charlie groaned and reached out to clutch at her breasts. I could see his fingers sinking into the flesh. Noel gave a small whimper, but she kept moving.

       "Oh shit, oh shit!" Charlie cried hoarsely. "Go faster, girl."

       Noel moved harder. Charlie's harsh rapid breathing was loud in the room.

       "Kiss him, Noel," I said.

       She looked over at me. I was sitting behind my desk. My cock was hard. I looked back at her. I knew she wanted me to call her some more names, but I didn't. I just waited. After a moment, with a little mewling sound, she bent over and brought her mouth to his. Charlie's hands moved from her breasts to her hair, pulling at it so that their mouths were mashed together. But the kiss didn't last long, because Charlie was coming. He cried out into her mouth, and then pulled her head away as his blubbery body spasmed, his hips jerking three or four times. Then he was finished.

       "Holy shit!" Charley breathed.

       Noel got off him and moved to where she had left her clothes. "Not yet, Noel," I said. My cock was so hard it ached. Noel sat down in a chair and drew her legs up in front of her, clutching them with her arms. Charile, still panting, got himself slowly to his feet and zipped himself up. "Holy shit!" he said again, shaking his head.

       "You enjoyed that, huh, Charlie?" I said.        

       "Jesus Christ!" He gave me that wolfish grin. "What do you think?"

       "Okay, but this was a one-time deal, Charlie," I said. "I don't want you bothering Noel anymore, okay? Just pretend all this never happened. Can you do that, Charlie?"

       He just looked at me for a minute, and then he shrugged. "Sure," he said, grinning. "Why not? Unless, you know, unless she...wants it again."

       "I don't think she will," I said. "And you're gonna be a gentleman and keep this to yourself, right?" I added. "You wouldn't go around telling anybody about it, would you, Charlie?"

       "Who, me?" Charlie said.

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       "Everybody knows," Noel said.

       "What, you mean Charlie has been blabbing after all?" I said. "What a surprise."

       "You son of a bitch," Noel said.

       "I didn't make you fuck him, Noel," I said. "You did it of your own free will."        

       "Did I?" she said.

       "You know you did. Has anybody said anything to you?"
       "No."

       "Then how do you know they know?"                "The way they look at me. The men. Oh, the women know too. Most of them, anyway. I can tell. But the men, the guys, oh, they know all right. They're practically drooling. That damn Charlie. How can I--Christ, they all think--"

       "They think what?" I said.

       "You know what they think."

       "Tell me."

       "No."

       "Say it, Noel."

       "No."

       "You want me to say it?"

       "No."

       "They think you're a whore," I said.

       Noel said nothing.

       "Is that what they think, Noel?" I said.

       "Yes."

       "And are you?" I said.

       "No."

       "Aren't you, Noel? Aren't you a whore?"

       "No."

       "A dirty filthy stinking cunt whore," I said. "Aren't you, Noel?"

       "Yes," Noel said.

       "Say it," I said.

       "No."

       "Say it, cocksucker."

       "Yes."

       "Yes what?"
       "I'm a dirty filthy stinking cunt whore," Noel said.

       "So those guys are right," I said.

       "Yes."

       "So you might as well show them," I said.

       "Phil--"

       "What, whore?"

       "Yes," Noel said.

       "All of them," I said.

       "Yes," Noel said.

       "Who should be first?" I said. "Or rather, next. Since you've already fucked Charlie. And me. Who should be next, Noel?"

       "Oh god," Noel said.

       "Pick somebody, whore," I said.

       Noel shook her head.

       Just then there was a knock on my office door. "Open it," I told her. "Maybe you won't have to choose."

       It was Chris, the office boy, delivering the morning mail. He was maybe eighteen, tall and gangly and not overly bright.

       "Come in, Chris," I said to him. "Come right on in." He came in, looking bewildered. I told Noel to close and lock the door, and she did. "Chris," I said, "you're about to get very, very lucky."

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       "I think that kid was a virgin," I said to Noel after Chris had gone. "I bet he'll never forget you, Noel. You gave him his first fuck, and probably the best one he'll ever have. You do good work, I'll say that."

       "Damn you," Noel said. She was naked now. "Why are you doing this?"

       "Because you're letting me," I said. "Why are you letting me, Noel?"

       "I don't know," Noel said.

       "You like being a whore," I said.

       "No."

       "You like being called a whore."

       She said nothing.

       "Among other things," I said.

       She said nothing.

       "It makes you crazy," I said. "Why is that, Noel?"

       "I don't know," Noel said.

       "I think it's the same thing that makes you a thief," I said.

       She looked at me then, her eyes suddenly blazing. "What are you, a goddamned psychiatrist all of a sudden?"

       "No," I said. "I'm just a guy whose cock you're going to suck right now."        

       "No," she said.

       "You know you will, Noel. You want me to tell you what you are?"

       "No."

       "Because you'd do it then, wouldn't you?"

       "I--Yes. Probably."

       "Then why not save me the trouble?" I said.

       "Damn you," Noel said. She came around my desk and got down on her knees.

       "Take your hair down," I said.

       "Oh god," Noel said. "You and my hair."

       "Yes, me and your hair," I said. "You know what, Noel? I don't want you to put your hair up anymore. I want you to wear it loose. All the time. So everybody can see how sexy it looks."

       "Oh Christ, Phil--"

       "You'll look more like a whore that way too," I said. "I want them all to see that. Okay, Noel?"

       She said nothing.

       "Okay, whore?"

       "Yes," Noel said.

       "Good," I said. "Take it down now while you're sucking my dick."

       I came in her mouth before she got all the pins out.

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       Her hair was down the rest of the day, and I could see the guys reacting to it. By now everyone had noticed how much time she was spending in my office, and after Charlie's tale-telling, and maybe Chris's too, I was suddenly becoming a popular person. Nobody actually came out and said anything, but several of the guys kind of hinted around, trying to find out what they could. I acted completely innocent, as if I had no idea what they were talking about. Meanwhile I saw that Noel was going around with her eyes down, not looking at anybody. But they were looking at her all right.                 

       "How long are you going to keep this up?" Noel asked me the next day.

       "As long as you let me," I said.

       "I can't do it much longer," she said. "I can't. It's impossible."

       "Then stop," I said.

       "Will you stop...calling me names?" Noel said.

       "Do you want me to?"

       "Yes."

       "Do you?"

       "Yes."

       "Are you sure?"        

       "Yes. Yes."

       "What kind of names?" I said.

       "You know."
       "Tell me."

       "You know."

       "Tell me anyway."

       "No."

       "What kind of names, Noel?"

       There was a pause.

       "Whore," Noel whispered. I could hardly hear her.

       "What?"

       "Whore," she said, a little louder. "Names like whore."

       "Oh," I said. "And what else?"        

       "Cunt," Noel said.

       "And what else?"

       "Slut," she said. "Filthy bitch slut whore."

       "Isn't that what you are?" I said.

       "No," she said. Whispering.

       "What?"

       "Yes."

       "Yes what?"

       "Yes, I am. Yes I am yes. A whore. A fucking cunt cocksucking bitch whore. Yes."

       There were tears in her eyes.

       "Who should we get for you to fuck now?" I said.

       She didn't say anything.

       "Noel?"

       "I don't care," she whispered.

       "Anybody?"

       "Anybody."

       "Okay," I said. "How about Andy?" Andy Gurowitz was the oldest man in the office, surely in his seventies, so thin and cadaverous that his clothes just seemed to hang on him. He was surly and bitter most of the time, had bad breath and a notorious habit of inadvertantly releasing little farts as he walked around the place. He had been there forever, but was friendly with nobody and never socialized. I picked up my phone and dialed his extension.

       "Yeah?" was how he answered.

       "Andy, it's Phil," I said. "Could you come into my office for a minute?"        

       "What for?"

       "Well, I have something I want to show you," I said. "I think you'll like it."

       "I'm busy," Andy said.

       "It won't take long," I said.

       "I have work to do."

       I was exasperated. "Are you too busy to fuck, Andy?" I said. "Or are you just too old?"

       There was a long pause.

       "You got Noel in there?" Andy said then.

       "That's right," I said.

       Another pause.

       "This is a joke, right?" Andy said. "You want me to go in there and you can have a big laugh?"

       "No," I said. "I want you to come in here so Noel can fuck you. You think you can get it up, Andy?"

       "I don't believe you,"

       "Shit," I said. "Hold on." I held the receiver out toward Noel. "Andy doesn't believe you'll fuck him," I said. "Convince him."

       She looked at me for a moment. Then, slowly, she came over to my desk. She stood there looking at the receiver in my hand.

       "Go on," I said. "Convince him. Tell him what you are."

       She took the phone then and put it to her ear. "Andy?" she said, and listened. "Yes, it's Noel. I--" She took a breath. "Please come to Phil's office, Andy. I--I'll be--I'll--"

       "Tell him what you are," I said.

       "I'm a whore," Noel whispered into the phone. "And I--I want to fuck you, Andy..." She listened. "Yes, I do," she said, and paused again. "Yes, I will. Yes, I will. Yes."

       "Tell him you'll suck his cock too," I said.

       "He heard that," she said to me. Then she hung up the phone. "He's coming," she said.

       "Good," I said. "Take off your clothes."

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       To my surprise, Andy had no trouble getting it up. Noel was naked when he got there, and he didn't waste any time. He didn't even bother to look at me the whole time, and in fact he came twice, once in her mouth and once in her pussy. After he shot down her throat--and she swallowed it, because I told her to--he just started playing with her body, sucking on her tits and running his hands over her until he got hard again. Then he fucked her on the floor, in the missionary position, and I almost burst out laughing when he started releasing those little farts as he pumped away at her. When he was done he got dressed and left without having said a word to me, or to her either for that matter.

       "Not bad for an old guy, right?" I said to Noel when he had gone.

       "He's disgusting," Noel said.

       "You didn't seem to mind," I said. "You fucked him pretty good."

       "That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" Noel said.

       "You know what else I want?" I said.        "You want me to suck you," Noel said.

       "No," I said. "I want to fuck your ass."

       "Oh," she said.

       "Over the desk," I said.

       She bent forward over my desk, and I got up and walked around behind her. It didn't take me as long this time to get inside her ass. I could hear her breath hissing in her teeth as I started to fuck her that way. I took a fistful of her loose flowing hair in my hand and pulled on it to bring her head up a little.

       "You know what else I want?" I said, fucking her.

       "No," Noel said, panting.

       "I want you to stop wearing panties," I said.

       "What?"

       "I don't want you to wear panties to work anymore," I said. "Might as well make things easier, you know?"

       "Oh Jesus," she moaned. "What are you doing to me?"

       "Whatever I can," I said. "Maybe no bra too. Wouldn't that be sexy, Noel? No underwear at all."

       "Oh god!" Noel whimpered. "You might as well...make me wear a sign..."

       "Great idea," I said, pumping harder. "A big sign right across your chest. 'I am a whore,' it could say. 'I am a whore. Fuck me.' How about that, whore?"

       "OH MY GOD!" Noel screamed, and she came like gangbusters.

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       I didn't have her wear a sign, but I did tell her not to wear underwear until further notice, and the next day she didn't. It wasn't blatantly obvious; her breasts were high and firm enough so that they didn't noticeably sag under her blouse, and her skirt was long enough not to give anything away. But still there was a certain jiggliness about her that I certainly noticed, and I was sure most of the other men did too, whether or not they figured out the cause. When she came into my office that morning the first thing I did was to put my hand under her skirt and run it up her leg  until I was touching her bare pussy. It was wet.

       "Satisfied?" Noel said.

       "You're wet," I said.

       "So what?" Noel said.

       "So why are you?" I said. "I haven't even called you a whore yet."

       "Fuck you," Noel said.

       "Me and who else?" I said. "Who will it be today, Noel?"        

       "I don't give a shit," Noel said.

       "You don't, huh?" I said. "Okay. How about Stanley?"

       Stanley was the boss. Her boss, my boss, everybody's boss. Stanley owned the company.

       "I knew you'd get me fired," Noel said. "I knew it. Sooner or later. Somehow or other. Damn you. I fucked you at the beginning because I couldn't lose this job. Now I'm going to lose it anyway. Damn you, Phil. Damn you to hell."

       There were tears in her eyes.

       "Noel," I said, "you are one crazy broad. You brought all this on yourself, and you know it. Hey, you don't want to fuck Stanley, don't do it. You don't want to fuck anybody else, don't do it. You don't want to go without underwear, why are you not wearing any?"

       "You son of a bitch," Noel said. "You know why."

       "No I don't. I'm not making you do anything. I'm not holding anything over you. Not any more. I told you I wouldn't report you. You're doing this on your own now, because it turns you on or something. Well, fine. I love it. But don't blame me."

       "You son of a bitch," Noel said again. "You made me a whore."

       "I didn't--"

       "You made me fuck you, and suck your cock, and you made me fuck Charlie and suck his cock, and you made me fuck Chris and Andy and--

       "God damn it, I didn't make you do those things!" I was almost yelling, and I had to make an effort to keep my voice down. "You're crazy, Noel. You're sick. You're a sick crazy girl, you know that?"

       "And what else?" Noel said.

       "Jesus, that's enough," I said.

       "And I'm a whore too," Noel said. "Right, Phil?"

       "Look--"

       "A whore and a cunt, right?"

       "Noel--"

       "A filthy cocksucking piece of shit whore," Noel said.

       I didn't say anything.

       "That's what I am," Noel said. "A rotten filthy slut, a crazy rotten filthy thief slut. Right, Phil? Right?"

       "Yeah," I said. "If you say so, Noel."

       "Call him," Noel said.

       "What?" I said. "Call who?"

       "Stanley," Noel said. "Call Stanley. Call him in here. Tell him this whore will fuck his fucking brains out. Call him."

       "Stanley's the boss," I said. "I can't call him into my office. You want to fuck him, you'll have to go to him."

       "Fine," Noel said. "I will." And she started to leave.

       "Wait," I said. I was getting pretty nervous now. Things were getting out of hand, and I suddenly realized that I could well get fired myself.

       "Wait for what?" Noel said.

       "Look, I was just kidding about Stanley," I said. "I don't want you to get fired, Noel. And I think--"

       "Yes, well, if I fuck him good enough he might not fire me," Noel said. "If I show him what a good whore I am, he might just want to keep me on forever. He might want to make me his own personal whore. The boss's whore. I guess you'd be out of luck then, Phil, wouldn't you? No more fucking the boss's whore. I could even get you fired, Phil. Then you'd have to do what I want, wouldn't you? How's that for a switch?"

       "I don't think you should take that chance, Noel," I said. "Remember, this all started because you were so anxious to keep your job. You don't want to risk losing it now, after all that, do you?"

       Noel didn't say anything.

       "What is it about this job anyway?" I said. I wanted to keep her talking, so that hopefully she would come to her senses about fucking Stanley. "I mean, a girl like you can always get another job, I should think. But you were so desperate that you--"

       "Not if I got fired for stealing," Noel said. "It wouldn't be so easy then, would it? Or if I was in jail. And I can't--I need to keep working. I have to support my family."

       Her family. It suddenly occurred to me that I didn't know anything about this girl's personal life outside the office. We had never talked about it, and I had never asked. But then she didn't know anything about me either. Not that there was much to know.

       "Your family?" I said. "You're married, Noel?"

       "No," Noel said. "I'm not married. I live with my father. And my disabled sister. I have to support them. That's why."

       "Your father doesn't do anything?" I said.

       "Yes," Noel said. "He fucks my sister."

       I was stunned. I couldn't believe I had heard her correctly. "What?" I said.

       "He fucks me too," Noel said.

       I stared at her. "Are you making this up?" I demanded.

       "No," she said. "Why would I make it up?"

       "You--but--Wait a minute. You said your sister was disabled."

       "She is. He keeps her that way."

       "What?"

       "He ties her up. When she's tied up she can't do anything."

       My head was swimming. "Then...she's not really disabled?"

       "Yes she is. If she can't do anything she's disabled."

       "This is a joke, right?" I said.

       "No," Noel said.

       Now I knew she was crazy. The stealing, the submission, the whore fixation, now this fantastic story--it all had to be part of some psychotic condition. The girl belonged in a mental institution, not in an office. "And you say he fucks you too?" I said. "Your father."

       "Yes," Noel said. "I fuck him before I leave for work in the morning. Then he fucks my sister during the day, as much as he can. Then he fucks me when I come home at night, if he still has the strength."

       Jesus Christ. "I see," I said, not believing a word of this now. "But he doesn't tie you up like your sister."

       "Obviously not," Noel said.

       "You fuck him willingly then," I said.

       She hesitated. "I fuck him because I'm a whore," she said.

       'I see. And your sister?"

       "She's not a whore. She doesn't want to fuck him. That's why he has to keep her tied up."

       "Uhuh," I said. "And how long has this been going on?"

       "A long time," Noel said. "Since my mother died. I was seventeen and Connie was sixteen."

       "And how old are you now?" I said. "About twenty?"

       "Twenty-one," Noel said.

       "So this has been going on for four years?"

       "Yes."

       "Noel," I said, as gently as I could, "I think you need help."

       "You don't believe me," Noel said.

       "Let's say I think you lead a rich fantasy life," I said. "But I think you should see somebody. Maybe I can--"

       "Fuck you," Noel said.

       "Noel--"

       "You think I tell this to everybody?" she said.

       "I should hope not," I said.

       "I trusted you," she said.

       "Why would you do that?"

       "Because you know what I am," she said.

       I didn't want to go there again, not now. "Look, Noel," I said. "If this was true--if your father was abusing you, and forcing himself on your sister, it would be--"

       "You're not going to tell anybody, Phil. You can't."

       "Damn it, Noel,  this isn't like--"

       "I'll do anything you want," Noel said.

       "Yeah, and you'll get a big kick out of it," I said. "This is too much, Noel. You have to promise me you'll see somebody. A doctor. Something. You do need help."

       "Oh Christ," Noel said. "Phil. Look. Listen. If I--if I prove it to you--If I show you I'm telling you the truth--then will you promise not to tell anybody? Ever? Will you?"

       I almost laughed. "And how are you going to do that, Noel?"

       "I'll show you," she said. "I'll take you home with me and I'll show you. But you have to swear, Phil. Word of honor. You won't say anything. My father's not young anymore, it could kill him if it got out. People wouldn't understand. You've got to promise me."

       I didn't know if this was funny or sad. But I knew it couldn't possibly be real. "Let me get this straight," I said. "You're going to take me home with you and show me your poor old father, who keeps your younger sister tied up so he can fuck her against her will all day long, and who also fucks you every day, and you want me to keep quiet about it. Is that what you're telling me, Noel?"

       "Yes," Noel said.

       For a minute I thought about doing something right then. Calling the cops and telling them about this wild story. I knew they wouldn't find anything if they investigated, but at least they would know she was nuts and hopefully make her get some kind of help. Of course she might just deny it all, say it was some crazy story I made up myself. I wouldn't put it past her. I decided to humor her for the moment and see how far she would take this nuttiness.

       "Okay," I said. "Okay, Noel. Fine. I'll go home with you and you can show me. Okay? How about after work today?"

       "And you won't say anything, right?" Noel said. "Word of honor."

       "Word of honor," I said. "If what you say is true, I won't say a word." I felt pretty safe about that. "But if it's not, you have to promise me you'll see somebody, okay?"

       I was kind of surprised when she agreed.

                           #

       Noel lived in a suburban area about twenty miles outside the city. She usually took the train to and from work, but that evening I drove her home in my car. Her house was a small two-story on a corner lot, rather isolated from its neighbors. Noel opened the front door with her key and led me inside. The place was neat and nicely furnished. At first it seemed as though there was no one there, but then I began to hear sounds coming from the upper story. Female sounds. "They're upstairs," Noel said. "Come on."

       She led me upstairs and down a hall to a bedroom. At the doorway of the bedroom I stopped dead. I literally couldn't move. I just stood there trying to take in the incredible scene before me. I actually wondered at that moment whether I was dreaming. I had to be dreaming. Maybe I had been dreaming the whole thing with Noel all along, maybe it had been a dream from the moment I found her in my office, going through my desk. Maybe I would wake up any minute. With a big hard-on. Jerk off before I got up. Then I would go into work and see Noel there, all neat and pretty and unobtainable. I wondered if I would have the nerve to tell her about my dream. I had a dream about you, Noel, I would say. I found out that you were the thief, and you offered me your body if I wouldn't tell anybody, so I fucked you. And then you got all excited when I started calling you names, especially telling you you were a whore, and you kind of put yourself in my power, and I had you fuck a few other guys in the office, and suck their dicks.

       I figured Noel would probaby have slapped my face by then and walked off in a snit, but if she didn't I would go on. Then you told me this wild crazy story about your father, I would say. How he kept your sister tied up and fucked her all the time, and you too. But I didn't believe you, so you took me home and showed me. And it turned out to be true, Noel. When we got there we went up to this bedroom and I saw your sister tied across the bed, stark naked, and your father was fucking her in the ass. And then I woke up, I would say. If Noel was still listening, I wondered how she would react.

       But I didn't wake up. Because it wasn't a dream. There was indeed a naked young woman lying crossways on the bed, on her stomach, her ankles tied to the bottom of the bed on one side, her arms stretched out, her wrists bound to the other side, her ass sticking up and out. She had long dark hair, darker than Noel's and much longer, flowing down her back in wild profusion, as though it had never been combed or brushed. It was she who was making the sounds I had heard. Cries, they were. Cries of pain, cries of protest. She seemed to be trying to struggle, though she was bound so tightly there was nothing she could do. Behind her stood a large, muscular man of about sixty, also naked, pounding with strong, rhythmic strokes in and out of her ass.

       The man went right on pounding away as Noel came into the room, but when he saw me in the doorway he stopped, with his cock buried deep in the girl's ass.

       "Who the fuck is this?" he said, glowering at me.

       "Daddy, this is Phil," Noel said. "He works at my office. He's all right, Daddy. He's not going to tell anybody anything. He caught me stealing, Daddy. I had to bring him home to show him why I need my job."

       "You fuck him?" the man said.

       "Of course I fucked him, Daddy," Noel said. "I'm a whore, aren't I?"                

       "Damn right," the man said. "You suck his dick too?"

       "Yes, Daddy."

       "Good. Suck mine now." With a quick movement he pulled out of the girl on the bed and turned to face her, his huge cock standing up like a telephone pole. "Suck this dick that's just been in your sister's ass, you whore."

       "Yes, Daddy," Noel said. She went to him and got down on her knees and took that cock in her mouth.

       The man looked at me over Noel's bobbing head. "What's your damn name again?"

       "Uh--Phil," I got out. I could hardly speak.

       "Phil, huh? I'm Marcus," he said. He indicated the girl on the bed. "This is Connie. You want to fuck her?"

       The girl made a sound.

       "Um--I--no, thanks," I said. There was a pressure in my chest, and I wondered if I was getting a heart attack.

       "Why not?" Marcus said. "She can't stop you. She's as pretty as Noel here. Maybe prettier." I couldn't see the girl's face too well, but I had no reason to doubt him. "Sucks good too," Marcus said. "You want her to suck your dick?"

       I suddenly realized that my dick was hard. It surprised me, but then I was in a state of shock anyway, and this surprise was relatively minor. Still, I could only shake my head.

       "Well, plenty of time," Marcus said. "You'll be staying for dinner, I expect."

       "Um--no," I said. "No, I can't, I--I just--"

       Noel took her mouth off her father's cock. "Yes, he will," she said. Then she resumed sucking him.

       "There you go," Marcus said. "The whore cooks a damn good dinner, I'll say that for her."

       "I can't stay," I said. I still thought I might have a heart attack. Or faint. Or something.

       "Listen, bud," Marcus said. "If the whore says you're staying, then you're staying. You got that?"

       There was something in his voice that frightened me. But this was ridiculous. I could have just turned and walked out. Leaving the sight of Noel on her knees, sucking her father's cock. Leaving the sight of the naked girl with her wild dark hair bound across the bed. I could have walked out and gone home and gotten drunk and gone to bed and tried to keep a grip on my sanity.

       But I didn't.

                          #

       

       Marcus didn't come in Noel's mouth. After a few minutes he told her to stop sucking and go cook dinner, which she did. Marcus immediately turned back to his other daughter and stuck his cock into her ass again. Connie began struggling helplessly and crying out as before. I didn't know what else to do, so I just stood there and watched.

       Finally Marcus looked over at me. "Want her to suck your dick now?" he said, still thrusting strongly into the girl. "It's nice when she's being fucked this way. Makes her ram that mouth all the way down. Give it a try."

       I have to say I was tempted. But this was just too crazy, not to mention just plain wrong. I might have been a lech, I might have been a sleazebag, I might have taken advantage of Noel when she gave me the opportunity, but I wasn't a rapist. I wouldn't take a girl by force--even if it was somebody else's force. I couldn't do that. Could I?

       "Come on, for Christ sake!" Marcus said. "Look at this." Still without ceasing his movements, he reached down, grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair and pulled hard, bringing her head up off the bed and forcing an even louder cry from her. Though enough of her wild unruly hair still tumbled down to partially obscure her face, and though that face was somewhat distorted now with pain and torment, I could still see that her father was right; in her own way, Connie was at least as pretty as her sister. And her open, crying mouth seemed to beckon to me.

       "Jesus," I heard myself say.

       And then I was moving. Like a robot, without thinking. I couldn't think anymore. I couldn't take my eyes from that face. Marcus kept holding on to her hair, keeping her head up. Her eyes were watching me now. They were wild, as wild as her hair. I could hardly breathe. I moved around to the side of the bed, across from her father, till I was standing in front of her.

       "Take it out," Marcus said, thrusting away. "I'll hold her for you."

       I started to say something else. I couldn't. I could hear faint sounds from downstairs, sounds of Noel making dinner. I was surprised that I could hear them through the roaring in my ears.

       I pulled down my zipper.

       "No!" Connie shouted. It was the first actual word I had heard from her. It was a word that--especially uttered in that frantic, desperate tone--would ordinarily have stopped me in my tracks. But now, for some reason--especially uttered in that frantic, desperate tone--it had the opposite effect. I pulled my hard cock out of my fly and pushed it toward her face.

       "No!" Connie yelled again, and turned her face away as much as she could, given her father's tight grip on her hair. He jerked it back again, twisting that hair harder. She squalled once with pain, then closed her mouth, panting heavily through her nose. She still tried to turn her head, but in vain.

       "Suck that dick, bitch!" Marcus commanded, thrusting harder into her ass as he pulled on her hair. "Suck it now!"

       But the girl's mouth stayed stubbornly closed, although her sobbing and moaning and gasping made it almost impossible for her to breathe. Her wildly rolling eyes, her twisted yet beautiful face, her untamed cascade of dark curls that seemed to have a life of its own, made my cock throb as though it might explode right then and there.

       "Suck it, I said!" Marcus shouted at her, and when she didn't respond he held out his free hand to me, across the bed. "Give me your belt," Marcus said.

       For a moment I hesitated, but he stood there with his hand stretched out, his other hand still pulling his daughter's head up by her hair, his dick still inside her. Evidently what Marcus wanted, Marcus got. I unbuckled my belt, pulled it out of my pants, doubled it up and held it out to him so that he could take it by both ends. I was breathing pretty hard myself.

       Marcus stepped back then, slipping his cock out of Connie's ass and pulling her head back even further. He then raised the belt and slashed it down across that ass, with, as far as I could tell, all his strength behind it. Without pausing he slashed it back the other way, and then continued to whip her with it, back and forth, back and forth, with hard, vicious strokes.

       "Suck it!" he raged, swinging that belt forward and back across her twisting buttocks again and again, with unabated fury. "Suck it, you cunt. Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!"

       The girl took as much as she could, her bound body jerking and writhing under the blows, her lips parting uncontrollably as her shouts and groans filled the room, and indeed the whole house. And then suddenly she broke, and with a terrible cry of rage that mouth opened wide and plunged itself down over my dick, taking me all the way in.

       Marcus immediately dropped the belt and thrust himself back into her ass, and the jolt did seem to force her mouth even further down, until I could feel her throat. His continuiing thrusts, along with the pressure of his hand in her hair, kept her that way, and made it difficult for her to actually suck my pole, if that was what she would have done. But it didn't matter;  just the sensation, just the fact, of being buried in that crying, moaning, choking, gasping mouth, her throat pulsing around the tip, her soft lips twisting around the base, her tongue jerking spastically against the underside, was too much for me, and I came in seconds, shooting into that mouth so hard that I actually thought I might pass out.

       Connie choked on my jism, and it spewed out around my dick. I went on shooting, heedless of her gagging and retching, which if anything only added to my pleasure. When I finally finished coming and pulled away from her, I could see my come running down over her chin and dripping off onto the bed.

       "God damn it!" Marcus said angrily, and he pulled her head back even further by her hair, bringing another squall of pain from her and forcing her to stretch her neck so that she was looking up at the ceiling. "You fucking swallow any come in your mouth, girl, and you know that!" He bent over her and spat right down into the girl's face. He did that twice. Then he let go of her hair and moved away, again pulling his cock out of her ass. It was still hard. "For this disobedience you'll get no dinner, you worthless bitch," he said.

                          #

       She was with us for dinner, however. We ate at a small round table in their kitchen, with me seated opposite Marcus, who was still naked. I wondered if he ever got dressed. I also wondered if his cock ever went down. On my left was Noel, who served the dinner before sitting down, and on my right, also naked, was Connie, who Marcus had tied into her chair, her hands fastened securely behind it, her legs lashed to the chair legs and her body bound to the back with ropes encircling her waist and torso. She could move nothing but her head, and true to Marcus's word, she wasn't given anything to eat.

       I wasn't sure I could eat myself, under the circumstances, but it turned out that Noel cooked almost as well as she fucked, and the dinner was so delicious I ended up eating several helpings of everything. Meanwhile Marcus conducted the conversation. He started out by asking Noel the details about what had happened between her and me at the office. Noel told him everything, beginning with my catching her going through my desk and the bargain she had offered, and ending with the other men I had "made" her service. Of course she told it from her rather skewed point of view, but I added my own comments and corrections when necessary. Marcus listened to it all with no perceptible reaction.

       "Yeah, Noel's a crazy bitch all right," he said when she had finished. "Always looks so dainty and prim, don't she, but she can be one sex-crazy broad. Even when her mother was alive, she was always after me. Jealous of her mother, she was. Always thought she might have done away with the poor woman, just to get at me herself."

       "That's not true, Daddy," Noel said. "You were making me suck you off long before Mother died. Me and Connie both."

       "Making you, hell," Marcus said. "I never had to make you do anything. Every time your mother was out of the house you'd come around flashing your titties at me and trying to get me to fuck you. I had to let you suck my dick just to keep you quiet. As for your sister--hell, that was your idea too. Started out that way, anyway."

       "I knew you liked women being tied up," Noel said. "I knew you liked hurting them too. You used to do it with Mother all the time. I knew what was going on, I wasn't a dumb kid, you know."

       "You were a nosy little bitch, is what you were," Marcus said. "Your mother was a wonderful woman. A wonderful, saintly woman."

       "Saintly hell," Noel said. "She was a stone masochist, and she loved what you did to her. And you did plenty." She turned to me. "He used to have parties where he would invite all his male friends, and he would hang my mother up naked in the middle of the living room, hang her up by her wrists, with her legs apart, and all the men would fuck her that way. Sometimes two at once. And they would whip her too. With their belts. And she just loved it. We kids were supposed to be asleep, but she would wake us up with her screams. Not just screams of pain either. Oh, she loved it, honest to god."

       "Yeah, and you were jealous," Marcus said. "Even as a little kid, you wanted to be her. I still think you knocked her off."

       "How did she die?" I asked.

       "Fell down the stairs," Marcus said. "Down the cellar stairs, broke her head open. I wasn't there. Noel was there though. Probably pushed her."

       "I didn't have to push her," Noel said. "She fell because of the way you had her tied. Trying to walk around with her ankles hobbled that way, and her hands--"

       "Suck my dick," her father said.

       I didn't interpret that as a literal command, simply as an irritated put-down, but Noel evidently felt differently. She immediately slid off her chair, went to her knees and took Marcus's still amazingly hard cock in her mouth.

       Connie never said a word.

       "The only way I can ever shut the bitch up," Marcus said to me as Noel sucked him.

       "You don't seem to have that trouble with Connie," I remarked.

       "Oh, she can say plenty when she's a mind to," Marcus said. "But she doesn't bother much now, because I don't listen. All it is is whining and begging and how much she hates me and all."

       "You don't mind that she hates you?"

       Marcus shrugged. "Makes it better sometimes," he said. "You want to fuck her?"

       I couldn't answer.

       "Tell you what," Marcus said. "You'll stay over with us, I'll give her to you for the night. How does that sound?"
       Conne made a sound. One single sound. I looked at her. Her eyes were blazing with fury.

       "I couldn't do that," I said weakly. "I have to

get--"

       "Bullshit," Marcus said. "No trouble at all. We got lots of room. I'll tie her down on your bed, you can do anything you want with her. All night long. Just don't untie her. You untie her, she'll get out for sure. You got to give me your word on that."

       I looked at Connie again. My cock was hard. What the hell was going on here? "I don't--" I stammered. "I'm not--I--"

       "That's settled," Marcus said. "Okay, that's enough," he said to the industriously sucking Noel. "You can do more of that later on; you'll sleep in with me tonight. Right now you can get us some coffee."

       Noel slid her mouth off his cock and got up, then went into the kitchen to get the coffee. It was excellent. 

       

                           #

       After dinner Marcus untied Connie from the chair and took her upstairs. Even when releasing her from whatever she was tied to, he was able to keep her partially bound, thus limiting her freedom of movement. It was obviously the result of long practice on his part.

       "Well, you believe me now?" Noel said to me when we were alone. "Or do you still think I'm crazy?"

       "Oh, I think you're crazy all right," I said. "But I have to admit I didn't expect this. Jesus, does your father have a hard-on all the time?"

       "He doesn't let himself come much," Noel said. "He likes to be always ready to fuck one of us. Sometimes he can't help it though. Usually when he's hurting Connie."

       "What did he mean about Connie being your idea?" I said.

       Noel gave a little snort. "I hated that bitch," she said. "That little cunt was a pain in my ass from the day she was born. She was the youngest and she got all the attention. Everybody saying how fucking cute she was, how sweet and pretty and good. All the time we were growing up. And my father--" She stopped.

       "You were jealous of her," I said. "Like you were of your mother, but in a different way."

       "Well he damn well started paying attention to me when I started sucking his cock," Noel said. "But still, Connie was the good one. The pure one, right?" She laughed. "Well I took care of that all right."

       "What did you do?" I said.

       "I told her we were going to play a game," Noel said. "Like we used to play when we were kids. We weren't exactly kids anymore, but what the hell, she was so happy that I was being nice to her for a change that she went along with it. I told her I'd be an Indian chief and she could be my white captive. I would tie her up and do a war dance or something. Then somebody would come and rescue her. After that, I said, we could change roles and she could tie me up. And the stupid bitch fell for it."

       "She let you tie her up?" I said.

       "She didn't have a clue. I spread her arms and legs and tied her all stretched out on her bed. She complained that I was tying her too tight, but by that time she couldn't do much about it. Still, she didn't catch on that anything was wrong till I started cutting her clothes off."

       "And then it was too late," I said.

       "Damn right. You should have heard her yelling her head off when I called my father in."

       "Weren't you afraid he'd be angry at you for doing that to your sister?"

       "I didn't care, because I knew what else would happen. And I was right. He took one look at that naked helpless body spread out that way, and how she was twisting and straining, trying to get away, and he was a goner. He just stood there and looked at her, and I could see his hard-on stretching out the front of his pants till I thought they'd burst. I think he forgot I was there at all. He finally made this funny little noise, and then he unzipped himself and pulled out his dick. Christ, she really started going crazy then. She was crying and screaming and begging him not to do it, but you couldn't have stopped him with a bulldozer. He got right down on top of her and shoved that cock right up her twat, and just fucked her like crazy. Didn't last too long, but when he came he just stayed there, stayed inside her, and in about a minute he was ready again, and he did it longer. He did it that way it must have been four or five times, and each time it lasted longer, and all the time Connie was begging and screaming and pulling at the ropes, which just made him hotter. I thought he was going to go on fucking her all night. But finally he got off her, and he sat up on the edge of the bed, and he looked at me. I didn't know if he was getting ready to hit me or what.

       "Then he said, 'You did this, you filthy bitch.'

       "And I said, 'I did it for you, Daddy.'

       "I still didn't know what he would do. Then he said, 'My dick is all sticky from your sister's twat. You like to suck on it so much, come over hear and clean it off.'

       "So I did. His cock was all limp and hanging out of his pants, with Connie's juices all over it, and some of her blood too--because of course she'd been a virgin--and his come and everything, and I got down there and took it in my mouth and cleaned it off with my mouth and tongue. He had me keep doing it till he actually started getting hard again. Then he just got up and walked out of the room. But before he left he said one more thing. He said, 'Don't untie her.' And he's kept her tied up one way or another ever since."

       "Quite a story," I said.

       "Made you hard, didn't it?" Noel said. "I'd suck you off, but I think you better save yourself for Connie."

       Just then Marcus called down to us from upstairs, telling Noel to bring me up to Connie's room. He had the younger girl tied on her back on the bed, her arms stretched over her head, her wrists bound together and fastened to the headboard, her legs spread wide apart, with ankles bound to the bedposts at the bottom. The sight was breathtaking.

       "You can get at her cunt and her mouth all you want this way," Marcus said to me. "If you want her ass you can untie her legs and turn her over, but be sure to keep her wrists tied. Give her the least chance, she'll get away from you for sure. Best thing is just leave her as she is. I can turn her for you in the morning if you want."

       My cock was throbbing with lust, but I made one more token protest. "Look, I don't think I should--I mean, I should really--"

       "No way you're leaving tonight, fellow," Marcus said. "I took the spark plugs out of your car."

       "What?!" I was startled, and suddenly afraid.

       "Don't worry, I'll put them back tomorrow," Marcus said. "Sometime."

       "Now look--"

       "Have a good night," Marcus said, and he went out and closed the door, taking Noel with him.

                           #

       "Jesus Christ!" I said. It was all I could think of to say. I was alone in a room with a tied up, naked girl, with no way of getting out. I was confused and worried and a little scared, and horny as hell. I couldn't look at Connie and I couldn't not look at her. I was still wondering if this was a dream. What the hell else could it be? But my hard-on didn't feel like a dream. It was realer than anything I had ever known in my life.

       Well, just standing there wasn't going to do me any good. I started to take my clothes off.

       "No," Connie said. She just said it, not with any real strength or anything, and not with any hope. It was just something she said, and it had obviously never done her any good before.

       'No what?" I said.

       "Don't do it to me," Connie said.

       I looked at her. At her naked, voluptuous body all stretched out on the bed in an inverted Y. At her high, dark-nippled  breasts, partly flattened by her position but still round and luscious. At her smooth, shapely, tautly spread legs. At the deliciously tempting slit between them, topped by a thick triangle of curly black hair, looking even blacker against her creamy white skin. At the long wild dark mane that framed her very lovely face. At her wide pleading eyes and her flaring nostrils and her soft, full,  promising mouth.

       "Christ," I said. "How can I not?"

       I went on getting undressed.

       "Untie me," Connie said.        

       "Sorry," I said. "Can't do that. Your father told me not to. You heard him."

       "Please," Connie said.

       "Sorry," I said again. "If I did that you'd get away, and your father would probably kill me or something."

       "You can come with me."

       "How?" I said. "He took the damn spark plugs out of my car."

       "No he didn't," Connie said. "He just said that. He didn't have time for that. He was with me all the time."

       "What? Why would he say that then?"

       "To keep you here. So you would..."

       "Fuck you," I said.              

       "Yes," Connie said.

       "Why?"

       "To shame me," Connie said. "To make me suffer."

       "He seems to do that all right without my help," I said. I was naked now.

       "Please," Connie said. I saw tears in her eyes now. "Please just untie me and let me go. Please."

       "Can't do that," I said. My voice sounded thick.

       "Please," Connie said. She was half sobbing. "I'll do anything you want. Please."

       I almost laughed. "Jesus," I said. "Jesus, Connie. I'm about to fuck the shit out of that body of yours. Your father said I can use you any way I want to. What the hell more could you do for me?"

       She didn't say anything for a minute. Then she said in a very low voice, "I could...I could...cooperate."

       "What?" I said.

       She wasn't looking at me. "I could...do it with you," she choked out. "If you untie me. I could...fuck you back."

       I just looked at her.

       "I've never done that before," Connie said.

       "You've never--"

       "I never did," She looked at me now. "Always I've been tied down, or forced in some way. While he did it to me. Him and...whoever. But I could...I could make it good for you. I could--" She couldn't go on because she was crying.

       "No," I said.

       She made a moaning sound. Between sobs.

       "No way, Connie," I said. "I'm not going to risk getting your father mad at me. Besides..." I moved closer to the bed, and I reached down and covered one of her breasts with my hand. "Besides, I like you this way. I want you this way. I don't care if you don't fuck me back. In fact it makes me horny as hell that you can't. Don't ask me why. But, Jesus." And I tightened my hand on her breast, squeezing it hard, as hard as I could. And the shout of pain that came from her sobbing mouth almost made me come.

       I was crazy. I knew it, but I couldn't stop it.

       I couldn't wait any more. I got onto the bed and lay myself down on top of that naked helpless body, and I reached down to guide my cock into her helplessly squirming pussy and I began to fuck her as hard as I could. It felt glorious, and I looked down into her tear-filled eyes as I fucked her, and I brought my mouth down to hers, and when she turned her head away I took hold of her fine black hair and pulled that head back and jammed my lips onto hers and kissed her sobbing moaning mouth and fucked her and fucked her and fucked her until I shot off like a fucking cannon.

                           #

       "Him and who else?" I said.

       I was lying beside her and playing with her breasts. I couldn't get enougn of them. The way she was lying with her arms stretched over her head pulled them up so that their whole surface was exposed, yet, as I said, without completely flattening them out. I was rolling them around with my hands, pinching the nipples between my fingers. I would put my moutb on one of them and suck it till the nipple got hard, then bite down on it, just enough to make her go stiff and bring a sound of pain from her mouth. My cock was hard again, in spite of the fact that I had emptied it inside her just a few minutes ago.

       "What?" Connie said.

       "You said 'Him and whoever.' Him being your father. About being forced. Not cooperating. When they did it to you. 'Him and whoever,' you said. Who is whoever? Who else has done this to you?"

       "Fuck you," Connie said.

       I put my mouth on her breast again and bit down on her nipple, really hard this time. Making her strain hard against the ropes and give a loud shout before I let go. "Tell me," I said.

       Tears of pain stood in her eyes. "His friends," she said.

       "Your father's friends."

       "Yes."

       "How many?"

       "I don't know."    

       I squeezed her breast hard. "Give me an esitmate."

       "Six," she gasped. "Eight. Ten. I don't know. I don't know, oh god, it's all..."

       "Didn't they ever talk?" I said. "Didn't any of them tell anybody? How could he keep this a secret for so long?"

       "Are you going to tell?" Connie said.

       "I don't know," I said.

       "Yes you do."

       "I want you to suck my cock," I said.

       Connie started to cry.

       I moved up over her and jammed my dick into her mouth and fucked her face. I pushed all the way in so that my cock was choking her and kept myself there for a long minute, pushing my body against her face so that her nose was blocked as well, until she started spasming and bucking for lack of air. Then I pulled back and fucked her gasping sobbing mouth as hard as I could until I came. Just as hard as before.

       She was right. I wasn't going to tell.

                            #

       In the morning Marcus came in and asked me if I wanted him to turn her so I could get at her asshole. I said yes. He tied her on her stomach and told me that Noel would make me breakfast whenever I was ready. It took me a good long while to get downstairs.

       Noel was already dressed for work. I didn't know what kind of night she had spend with her father, but I was sure it had been a strenuous one. But she looked as neat and pulled together as usual. The breakfast she served me was scrumptious, and I had an appetite like a horse. Marcus had gone upstairs to tend to Connie. From the sounds that came floating down to the kitchen, I was pretty sure he was tending to her the same way I had been doing.

       "You look really nice, Noel," I told her as she stood by my chair to serve me more pancakes. "If I hadn't been screwing your sister all night I'd be tempted to muss you up a little." I reached out and ran my hand up under her skirt. "No panties," I said. "That's a good obedient little whore. Did you tell your father what I said about not wearing underwear in the office?"

       "Yes," Noel said.

       "What did he say?"

       She finished dishing out the pancakes and moved back to the stove. She didn't answer my question.

       "Noel?" I said. "What did he say?"

       Her back was to me when she spoke. "He said it was a good idea," she said. "He said you should make me not wear any clothes at all."

       "Now there's a thought," I said. "Let you go walking around the office naked all day long? The guys would love that. Only nobody would get any work done. Not to mention the people from outside coming in and out. No, I'm afraid that's not very practical. It's a lovely idea though. In fact I'm actually getting hard again. Want to suck me off, Noel?"

       "It's getting late," Noel said. "We have to get to work."

       "Well then you can suck me off on the way in," I said. "Always wanted to be sucked off while I was driving."

       "It's broad daylight," Noel said.

       "All the better."

       "Damn you," Noel said.

       "Damn him for what?" Marcus said, coming in.

       "I'm going to have your daughter suck me off on the way to work," I told him.

       "Good," Marcus said. "I got a couple of errands in town, so I'll come along with you and see she does it right."

       "I thought you never left the house," I said.        

       "Who told you that?" Marcus said.

       "Noel did."

       "Shit," Marcus said. "You can't believe anything this bitch tells you. She'll say anything pops into her head. Right, cunt?" He gave her a hard swat on the behind as he passed by the stove.

       "What about Connie?" I said.

       "Don't worry about Connie," Marcus said. "She's not going anyplace."

       "Doesn't she get any breakfast either?" I said.

       "Told you, don't worry about her," Marcus said. "I got a guy comes in to clean up the place. Young black kid from down the block. He'll feed her after he fucks her."

       "Nice job," I said.

       "Yeah, he loves it. I don't even have to pay him."

       "Connie didn't tell me about that," I said. "She told me about the other guys, though."

       "Yeah, well, whatever she told you, you can believe it. Connie doesn't lie, unlike this other bitch here."

       "I never lie," Noel lied.

       "Suck my dick," her father said.

       That seemed to be his habitual phrase when he wanted to express displeasure or disbelief, but Noel, as before, took it quite literally. She was down on her knees in a flash, but Marcus just laughed and walked away from her. "Later for that," he said. "I want to watch you sucking Phil off first. Let's get out of here."

                           #

       Marcus sat in back to give Noel plenty of room, and to get a good view. She sat demurely beside me as I navigated through the suburban streets, but as soon as we were out on the highway I told her to get to work. She gave me a baleful glance, but she knelt up on the seat, facing sideways, and proceeded to open my pants and pull out my dick. Then she bent down and took it in her mouth.

       There was a good deal of morning traffic, but the highway was divided, so we were on a one-way road, and I stayed in the right-hand lane, so that only the occupants of the cars passing us on the left could see what was going on. I didn't want to cause an accident, but even so there were a couple of close calls, as drivers going by in the other lanes gawked with wide eyes and did double-takes, hardly able to believe what they were seeing. One guy in the adjacent lane slowed down and stayed even with me for several miles, turning his head back and forth from Noel to the road, his eyes popping. I didn't know how much of this Noel was aware of, but she had to know that she was attracting attention. She sucked me steadily, making little whimpering sounds, and her father urged her on. It was an intense experience, though after my long night with Connie, and given the distractions of the other cars, I was able to hold off from coming. I was wondering if we could go on this way all the way into the city when I heard Marcus say, "Hey, I think you're getting low on gas, buddy."

       "No I'm not," I said, and I checked the gas gauge just to make sure. "I just filled it yesterday," I told him. "Still got a good three-quarters of a tank in there."

       "No, you need gas," Marcus insisted. It was then that I saw, coming up ahead of us, a gas station set a little way back from the road, with a turnoff leading up to it. "Better stop up there and get some, don't you think?"

       A muffled sound from Noel.

       "Don't stop sucking, whore," Marcus said.

       Whatever Marcus had in mind, I was ready to go along with it. "Yeah, don't stop sucking, whore," I told her, and as we approached the station I turned off and drove up to it. A car pulled out as I did so, and there were no other cars around. I pulled up to the pumps and stopped. Noel made another sound. But she didn't stop sucking.

       A skinny young guy in greasy coveralls  and a patch on his shirt that read "Henry" came up to us, wiping his hands on a rag. He gave me a professional grin as he bent to the window to ask how he could help me, and then he almost had a heart attack. Noel didn't stop sucking.

       "Fill it up," I told him. 

       "Yes, sir," he said automatically, but he didn't move for a long minute. He was poleaxed, his eyes staring, his mouth sort of opening and closing. He couldnt believe he was seeing this.

       "Something wrong?" I asked him.

       "Holy shit!" was his reply. Then he got hold of himself, sort of. "Uh--I mean--no, sir," he choked out. He straightened up and went around to start pumping the gas, but he kept looking through the car windows until I wasn't sure he could even find the gas tank with the hose. But he managed, and when that was done he came around to the front of the car to clean off the windshield. He took a good long time doing that, and I improved his view by pulling Noel's skirt up over her bare ass, which was sticking up in the air as she bent over me. He was so fascinated by what he was seeing that I thought it would be a nice gesture to let him watch her swallowing my jism, so I put my head back and let myself go, shooting my come into her throat, and of course she swallowed it all. Henry was almost fainting, and I could hear Marcus chortling in the back seat.

       "You gonna give that boy a nice tip?" Marcus asked me.

       I knew we were both thinking the same thing. "I'm gonna give him a tip he'll never forget," I said.

       "Oh Jesus," Noel said.

       Her father reached over the seat, took hold of her hair and pulled her head back until she cried out. "You got any objection to giving that hard-working young kid a tip, you whore?"

       "No, Daddy," Noel gasped.

       "Good." He let go of her as Henry came around to the driver's window to ask if there was anything else.

       I gave him the money for the gas, and then I said, "Did you have a good time, Henry?"

       Henry kind of gulped. "Um...I, uh...yes,sir," he said then.

       "You think my girlfriend here is pretty?"

       He had been trying not to look at Noel, but now he couldn't help it. "Oh god, yes," he choked out.

       "You liked watching her doing that to me, right, Henry?"

       "Uh...Well, yeah..."

       "Would you like her to do it to you?" I said.

       Now he could only stare. "What?" he said finally.

       "She will if you want," I said. "Won't you, Noel?"

       "Yes," Noel said. Very low.

       "Tell him," I said.

       Noel glared at me.

       "Tell him, whore," I said.

       "I will lf you want," Noel said.

       "You will what? Tell him what you'll do for him."

       "I'll suck your cock," Noel said.

       "Why will you do that, Noel?" I said.

       "Because I'm a whore," Noel said.

       "So how about it, Henry?" I said. "Maybe she'll fuck you too. Would you like that?"

       Henry's face was getting red now. "Is this a joke?" he demanded.

       "No," I said. "It's a tip. You want it, or should I just give you a couple of bucks instead?"

       "Holy shit!" Henry said.

       "That's what I thought," I said. I opened the door and got out of the car. "Just sit down here, Henry, and she'll do it for you just like she did it for me. And then we can go from there."

       Henry got in and sat behind the wheel. He looked dazed. Noel didn't have to be told what to do. As she started to open his pants, another car drove into the station and pulled up at the pump behind mine. Henry looked startled. Obviously he was the only attendant on duty.

       "Don't worry about them," I told him. "I'll take care of it for you." I walked over to the other car and bent to the driver's window. "Yes, sir, what can I do for you today?"

       I must have looked like a strange kind of gas jockey in my business suit and tie, but the driver, who was alone in the car, didn't seem to notice. He told me to give him ten gallons, and I did. As I came back to the window he was holding out a bill, but he was looking fixedly ahead, through my rear windshield. "What the hell is going on up there?" he said incredulously.

       We could see Noel's head moving up and down, and her naked ass sticking up, as well as the back of Marcus's head as he leaned over the seat, watching.

       "Oh, that," I said. "Well, sir, you see, we're having a special today. Every customer who makes a purchase gets a free blow job from our lovely attendant, Noel."

       The guy turned to stare at me, then looked back at my car. "You're kidding!" he excaimed.

       "No, sir. This company strives for the ultimate in customer satisfaction," I said. "If you'd like to wait for just a few moments, Noel will be with you as soon as she finishes with the previous customer."        

       So he waited. I went back to my car just in time to watch Noel swallowing Henry's come. "You got another customer waiting, whore," I told her. "Get back there and suck him off too. This is free blow job day at this gas station, and I bet business is going to pick up pretty quick once word gets around."

       Noel looked stunned. Marcus laughed. "Phil," he told me, "you're a man after my own heart!"

       Henry was still breathing hard, but he recovered pretty quick. "Hey, wait," he panted. "You said I could fuck her too."

       "I said maybe," I said. "Don't be greedy, Henry. Anyway, this place is gonna make so much money today that your boss will probably give you a raise, okay?"

       "Phil," Noel said. "What the hell are you doing? We have to get to work, we're late already."

       "We'll call in sick," I said. "Your work is here today. Now get to it, whore."

       Noel got out of the car. Her dress was rucked up around her hips, and she started to pull it down. "No," I said. "Leave it alone. In fact, why don't you just take it off, Noel. Like the brazen little whore you are."

       "You son of a bitch," Noel said. "You know I'm not wearing anything else."

       "I know," I said. "Because I told you not to, right, whore?"

       "You want me to get naked right here?" Noel said. "People can see us from the road, for god's sake."

       "Yeah, but not that well," I said. "But if they catch a glimpse of what looks like a naked girl, maybe they'll drive in to get a closer look. More business for Henry, and more for you. Take the dress off."        

       "Christ, I hate you," Noel said. And she pulled the dress up over her head and tossed it into the car. I could see the guy in the other car staring with his mouth open.

       "Go," I said, and Noel began to walk over there. By the time she reached the car, I could see two other cars turning off the road and heading for the station. As she opened the door and got in, several more followed.

       It was going to be a long day. 

                           #

       Noel didn't go in to work the next day either, being too worn out to get out of bed, especially after being double-fucked by her father and me first thing in the morning. I had gone back with them after the day at the gas station and spent another night at their house. Marcus gave me Connie for the night again, but after I had fucked her bound body and gone to sleep, I woke up to find her gone. I could hear her though, crying and screaming in Marcus's room. He had snuck in and untied her and taken her back to his own bed. He apologized the next morning, saying that he had meant to return her when he was done, but had fallen asleep himself. I told him it was okay, and the two of us went in and fucked Noel, since she was too tired to make us breakfast.

       I did go to work, and a lot of the guys asked me about Noel, if I knew how she was, what was wrong with her, and so on. I told them I had no idea. Then around eleven o'clock Stanley, the boss, called me into his office.        "How you feeling, Phil?" Stanley asked me. "Heard you were sick yesterday." Stanley was around fifty or so, heavy set, balding but not in bad shape for his age. He was married and had two or three kids, but I had never met his family. He wore good suits and was not a bad guy to work for usually, though he could be grouchy sometimes.

       "Just a bad cold," I said. "Thought maybe I was getting the flu, but it's a lot better now."

       Stanley nodded. "How long have you worked here now, Phil?"

       That didn't sound good. I figured either I was getting a raise or getting fired, and I didn't really think it was the former. "Seven years," I said. "Seven and a half, actually. Why?"

       "You do a good job," Stanley said. "Good man. I wouldn't like to lose you, Phil. You know?"

       "Well, thanks," I said. "That's nice to hear."

       "Been hearing some things, Phil," Stanley said. "Rumors. Things floating around, you know?"

       "Oh? What kind of things?" I said. I felt a little queasy.

       Stanley paused. "You know this girl, Phil? This girl Noel, works in accounting?"

       "Noel, yes, sure," I said. "It's not that big an office, Stanley. Everybody knows Noel."

       "So I hear," he said. "In fact, I hear that most of the men here know her pretty damn well."

       "Well, she--she's a popular girl, I guess," I said.

       "And I hear you know her best of all," Stanley said.

       I made myself shrug. "I know her," I said. "We--I mean, we've worked on some projects together, and, well, I mean--But what's this all about, Stanley?"        

       He looked at me over his glasses. "I don't usually like hanky panky on the office, Phil. You know what I mean? Hanky panky distracts from the work, that's what I think. And this girl--this Noel--"

       He stopped. I waited. Then he said, "I'm a married man, Phil."

       "Yes, I know that, Stanley."

       "I have three kids. Grown up now. My youngest daughter is twenty-two. Graduates college this June."

       "Nice," I said.

       "That's about how old this Noel is, am I right, Phil? Not much older than that, I think."

       "She's twenty-one," I said, then added hastily, "I think."

       "Phil," Stanley said.

       "Yes?"

       "From what I hear, just about every man in this office has been fucking this woman. This young woman. Is that right, Phil?"

       "I--Well, as far as I--"

       "And from what I hear, you have a lot to do with that. Is that right?"

       "Look, Stanley, I just--"

       "Phil."

       "Yes, Stanley."

       "I'm the boss here."

       "Yes, I know that, Stanley. Of course you are."

       "I'm your boss," Stanley said.

       "That's right," I said.

       "And I'm her boss too," Stanley said.

       "You are."

       "Well then,' Stanley said. "can you tell me why in the hell I am the only man in this office who has not at least been given the opportunity to fuck this woman? Can you tell me that, Phil?"

       "I--" What was I supposed to say? "Well--" I stammered. "Well, it's just because you are the boss, Stanely. You know? I mean, Noel is afraid you might fire her. And she really doesn't want to be fired. I mean, that's how this whole thing--well, that's a long story. And--and the fact is, I didn't want to be fired either. But if--if you--I mean, if that's what you--"

       "She's younger than my daughter," Stanley said. "My youngest daughter."

       "Yes," I said.

       "Phil," Stanley said.

       "Yes."

       "Get her in here."

       "Well, she's--"

       "I just want to see her," Stanley said. "I just want to look at her. I know what she looks like though. Blonde hair, right?"

       "Yes," I said. "It's blonde now, anyway."

       "Pretty," Stanley said.

       "Yes."

       "All I want is the opportunity," Stanley said. "I'm the boss, I should have the same privileges as my employees, right?'

       "Of course," I said.

       "I'm not saying I would actually fuck her," Stanley said. "Hanky panky is not--and she's younger than Tara. My daughter Tara. I wouldn't want--" He stopped. "Just get her in here," he went on. "Tell her I want to--"

       "Stanley, she's not here today. She's out sick. But she'll be in tomorrow, I'm sure. I'll bring her in here first thing in the morning, okay?"

       "In the morning," Stanley said.

       "Yes."

       "No hanky panky," Stanley said.

       "Whatever you say, Stanley."

       "I'm not going to fuck her," Stanley said.

       "Okay."

       "Younger than my daughter," Stanley said. "My youngest daugher. Tara."

       "Who's graduating from college," I said.

       "Yes. Tara's a blonde too," Stanley said.

       "That's nice," I said.

       "And pretty."

       "I'm sure."

       "Got another daughter," Stanley said. "Kathy. Not so pretty. Not blonde. Kind of fat, actually. Not that I--I mean, I love her, you kinow? Love her to death. Love her just as much as--But she's not--I mean--" He stopped, then cleared his throat. "Got a son too," he went on. "Goddam dropout. Out in Oregon somewhere, bumming around with his hippie friends. Got no use for college, he says. No interest in this business. Kids today, I tell you. You know? You got kids, Phil?"

       "No," I said. "I never got married, Stanley."

       "Why not?"

       "Never found the right girl, I guess," I said.

       "What about this Noel?"

       "She's a whore, Stanley," I said.

       "What?"

       "She's a whore," I said. "She'll tell you that herself. With great enthusiasm. Like you said, she's been making it with all these guys. She's kind of weird, actually. And besides, she's got this family situation. Keeps her pretty busy."

       "Family situation? She's married?"

       "No, but--it's complicated, Stanley. She's a complicated girl."

       "Young and pretty though," Stanley said.

       "Yes, she is that."

       "You bring her here tomorrow," Stanley said.

       "First thing in the morning," I said.

       "Just want to look at her," Stanley said.

       "Okay."

       "No hanky panky."

       "Okay."

       "I'm a married man," Stanley said.

       "Okay, Stanley," I said. And I finally left.

                          #

       I called Noel that night from my place. "Be sure to come in tomorrow," I told her. "I think Stanley wants to fuck you."

       "He does?"

       "Well, he says he doesn't, but I think he does. He wants to see you, anyway. You remind him of his daughter."

       "His daughter?"

       "Yeah, you know about fathers and daughters, right, Noel? He says he just wants to look at you, but my bet is he'll be humping you from here to breakfast."

       "Does he know about--"

       "Oh yeah, be knows about what you've been doing all right."

       "Oh god. Am I gonna get fired, Phil?"

       "I don't think so," I said. "But if you do, I probably will too. Maybe we can go into business together. Set up a whorehouse. How does that sound?"

       "Fuck you, Phil," Noel said.

       "You've already done that, Noel," I said. I could hear the sound of female screams in the background. "I take it Connie is busy," I said.

       "My father is punishing her," Noel said.

       "For what?"

       "He wants me to teach her to cook. So I won't have to do it all the time. Connie won't cooperate, of course. She never does. So now he's got her tied over the stove, and he's turned on the burners."

       "Jesus Christ," I said. The screams got louder. They were far away, but they were very shrill, and I could hear the agony in them. My damn cock was getting hard.

       Noel laughed. "You should see how the bitch is squrming and bucking," she said. "I think he's going to fuck her like that too. Don't you wish you could?"

       I did, but I didn't want to think about that. "Don't be late tomorrow," I told her. "And don't forget to leave off your underwear."

                         #

       So at nine o'clock the next morning I took Noel into Stanley's office. "Good morning, Stanley," I said. "I think you know Noel, right?"

       Noel was wearing a snug pullover top and a short skirt, just as I had told her to. I knew there was nothing underneath it, as I had checked earlier before bringing her in.

       "Good morning," Stanley said. "Nice to see you, Noel. Sit down, please."

       "I think I should leave you two alone," I said, and I started to leave.

       "No," Stanley said. "Stay here, Phil. Nothing is going to happen that you can't be present for. Sit down, both of you."

       We sat down. I figured he was going to fire us both now for sure. Noel's skirt pulled high over her thighs as she sat in a chair across from his desk. Stanley didn't miss this. He took a breath.

       "i've been hearing a lot about you, Noel," Stanley said.

       Noel didn't say anything.

       "There's been some hankhy-panky going on in this office, from what I hear," Stanley said. "A lot of hanky panky. Mostly because of you, Noel. Is that right?"

       Noel was silent for a long moment. Then she said, "Phil made me do it."

       Little bitch.

       "I didn't make her do anything," I said. "She came on to me, because--" I stopped. For some reason I didn't want to tell him that Noel had been the office thief. "Well, she just did," I went on. "And then she turned out to be a whore. She did it with all those guys when I told her to, but it was because she liked being ordered around and being called a whore. Because that's what she is. Isn't that right, Noel?"

       Noel didn't say anything.

       Stanley cleared his throat. "Don't like hanky panky in the office," he said. "Distracts from the work." He paused. Here it comes, I thought. "And I can see why the men would be distracted," he went on. "You're a very pretty girl, Noel. Very attractive."

       "Thank you, sir," Noel said.

       "A pretty young girl," Stanley said. "Phil tells me you're twenty-one, is that right?"

       "Yes sir."

       "I have a daughter about your age," Stanley said. "My youngest daughter. Tara. Graduating from college soon. You're even younger than she is. But she's young too. And pretty. Like you. Too young for--" He stopped and took a breath. "Young girls these days," he said then. "She has a boyfriend. Tara. Do you have a boyfriend, Noel?"

       "No sir," Noel said.

       "Brought him home for Thanksgiving," Stanley said. "Last year. To meet us. Her mother and me. Young guy. Her age. Her mother put them in separate rooms. Naturally. Only right. You know what she said? To her mother? She said it was silly. She said, 'You can put us in separate rooms but you can't keep us from getting together.' That's what she said. Twenty-two years old." He was shaking his head.

       I didn't know where this was going, whether Noel was going to get fucked or fired, and me too. But I figured it might be a good idea to try to push it in the right direction. Or it might not. But I had to try something.        "Noel reminds you of her, doesn't she, Stanley?" I said. "At least, that's what you told me, remember?"

       Stanley looked at me as if he didn't know who I was. Then back at Noel. "Yes," he said. "You remind me of her. Young and blonde. But she--"

       "Stand up, Noel," I said. She looked at me, not moving. "Stand up," I said again. "Let Stanley get a better look at you."

       Noel looked from me to Stanley. He just looked back at her. Then she stood up. She was probably thinking what I was thinking--if he fucked her he wouldn't fire her. She stood up and moved closer to his desk, stopping where he could see all of her.

       "Yes," Stanley said. "Very pretty. And so--so free. Girls these days--"

       "I'm glad you like me, Stanley," Noel said. And she moved still closer to his desk, and then started to move around it. Stanley's eyes never left her.

       "I heard her," Stanley said. His voice was lower now.

       Noel stopped at the corner of his desk. "What did you hear, Stanley?" she asked.

       "Her," Stanley said. "Them. I heard them. Together. I was going to the bathroom. Late at night. Middle of the night. I went past her room and I could hear them. In there. I could hear her. Moaning. Making sounds. Saying things. 'Oh Jesus,' she kept saying. 'Oh Jesus, oh Jesus.' She kept saying that. Louder and louder. 'Oh Jesus.'"

       "Oh Jesus," Noel said softly, and she took a step toward him. She was almost within his reach now. His face was red and he seemed to be breathing hard.

       "That's what she said," Stanley said in a strangled voice." Louder and louder. I didn't--I didn't want to--I couldn't stop listening. I couldn't--and then she--"

       "What did she do, Stanley?" Noel said, and she moved again, right up to his chair. Stanley made a little choking noise and stood up. Noel stepped forward until her body was just touching his, her breasts flattening slightly against his chest. Stanley made that sound again, but he did not move away. "Tell me what she did, Stanley," Noel whispered.

       "She--she was--she was shouting and--and she was--"

       "She was coming," Noel said. "Right, Stanley? You heard your daughter coming with a man. Did it make you hot, Stanley? Did it make you jealous?"

       I was afraid she was going too far. Stanley just stared at her. She didn't move, or maybe she shifted just a little, pressing further into him.

       "She's my daughter," Stanley said then, his voice more strangled than ever.

       "Your young sweet daughter," Noel crooned, and this time she did press closer, her whole body touching him now. "Your sweet young daughter having sex with a strange man. Letting him take her. And loving it. Fucking him. And coming with him. Your sweet Tara. And you wanted to--"

       Stanley gave a sudden cry and pulled back, pushing her away from him. I was mentally cursing her, sure now that this was the end for both of us. But Noel didn't lose her cool. She simply turned so that she was facing the front of his desk and bent over it, her upper body touching the surface, her rear end sticking out and her legs wide apart. Then she reached back and pulled up her short skirt until it was around her waist, bariing her lower body to him. She turned her face away, so that all he could see was her blonde hair.

       "Do it, Daddy," Noel breathed. "Do it to me, Daddy. Please."

       Stanley made a sound like something I'd never heard before. HIs face was so red I thought he might have a heart attack. I don't think he even knew I was there anymore.

       "Oh Jesus," Noel moaned. "Oh Jesus, Daddy. Take me now. Take me, Daddy."

       And then Stanley moved, and before I knew it he had his cock out of his pants, and it was very hard, and he was making little noises that sounded like sobs, and he was moving to her. Noel gave a long moan as he pushed himself up into her pussy. "Oh yes!" she cried out as he started to move. "Oh Jesus, Daddy. Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus."

       Stanley's hands were clutching at her hips as he fucked her steadily, and then his sobs turned into words. "No," he was panting. "No. No god no. Tara. Sweet Tara. No. I can't. No."

       But he never stopped. In fact he moved faster and harder, and Noel said, "Oh Jesus. Yes, Daddy, yes. Do it Daddy, make me come. Oh Jesus, Daddy. Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus!"

       And then she screamed. "Daddyyyyy!" she howled, and her body jerked and spasmed, and I didn't know if it was real or if she was faking it, but it set Stanley off. "No!" he cried one more time, and then he groaned and shot into her.

       I wanted to sneak out but I was afraid to move. After a moment Stanley pulled away from Noel and sank down into his chair. He was panting hard. Noel slowly straightened up and pushed her skirt back down. Then she smiled at him. "Would you like me to clean you off, Daddy?" she said.

       Stanley stared at her as though he had never seen her before. Then he kind of shook himself. "Get out of here," he said raspingly. "Jesus Christ. Get out of here, both of you."

       We went.

       "And no more hanky panky!" Stanley called after us as we went through the door. 

                 

                            #

       Of course he didn't mean it. Or maybe he did at the time, but the next day he called Noel into his office again. This time I wasn't there, but she told me about it. She told me about it later that day, while I was fucking her in the ass as she bent across my own desk.

       Stanley, she said,  had been gruff and embarrassed at the same time.  He had started by apologizing to her, saying that he had gotten carried away the day before, and adding that he hoped she would not say anything to anybody about what had occurred. Noel of course promised that she wouldn't say a word. Stanley had then tried to explain away the thing about his daughter. Of course, he said, he had never really thought of Noel as his daughter; he had just been overcome by her advances, and her youth and beauty. The fact that she had called him daddy was insignificant; it was just a term that any girl might use with an older man. Yes, he admitted, he had talked about his daughter. She had been on his mind, because of what she had--what he had--but it wasn't--he hadn't thought--it wasn't that he was--

       "I know what you mean, Stanley," Noel had said. "You were angry at her for doing what she did. For being a bad girl. You want to punish her, don't you, Stanley? Give her a good spanking, like you used to do when she was little."

       Oh no, Stanley had replied. He and his wife had not believed in hitting children; he had never laid a hand on Tara, or on any of his kids.

       "Well maybe you should have," Noel said. "Then maybe she wouldn't be such a bad girl. Fucking her boyfriend right in your own house. And doing god knows what else. You should punish her, Stanley."

       What else? Stanley had said. What did she mean, what else?

       Noel had moved around his desk now, and was standing close to him. "Well, I'm sure she sucked his cock, Stanley. Like a little slut. You know? Taking his cock in her mouth and sucking him off. Swallowing his come. Can you see it, Stanley?"

       Stanley was red.

       "Don't you want to punish her, Daddy?" Noel said. And with that she got down and draped herself over his lap, lying face down, with her head dangling on one side and her legs on the other, her ass pushing up at him. Again, of course, she was wearing nothing under her skirt, which she quickly pulled up.

       "Spank me, Daddy," she moaned. "I'm such a bad girl. Such a wicked slut. Hit me, Daddy. Spank me hard."

       Stanley made a stangled sound. "Damn you!" he cried, and then he was spanking her. Hitting her ass as hard as he could with the palm of his hand. Noel was surprised at how hard he hit her. Soon she was crying out and squirming on his lap. Stanley was grunting with each slap, and kind of sobbing too. It went on for what seemed like a long time, but Noel never asked him to stop.

       When he did stop, suddenly, there were tears of pain in her eyes and she was moaning continuously. Stanley was breathing like a bellows. Noel swiftly slid off his lap and got onto her knees between his legs. He didn't say anything as she quickly opened his pants and brought out his cock, which was very hard.

       "Daddy," Noel said, and she took him in her mouth and slid it all the way down.

       "Oh god!" Stanley groaned. And then he just moaned and gasped for a while as Noel sucked his dick as only she could. She gave him her best, and after a few moments she felt his hands tangling in her hair. They clutched more and more tightly, until finally he stiffened, his ass nearly rising from his chair, and called out, "Tara!" His come spewed into her mouth and Noel swallowed it all, and cleaned him off with her tongue.        

       Stanley couldn't look at her after that. He just told her to get out. But on the day following, he called her in again. And on most days thereafter.

                          #

       

       Noel's job was obviously safe now, and I had no more control over her--not that I ever really did. But I still managed to fuck her occasionally, when I could get her hot enough by calling her the usual names. Then she would tell me about her sessions with Stanley, and about how things were going at home. Then one day she told me that her father had asked her how I was doing. "He says you should come out for dinner some time," she told me. "And spend the night."

       I immediately had a vision of Connie, bound and naked (which was the only way I had ever seen her), with her long wild hair and her wild eyes and her lush and twisting body. It made my cock stir, even though I had just emptied it into her sister.

       "How is Marcus?" I said.

       "He's just fine," Noel said. "And my bitch sister is fine too."

       "I don't think Connie is fine," I said. "I mean...I mean she is fine, all right, but I don't think she's happy."

       "Gee, what gave you the first clue?" Noel said sarcastically.

       "How long can Marcus keep her like that?" I said.

       "As long as he wants. And you didn't seem to mind too much when you were out there."

       "I know that," I said. "But I'm just--it can't go on forever, you know?"

       "It can go on as long as Marcus does," Noel said. "And that old bastard is probably going to outlive us all."

       "Well," I said, "you can tell him that I'll be glad to accept his invitation any time he wants."

       "I just bet you will," Noel said.

       And the next day she told me Marcus had suggested that I visit them that coming Friday night. I said fine.

                          #

       I drove Noel home that Friday after work, and on the way she told me that her father had a surprise for me. I figured it had something to do with Connie, and I was already excited. But when I got there I found, somewhat to my chagrin, that there were half a dozen other men there, drinking with Marcus in the living room. They were all middle-aged or older and well dressed. They looked like prosperous businessmen. I remembered what Connie had told me about her father's friends. These were evidently the friends, or some of them.

       Marcus greeted me heartily and gave me a drink. "I decided to make it a party," he told me with a grin. "Give you a show you'll never forget. Connie will be the main attraction, of course, and these guys will be keeping her pretty busy, but don't worry--you'll stay overnight and have her all to yourself then. I promise not to steal her away again." He laughed loudly, then introduced me to his friends, telling them I was a friend of Noel's. "You all know my whore daughter Noel," he added. "You'll see more of her later, but right now she's going to be busy preparing dinner for all of us. Go ahead, whore." Without a word Noel left the room, heading for the kitchent.

       "Okay, boys," Marcus said then. "We're all here, so let the games begin. Connie is waiting."

       I figured he would have her tied up in one of the upstairs bedrooms, but instead he led us downstairs to the basement, and into a paneled rec room which I had not seen before. It had a bar and a pool table and a large-screen TV in the wall. And Connie was there, hanging from the ceiling by her wrists, her arms stretched tautly over her head, her legs spread wide apart, each ankle bound with a length of rope attached to a ring in the floor. And of course she was stark naked.

       What a sight she was! With her body stretched out that way, arms and legs pulled so tight, all of her taut and straining and helpless. Her untamed hair tumbled over her shoulders, and her eyes were screaming. Her mouth couldn't scream, because a gag was stuffed into it and held there by a strip of cloth tied tightly around her head, but her eyes were screaming all right. And when she saw us come in she made a sound through the gag, a sound that was pure despair and utter horror, and her head fell back and she began to sob.

       There were sounds from the men too, gasps of delight and moans of appreciation and murmurs of lust, and some of them may have come from me. We all stopped and stared at her for a long moment. Then Marcus went up to her and untied the cloth that secured the gag. "The gag is only for effect, of course," he told us. "Nobody but us will hear her. And I know you will want to." He pulled the gag from her mouth and stepped back. "Who would like to be first?"

       There were several volunteers. A couple of the men began to shed their clothes, but one of them, a paunchy gray-haired guy of about fifty, simply unzipped his pants and stepped up to the hanging girl, pulling out his dick, which was already hard and straining. Mine was too.

       "I'll be first," the man said huskily. "Hello, Connie." And he raised both hands to her breasts, took her nipples between his fingers and twisted them viciously. Connie shrieked, her helpless body trying vainly to writhe in pain as he squeezed them that way for a long moment. Then he released them and stepped closer to her, grabbing her widespread thighs as he pushed his cock between them. She was positioned at just the right height for him to fuck her, and that is what he did. She gave a cry of despair and agony as he thrust himself up inside her, and her cries continued as he proceeded to move in and out, grunting savagely with each thrust. His hands clutched at her thighs, pulling her hard against him while he battered at her steadily. 

       I became aware that the other men were all taking their clothes off now, and soon they were naked. None of them was in great shape, but their dicks were all hard. I thought I might as well follow suit, and I did. Aside from the man who was fucking Connie, Marcus was now the only person in the room who was not naked. He was standing off to one side, smiling benevolently as he watched his daughter's rape.

       The man didn't seem to be in any hurry. His thrusts were hard but deliberate, his face twisted with ecstasy as he screwed the sobbing girl. At one point he raised a hand to her hair, pulling her head up and forcing her face toward him as he attempted to kiss her. He mashed his mouth onto hers, but in spite of his grip Connie tried to twist her face away, even trying to bite at his lips as he held her in place. The man cursed and let go of her hair, slapping her hard across the face.

       "This bitch needs a good whipping," he panted, still thrusting into her.

       "What an excellent idea," Marcus said, and with that he began to remove his belt from his pants. Connie made a sound of terror. Marcus smiled again and moved to stand behind her, a little to one side. He held the belt by the buckle, wrapping it around his hand a couple of times to get the length he wanted. Then he raised his arm and brought the strap whistling down and slamming across her buttocks with a sharp cracking noise.

       Connie screamed, and her tethered body jerked forward. The man fucking her gave a moan of pleasure. Her father raised his arm and whipped her again. Her scream was louder. So was the man's groan. The tempo of his fucking increased, and as he continued to rape her, her father continued to whip her, coordinating his lashes with the man's thrusts. Most of the time the belt landed on her ass, but he also gave her a couple across her back, just for variety. He didn't stop until the man finally gave a savage yell and came hard into the screaming, bucking, howling girl.

       No sooner had he pulled out and stepped away from her than one of the other men took his place. I don't know if Marcus would have gone on whipping her, but he was preempted by a third man, who moved behind her and stuck his dick up her ass as the man in front penetrated her pussy. Connie's shrieks filled my eardrums as they both began to fuck her, soon establishing a mutual rhythm and whipsawing her back and forth between them as far as her cruel tethers would allow. The man behind her reached around to seize her breasts, clamping the nipples between his fingers, while the one in front tangled both hands in her hair and pulled her face to his as the first man had. By now she was too weak or too fearful of further punishment to resist, and he ravaged her howling mouth with his as they both pounded mercilessly at her until they came.

       After that the remaining three men took their pleasure with her one by one. The first one asked Marcus to whip her again as he took her, which Marcus did. The next one wanted to whip her himself, and Marcus graciously handed off the belt to him. The man was practically drooling as he slashed away at her with all his strength. His blows were hard, but he was not as expert as Marcus, flailing the strap wildly and erratically across her back and buttocks and thighs, sometimes missing her entirely. Still, it was effective enough to make Connie scream herself nearly hoarse, and the limited gyrations of her agonized body had even the men who had already taken her getting hard again. When the man finally stopped whipping her he was so aroused that just rubbing his cock up against her ass caused him to spurt his come onto her body.

       The last man went behind her to fuck her ass, and as he did so Marcus reclaimed his belt and used it on his daughter again--this time on her front. When Connie saw him positioning himself in front of her, her eyes nearly rolled out of her head, and she tried to say something, but it came out as a wild, indecipherable gurgle amid her moans and gasps and sobs. Marcus paid no attention, and proceeded to whip her breasts. He cracked the belt across her bouncing tits half a dozen times as the man behind her fucked her ass, groaning with delight, and when he came Marcus gave her one more for good measure, and then threw the belt to me.

       "You want to whip her too, Phil?" he asked, his voice cutting through the girl's screams. "Or just fuck her?"
       Did I want to whip her? Right then I didn't know. But I was damn well aching to fuck her. Though I was not too keen on doing it in front of an audience, and I knew that, as Marcus had said, I would have her all to myself later that night, worn out and battered though she might be. "No," I said. "I'll hold off for now, thanks." And I threw the belt back to him.

       At that point Noel came in to announce that dinner was ready. She didn't appear to be at all shocked, or even surprised, at the sight of the naked men, or of her hanging, moaning, whip-marked sister. I was sure she had seen it all before.

       "You're overdressed, whore," Marcus said to her. And Noel, who was still wearing the skirt and blouse she had worn to work, quickly took them off. There was a soft murmur from the men, and a couple of them started to move toward her, but she had already turned to lead them upstairs.

       Marcus, with the help of some of the men, took Connie down and brought her up with them to the dining room. There they tied her spread-eagled across the large dining table on her back, wrists and ankles roped to the corners. And there she stayed throughout the meal, the men groping her as they ate, those in a position to do so occasionally leaning over to suck on her aching breasts, some of them amusing themselves by tossing hot food onto her and watching her stretched out body squirm and writhe. On two occasions one of the men actually climbed on top of the table and fucked her that way, while the others cheered him on.

       Noel served the meal, and when she had finished Marcus said to her, "All right, whore. You know what to do." And she did. She got down on all fours and crept under the table, where she proceeded to crawl from man to man, stimulating them with her mouth. I could tell by their faces which one she was working on at any given time. A couple of them came in her mouth, but most were too depleted from fucking Connie to actually climax, though they obviously still enjoyed what she was doing to them. When she got to me it was no contest. I really wanted to save myself for my night with Connie, but after what I'd been seeing it was no good; I shot down her throat in less than a minute. She ended by sucking her father, who kept her doing it for the rest of the meal, meanwhile carrying on the conversation as though nothing unusual was happening. Finally he told her to pull away so that he could come in her face, and when she emerged from under the table her pretty face was streaked and splattered with a copious amount of his jism, some of which ran down to drip onto her breasts. She made no attempt to wipe it off, and it stayed there, slowly drying on her face, for the rest of the evening.

       Noel then cleared the table (except for Connie, of course) and most of the men lit up cigars or cigarettes as she served us coffee. They used Connie for an ashtray. After having screamed herself hoarse during her ordeal in the rec room she had been relatively quiet while bound to the table, though still moaning and sobbing almost continuously, especially when being fucked. Now, though, her screams were more piercing than ever as the men flicked their hot ashes onto her breasts and belly, and even, in one or two cases, ground out their cigarette stubs into her writhing, shrinking, straining body.

       She was moved again as the party adjourned to the living room, where Marcus tied her over a low table, on her knees, her head hanging off one side and her ass sticking up on the other. Any man who wanted to could use her mouth by simply pulling her head up by her hair and sticking his dick in it, or crouch down and take her in the ass, or whip that ass with his belt, and as the evening went on most of them took advantage of one or more of those opportunities. Noel was available too, but her relative willingness apparently had less appeal for them than Connie's helpless torment. Still, Marcus kept her on her hands and knees, crawling about the room and servicing anyone who would accept her ministrations.

       Connie had one more ordeal in store before the party ended. At the end of the evening Marcus took her into the bathroom, put her on her knees in the bathtub and tied her that way, with her hands bound behind her and her long wild hair pulled very tight and lashed to the ropes that tethered her wrists. The strain on her scalp forced her head back sharply--so sharply that her face was turned up to the ceiling, and she could barely close her mouth. In this painful position she was then pissed on by all the men--including Marcus, and yes, me too. The guests had evidently refrained from relieving themselves all evening in anticipation of this game. All of us gathered around that bathtub and pissed on her at once, pissing into her open mouth, into her eyes, into her hair, all over her face, and also on her breasts and body, eight strong streams of piss nearly drowning her as she choked and gagged and added to the pain in her scalp by trying in vain to twist her face away from the merciless deluge.

       After that the guests departed, thanking Marcus fulsomely for his hospitality. When they were gone he ordered Noel to bathe Connie and clean her thoroughly, so that she would be fresh for her night with me. As Noel did this, without untying her, Marcus and I went into the living room and had a nightcap.

       "I'm glad you came tonight, Phil," Marcus said when we were comfortably seated with our drinks. "I wanted to talk to you about something. I have a suggestion which I hope you will consider seriously."

       "What is that?" I said.

       Marcus paused to take a sip of his whisky. "How would you like to marry one of my daughters?" he said.

       I nearly choked on my drink. It took me a moment to recover. Then I stared at him.

       "You're not serious," I said finally.

       "I'm very serious. I've thought about this, Phil. You know, I'm not a young man anymore. I expect to be around for some time yet, but I won't last forever. I have to think about what will happen to my girls when I'm gone."

       I was still staring. To say that I was nonplussed would be an understatement. "Well, hell," I managed to say, "I'm not that damn young either."

       "But still much younger than me," Marcus said. "And obviously there are not a lot of men, of any age, to whom it would be practical for me to make this suggestion. You have a good steady job, and frankly, Noel's income is barely sufficient to run this household as it should be run. I know that you find both of my daughters attractive, and you do appear to share my. . .proclivities, at least as far as they are concerned."

       "Well. . .yeah," I said. "But I don't--I mean, how would--"

       "You would live here with us, of course," Marcus said. "And whichever of the girls you choose to marry, in effect you would be married to both of them. They would both be at your disposal, always, in any way you please. The same would be true for me, of course." He took another sip of his drink.

       "But--but if I did that--moved in here--why would I have to marry anybody? Why not just--"

       "I would need you to be legally obligated," Marcus said. "So that my daughters will have the security they need. Even in the case of divorce, or desertion, they would at least have some official claim on your income."

       "Jesus," I said. Then I said, "Well frankly, Marcus, I'm not too sure that my job is all that secure right now. So even if--"

       "I'm sure you will always have an income, Phil," Marcus said. "You are a survivor. I saw it in you from the first. You will always get along, and if you accept this proposition you will be a happy and contented man for the rest of your life. I'm sure you realize that."

       "But--but this setup is--it's dangerous, Marcus," I said. "Christ, you could get busted anytime. Suppose one of those men tonight got mad at you for some reason and went to the cops? I don't know if I--"

       "Those men are my friends, Phil, and by the way, so are the police. I assure you, you need have no worries on that score."

       "That's all very well," I said. "But I'm not so sure. And besides--well, that's not the only danger. I mean, what about Noel? She's not exactly stable, you know. Do you really think she killed her mother?"

       "I'm sure of it," Marcus said calmly. "But that was a long time ago."

       "But what if she gets mad at me sometime? What if--"

       Marcus laughed. "Noel did that out of jealousy," he said. "She wanted me all to herself. She's much more likely to kill her sister than to kill you. But that's not going to happen either."

       My head was spinning. "You're very sure of yourself," I told him. "But this is crazy. I can't just--it would be--it's too. . .I don't know. . .fantastic."

       Marcus sighed. "Well, that's too bad, Phil," he said. "I'm sorry you feel that way, but perhaps once you've thought about it you'll change your mind. You do understand that if you turn this opportunity down, I can't invite you to come here anymore. It would be insulting to me. I cannot stop you from seeing Noel in the office, but I can and will instruct her to have as little as possible to do with you. And of course you will not see Connie again."

       I was taken aback. "Well, damn," I said. "That's a pretty good argument, Marcus, I have to admit. It is for sure." I paused, then shook my head. "But even so, I just don't see how I could--"

       I stopped because at that moment Noel came into the room, pulling Connie by the arm. Connie was still tied as she had been before, her hands behind her and her hair lashed to her wrists, forcing her head so far back that she could not see where she was going. God, what a sight she was! With her arms pulled backwards and her face turned up that way, her gorgeous breasts were thrust out erotically, swaying and jiggling just a little as she moved toward us. The marks from the strap and the cigarettes and the general rough treatment she had endured stood out deliciously against her now scrubbed and creamy body. And the relentless strain on her scalp brought a continuous gasping moan from her wide open mouth. As I looked at her, especially after everything I had seen that night, my whole body was a such a mass of lust that I could hardly breathe.

       "Connie," I heard myself say, "will you marry me?"

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       It took a while to get Connie to say yes. Her father's threats didn't do it. Whipping didn't do it. Several other methods of persuasion proved useless. It was only when, at my suggestion, Marcus showed me the trick with the gas stove that Noel had described to me that she saw the light. With Connie bent and tied over the stove and me fucking her bucking body up the ass while manipulating the little knobs that fired the burners beneath her breasts, she finally screamed out her assent. For the rest of the night there was celebration all around.

       Connie and I were married two weeks later. The ceremony took place at her home, with a limited  audience. Connie wore white. That is, the ropes that bound her wrists, ankles and thighs as she stood before the minister were white. She didn't wear anything else. Her father gave her away, and during the ceremony he looked on proudly, while his other daughter knelt at his feet and slowly sucked him off. Afterwards she did the same for the minister--who, of course, was a friend of Marcus--as well as for the rest of the all-male congregation.

       Marcus had purchased a small electronic device especailly for the wedding, so that when it came time for Connie to say "I do," she would not cause any undue delay. A wireless electrode was placed deep inside her vagina, remotely controlled by a little gadget with a dial on it, which Marcus kept in his pocket. It worked quite well. When the minister asked Connie if she took me for her lawfully wedded husband, Connie, who had been sobbing throughout the ceremony, could not bring herself to reply immediately, even though she must have known what the consequences would be. I saw Marcus's hand go into his pocket. Connie screamed loudly and went all stiff, then fell to her knees and then onto her side, her bound body writhing and twisting crazily. "I DO!" she howled out between frantic gasps and cries. "I DO! I DO OH GOD I DO YES I DO I DO I DO. . ."

       Marcus's hand came out of his pocket and Connie subsided into sobs and moans, still writhing weakly on the floor. "You may kiss the bride," the minister said. I reached down, took hold of Connie's hair and pulled her to her feet by it, then jammed her in against me and kissed her screaming mouth. My cock was so hard I nearly exploded in my pants.

       After that everyone crowded around to kiss the bride, which they did with a great deal of enthusiasm. But I carried her off before they could go any further, as I was determined that on this night I would have her all to myself. How often does a guy get married, after all?

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       So I moved into Marcus's house, and for a while everything was pretty good. Marcus and I shared the two girls equally, and sometimes shared one or the other of them--or both--simultaneously. Marcus was tireless and I was not, so he got more, but I had no complaints. Connie was never willing, and hated both of us--all of us, actually--but of course she had no choice. Noel was always more than ready to accommodate her father, but seemed resentful at times about servicing me, although I could usually get her into it by making her tell me that she was a whore. At the office she continued to fuck Stanley, pretty much exclusively now, and she would always tell me about it in detail. With her he no longer bothered to deny that he was fantasizing about his daughter, and he would turn her over his knee or bend her over his desk and spank her for being such a bad girl, and then fuck the hell out of her while calling out his daughter's name. So Noel's job seemed to be pretty secure, and I could only go on hoping that mine was too.

       Then one day Stanley called me into his office.

       "You still fucking Tara?" was the first thing he said to me as I came in.

       I blinked. "You mean Noel," I said.

       "Are you?"        

       I hesitated, then decided I'd better tell the truth; who knew what Noel was telling him. "Sometimes," I said. "But not in the office anymore, Stanley. Noel's a pretty friendly girl, you know?"

       "Stop it," Stanley said. "She's my daugher."

       I wondered if he'd been drinking. "Noel's not your daughter, Stanley," I said. "Your daughter is Tara. Noel is just a girl who works for you."

       "She's a whore," Stanley said.

       "Well, yes. I mean, she's not actually a whore, not literally. But she is pretty promiscuous. That's what--"

       "My daughter is a whore," Stanley said. "It has to stop. You have to stop fucking her."

       "Stanley," I said. "We're talking about Noel here. Not your daughter. I never even met your daughter. But I don't think she's a whore. Just because she sleeps with her boyfriend--"

       "She fucks him," Stanley said. "I heard her. Fucking him. Heard her."

       "But that--"

       "She sucks his cock," Stanley said. "She takes him up the ass. She told me."

       "Who told you?" I said. "Noel? Noel doesn't know her either, Stanley. You can't believe what Noel says. You're getting a little confused, Stanley."

       "You better stop fucking her," Stanley said. "Or you're fired."

       "I swear to god, Stanley," I said, "I have never fucked your daughter in my life. I wouldn't even know her if she was here right now. But Noel--"

       Stanley picked up his phone and punched in three numbers. Noel's extension. "Get the hell in here," he said into the phone, and then hung up. Ten seconds later Noel came in, shutting the door behind her. She looked surprised when she saw me.        

       "He says he's not fucking you," Stanley said to her.

       Noel looked at me. "Did you say that, Phil?" she asked.        

       "No," I said. "He's confused. He thinks you're his daughter."        

       "My whore daughter," Stanley said.

       "I am a whore, Daddy," Noel said. "Do you want to punish me?"

       "Wait a minute," I said.

       "Do you suck his cock, you whore?" Stanley said.

       "Yes, Daddy. I'm a bad girl. Do you want me to take my clothes off?"

       "And you take him up the ass," Stanley said. His face was getting red.

       "Yes, Daddy," Noel said. And she started to strip.

       "Filthy slut daughter," Stanley said.

       "God damn it!" I said. "Stanley. Listen. This is not your daughter. Okay? This is not Tara. This is Noel. You know that. She's only pretending to--"

       "Let me see," Stanley said. He was panting now.

       "See what?" I said. But Noel was ahead of me.

       "You want to see me suck his cock?" Noel said. "You want to see me fuck him, Daddy? You want to watch your filthy whore daughter doing it, is that what you want, Daddy?"                

       "I heard you," Stanley said, panting. "I heard you, you bitch. In your room. 'Oh Jesus,' you kept saying. 'Oh Jesus.' I heard you."

       "And now you want to see," Noel said. "All right, Daddy." She was naked now. She came toward me. I backed away.

       "What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded. 'I'm not going to--"

       "You're fired!" Stanley yelled suddenly. "You son of a bitch! Fucking my daughter! You're fucking fired!"

       "Stanley," I said. "Listen--"

       But now Noel was on her knees in front of me, pulling down my zipper. I moved away again, until the backs of my knees hit the sofa that stood against the wall, and I sat down hard. Noel moved between my legs and pulled out my cock. I wasn't hard, but when she took it in her mouth and started moving her tongue around it, I gave up.

       Stanley made a noise in his throat, then stood up and came around his desk. "Filthy whore," he said, and pulled his belt out of his pants. It reminded me of Marcus. I knew that Marcus, somewhere deep inside, had to be crazy, and now it seemed that Stanley, in his own way, had gone crazy too. But wasn't I crazy as well? What the hell was I doing with these people?

       Noel took my hardening cock deep into her mouth as Stanley raised the belt and slashed it down on her ass. She gave a muffled cry of anguish, and I was afraid she might bite my dick off. But she just continued to suck me, as skillfully as ever, making sounds of pain around my flesh each time Stanley brought the belt down, which he did again and again. "Whore!" he gasped out as he slashed at her squirming behind. "Filthy...fucking... whore daughter..."

       And then he was down on the floor, scrabbling at his pants, and in a moment he was pushing himself into her. From the intensity of the sounds she was making I was pretty sure he was taking her in the ass. "Tara!" he cried out. "Oh god, Tara! Oh dear god!"

       Then he was fucking her hard, and I could feel each thrust as it jolted her body and imparted itself to her moaning, sucking mouth. My cock went into her throat and she practically swallowed it whole. She was struggling to take in air through her nose, and moaning through it as well, but her tongue never stopped moving, and Stanley kept on pounding into her ass, and I just came and came and came.

       "Filthy...rotten...whore...daughter..." Stanley gasped out as Noel swallowed my copious jism. "Tara...oh god...oh Jesus...Tara! Yes! Tara!" And with that he shuddered and spasmed several times, then pulled away from her, panting.

       Noel gave me a final lick, then pulled her mouth from my cock. Stanley stood up and pulled up his trousers, still red-faced and breathing hard, and I hastily tucked my dick back in my pants and zipped up. Noel stayed where she was, on her knees, bending over the sofa with her ass sticking out.

       "Stanley," I said. "Stanley, listen..."

       "Fuck you," Stanley panted. "You're fired, you son of a bitch, get out of here."

       "Stanley, damn it, listen to me! You can't--"

       "Out!" Stanley shouted, and he looked so apoplectic I thought he might have a stroke right there. "Get out! Fired! Fucking bastard! In my daugher's bed?! No more! Get out! Now!"

       I could see it was hopeless. Stanley had gone round the bend, as they say, and Noel had helped him along, though I wasn't sure why. There was nothing to do but leave. As I turned and headed for the door I looked once more at Noel. She was looking up at me, and on her face was an unmisakable expression of triumph.

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       "Fired?" Marcus said, frowning at me. "Fired? How could that happen, Phil?"        

       "It was Noel," I said. "The boss has this obsession with his daughter, and he started confusing her with Noel, and Noel went along with it and made it worse. I think she did it deliberately, to get me fired."

       Noel was kneeling at Marcus's feet, sucking his cock. They were both naked. He put his hand in her hair and pulled her head up. "Is that true, you bitch?" he asked her.

       "Of course not, Daddy," Noel said.

       "Oh, it's true all right," I said. "You said she was jealous of her sister because of you, but now it's because of me too. I think she's pissed at me because I chose to marry Connie instead of her. Now she wants to get rid of me, and she figures if I don't have a job I have no value to you anymore."

       "That's bullshit," Noel said.

       "Shut up, whore." Marcus let go of her hair and slapped her face hard, then pushed her back down onto his dick.

       "But she's right, you know," he said then. "Without an income, Phil, you're nothing but a liability here. We can't afford that."

       "Oh come on, Marcus. You said yourself that I'm a survivor, that I'll always be able to--"

       "I said that to sell you on marrying one of my daughters," Marcus said. "You don't think I really believe that, do you? You're basically a loser, Phil. I did think you would be able to hold onto the job you had--I did some research into that company, and you seemed to fit too neatly into your slot to be fired for any but the most improbable of reasons--and you were the best I could do at the time. But now you've screwed that up--whether because of my whore daughter or not--and I doubt, frankly, that you can find an equivalent position, particularly in this economy. No, Noel is right. You are useless to me now, and you'll have to go."

       "Go?" I said. "You're kidding."

       "I'm not, " Marcus said. "Oh, and don't get any ideas about exposing me or anything like that. It won't work, Phil. Take my word."

       My head was spinning. "Wait a minute," I said. "I'm married to Connie now. She's my wife. Legally. If I go, she goes with me."

       Marcus gave a snorting laugh. "How would you manage that, Phil? You think Connie wouldn't run away from you first chance she got? That bitch needs to be kept tied up or under guard twenty-four hours a day, you know that. How are you going to do that? You don't even own a house. You don't have a job, and what would you do with her if you did?" He laughed again. "Just go, Phil. I'll have the marriage annulled. You'll be free to marry again, although frankly I doubt you'll ever find a woman who will marry you willingly."

       Frankly I doubted it too.

       "The hell with you," I told him. "I'm taking her." My voice sounded funny, like I was about to cry. Obviously I wasn't thinking very clearly, but it was like I didn't even know what I was doing anymore. My life was so fucked up that I guess I felt I just had to salvage something. "If she runs away she runs away, but I'm getting her out of here. That'll make you happy, right, Noel? You can have your daddy all to yourself, just like you always wanted. You twisted fucking whore."

       Noel made a little sound around Marcus's cock, but she didn't stop sucking. Marcus only laughed.

       I went upstairs to Connie's room, but first I went into the kitchen and got a carving knife from the rack. I knew I would have to cut her loose from whatever position Marcus had tied her in, as I could never undo any of his expertly elaborate knots. Marcus made no move to stop me, but as I got to her room I heard him moving toward the stairs.

       Connie was hanging near the foot of her bed, naked as always, her arms stretched tautly over her head, her wrists tied together with rope, another rope leading from her bound wrists to a hook in the ceiling. Her toes were just off the floor, her dangling body turning slowly back and forth as they strained reflexively but vainly to make contact. Her breasts were pulled high, her ribs sharply defined against the taut skin of her torso. Her head hung back, her wild hair streaming down, and she was moaning steadily.

       The sight of her that way stopped me in my tracks for a moment. Until I heard Marcus starting up the stairs. I moved quickly to her and reached up with the knife, cutting the rope that led to the hook. I tried to catch her as she dropped, but with the knife in one hand and the almost dead weight of her body I was unable to do much to break her fall. She went down to the floor, still moaning, her wrists still tightly bound. She seemed barely conscious, and incapable of movement. That was a mistake.

       "Connie," I told her, "you're coming with me. We're getting out of here." I dropped the knife onto the bed and looked around for something she could wear, or at least cover herself with. As I did so I heard a sound, an animal-like cry, and turned around to see that she had somehow gotten her feet under her and was lunging for the bed, scrabbling for the knife. Before I could move she had it in her hand, and as I started toward her she swung her tethered wrists and arms toward me in a wild swipe, the blade of the knife just missing me as I jumped back.

       The momentum of her swing turned her toward the door, just as Marcus came through it, followed by Noel. With another inhuman shriek she lurched toward him, raising the knife high and plunging it with all her desperate strength into his chest.

       Noel screamed loudly. Marcus stood there for a moment as if frozen, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Then they slowly clouded over, and he fell to the floor.

       Noel screamed again. Connie still had the knife, which she had held on to when he fell. She turned back to me, raising her bound wrists again, the now bloody blade protruding from her right hand.

       "You fucking bitch!" Noel screamed. "You killed my daddy!" She was sobbing wildly now, and the next thing I knew she had seized a small lamp that was sitting on a dressing table just inside the door. She swung it up over her head and brought it down viciously on the back of Connie's skull. The lamp broke into pieces, and Connie went down.          

        I quickly retrieved the knife, then checked to see if Connie was breathing. She was, but shallowly. I was in shock, but functioning on a kind of automatic pilot or something. Noel was on the floor now, bending over Marcus's body, sobbing and moaning. As I probed at Connie's skull to see if she was bleeding, Noel's sounds changed somehow, became muffled. I looked over at her and couldn't believe what I saw.

       Noel was sucking her dead father's cock.

       "Stop that!" I yelled, but she paid no attention. She had his limp dick in her mouth and she was licking it and working it with her lips as though doing that would bring him to life again.

       "Goddamn it!" I scrabbled over to her, still holding the knife in one hand. I grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her moaning whimpering mouth off his cock. "You're crazy, Noel!" I shouted. "God damn you, you're crazy, you're all crazy!" I was crazy too. I knew it, I couldn't help it, and I was practically crying myself.

       Noel was struggling, twisting around and trying to hit me, even as I held onto her hair. I brought the knife up to her throat and let her feel it. She stopped struggling, but her sobs and moans continued, interspersed now with snarling sounds.        "Fucking...crazy...whore!" I gasped out.

       "Fuck...you," Noel sobbed. Snarled.

       "I should kill you right now," I said.

       "Yes. Kill me. Kill the whore!" Noel cried.

       "Crazy whore bitch."

       "Yes. Yes. Kill me."

       I pulled her head back harder, pressing the knife against her throat. "Tell me what you are."

       "I'm a whore."

       "And what else?"

       "A bitch."

       "What else?"

       "A cunt. A slut. A piece of shit slut. A piece of shit cocksucking slut whore."

       She was squirming now. Not fighting anymore, but twisting against me. And my damn cock was hard.

       "Do it," Noel said.

       "No," I said.

       She was panting now. "Do it," she said. "Do it, Daddy."

       I felt a chill. It went all through me. But it didn't cool me off.

       "I'm not your daddy," I said.

       "Yes you are. Fuck me, Daddy."

       "I'm not," I said.

       "Fuck your whore daughter," Noel said. "Do it, Daddy. Fuck your filthy bitch whore daughter. Do it."

       "Damn you!" I said, and I pushed her away from me, hard. She went sprawling over Marcus's body. She was lying on top of him and her legs were open and her ass was sticking up and I was crazy and my dick was throbbing and I fell down on top of her and rammed myself into her pussy and I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her on top of her father's body until I came.

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       Afterwards Noel wouldn't stop talking. She kept babbling about how we should bury Marcus in the cellar and how I should more or less take his place, the three of us living happily ever after. She said that she had supported three people on her salary before and she could do it again. Or better yet, we could turn Connie into a whore--a real whore. All those friends of Marcus who had been used to fucking her at his invitation would gladly pay a lot of money to go on doing it, she said. And none of them would say a word. She went on telling me how good it would be. I told her it didn't sound very practical to me. Too much could go wrong. What I didn't tell her was that I was pretty sure she would take the first opportunity that came along to kill me. Or to kill her sister--if she hadn't already. Or both of us.

       I let her go on babbling until she fell asleep. Connie was still breathing, but I didn't know if she was all right or not. All I was sure of was that I had to get out of there. And I did. I didn't take a thing. I went out and got into my car and drove away from there. I kept driving for a couple of hours, and then I stopped at a roadside pay phone and called the police. Then I got back in my car and drove some more until I could no longer keep awake. I parked my car somewhere out of sight and slept in it, and then I drove again. I was halfway across the country by the time I stopped. Then I ditched the car and got on a Greyhound bus and rode it as far as it went. I'm not going to tell you where that was, because I'm still there. I've got a new name and I'm working a lousy minimum-wage job and nobody knows who I am.

       For a while I kept looking for news about Noel and Connie and Marcus, but I never heard a peep, and I don't know what happened with the police, if anything. I keep thinking about how Marcus said the cops were friends of his, but I don't know what that would mean in that situation. I don't know if they even found Marcus's body. I don't know if Connie is alive or dead. I don't know what happened to Noel, but I think about her a lot, and I have a funny feeling that she probably managed to come out of it all right, one way or another.

       The whore.