Chapter 7

Sweet's footsteps in the corridor pulled Monique from sleep around nine in the morning. She dressed simply-a dark blue blouse that hardly concealed the pink tips of her breasts and a white skirt that accentuated the voluptuous curves of her legs and hips. She walked down the stairs to the main floor and entered the small dining area. Sweet was already there. She looked younger than ever dressed as she was in a tight polo shirt and a pleated skirt that each step sent bouncing above her knees. A little white apron ornamented the front of the skirt. In the full light of day Monique could see that the girl was as healthy and voluptuous looking as she first thought. A little unrefined, perhaps, but all in all a pleasing little package. Her blouse was obviously too small for the boobs that were filling it, and her legs were unusually fine looking. She seemed a bit nervous as she gestured to Monique to choose a seat.

Smiling a greeting, Monique went to the table and sat down. Despite the fact that there didn't seem to be anybody else at the inn, four places had been set. Sweet, looking embarrassed, told Monique: "The boss ordered this table set for you and three of his friends. He said it would be more fun for you that way. Monique, surprised and a little curious, said nothing. Just then Jouve entered the room, wearing his Sunday best. He was shaven and clean. He was pleasant with Sweet, though abrupt, and he gave orders for breakfast to be served when two men entered through the front door and joined them. Jouve introduced them with a flourish. The first to be seated was Walter. He was the stereotypical merry peasant of the south of France - red faced, bushy haired, and heavily built. The other man was somewhat paler and less athletic. He was introduced as Cazals, a clerk.

During the meal, which Sweet served, the atmosphere was pleasant, though Monique had to occasionally remove a roving hand or two from her thighs. The wine and food did a great deal to revive her spirits, and soon she was laughing and joking with the men. Coffee and liqueurs followed the meal.

During this time the sky had darkened; a storm had blown up and seemed about ready to burst out. Sweet hurried to the windows and secured the shutters. Then she locked the door and gave Jouve the key. When Jouve rose and shuffled into the next room, Sweet followed meekly.

Putting down her glass, Monique followed their departure with confusion. "What...?" She looked at Walter and Cazals for an explanation, but none was forthcoming. Suddenly she understood as the noises and cries started behind the closed door in the next room.

"Are you going to offer your ass better than that? I want to whip it good. You want me to help you perhaps? Your ass.. .bare I said. Lift that skirt better than you're doing." Jouve's voice was becoming thicker with lust with each spoken sentence. "And your tits. . .what are they for, huh? Come on, out in the open. I want to see those nipples. That's better. Come on and pet them a little; twist the tips. Now suck on them. That's it. Bend your head and suck them. Is that good? Now it's my turn."

In the sudden silence Monique could easily imagine the beast bending over the pert young breasts, sucking them and perhaps biting and hurting the delicate tips. She could sometimes hear a muffled cry of pain.

The men beside her were fixated on the sounds. Their eyes were glazed and their breathing came in ragged gasps. Instinctively Monique separated her legs, though the men were so occupied with the unseen spectacle they failed to notice. The voices resumed in the next room:

"No, no, not there. Not that..." the girl pleaded in frightened tones.

"Shut up," Jouve answered harshly. "It's not like you haven't had it before. That's right, separate the folds a little. Ahh, that feels so good. And just think, when I'm done fucking your sweet pussy, there's still a surprise to come."

There was silence again for several minutes, then the door opened and Jouve came out. He had a smug, satisfied look on his face that Monique hated.

"I told you I take care of my friends," Jouve said to Cazals. "You're next."

The man practically bolted from his chair and darted into the room, slamming the door behind him. "He said I'm next, my dear," his gravelly tones came through the wall. "Next to fuck you; next to stick a prick between your luscious taut lips."

"No, leave me alone," came the response. "I don't want to. Nooooo..."

Jouve rose from the table and hollered: "Do you want me in there, too? Now do as you're told."

There was a cry, and then nothing. Monique became consumed with fear and shame. Her fingers clenched on the tablecloth. She looked up at Jouve and Walter. They were staring at her, lust naked in their eyes. It was as though a curtain had descended over their faces and a different consciousness looked out at her... one that was consumed with uncontrollable desire. What did they expect? What did they want? But she already knew the answer to that question.

In the other room cries and sighs alternated. Suddenly the door crashed open and Sweet appeared, totally naked, her nipples erect and protruding. Cazals was close behind her, his hands on her hips dragging her back to him. Monique could see his enraged manhood swaying from side to side as he sought to plunge it between the girl's buttocks. Sweet's eyes bulged as his cock found its target and burrowed half into her ass. She was struggling, trying to get away. But when Jouve began to walk to the door with a leather whip he'd retrieved from a nearby counter, she allowed herself to be drawn back into the room.

"That's about enough of this, don't you think?" said Monique. She started to get up from the table, but suddenly Walter was holding her. A moment later Jouve was there and they pushed her onto the dining table.

The innkeeper practically tore the skirt from her and ripped open her blouse. Her enormous breasts were fully exposed and quivering enticingly from the struggle she put up. Then the two men lowered their heads and started sucking at her splendid nipples.

The way they were holding her on each side Monique was nearly helpless. Unable to move, unbidden tears of humiliation rose to her eyes. The two tongues were all over her tits and belly, washing her completely and sending ripples of excitement through her in spite of herself.

In the next room the love cry was rising from Sweet's throat, like a primal chant. Monique wanted to think of something else but the sound brought her back to reality again and again. The man was fucking Sweet, as she herself was about to be fucked, she knew.

Quickly the two men tore the last shreds of material from her and held her in her glorious absolute nudity on the table. Their hands wandered over her body, squeezing, pinching, massaging. They were looking at her golden bush, admiring the way it so lightly mossed her mount. Then their fingers were at her slit, roughly pulling the skin apart and sliding inside the moist aperture.

"You're going to like this," muttered Jouve as the two of them tied her spread-eagled to the table. Then he turned away for a moment.

Walter's fingers were still in her twat, moving back and forth, attempting to stimulate the flow of juices that would ease his eventual penetration of her. "She's tight," he moaned, "almost a virgin. Just the way I like it."

When Jouve turned and faced her he had the whip in his hand. "Who cares if she is or she isn't? Either one takes the kiss of the whip well." The strap suddenly strafed her across her shoulders and breasts. She tried not to react, but the touch was almost a burn that made her kick and squirm as much as her bonds would allow.

"First I'm going to whip your boobs and cunt," grated Jouve, "then we're all going to fuck you. Maybe all at the same time. In the pussy, up the ass, and down your throat. Would you like that?" The whip whistled through the air and sliced along her belly, catching the underside of her tits. She bit off the scream she wanted to utter.

Already the welts were rising in scarlet streaks on her fair skin. The rod descended again, hissing as it snapped across her nipples. Monique shrieked now and arched her back off the table-top. Another stroke, this time a vicious undercut, nipped at the edges of her pussy and elicited another cry. Suddenly he was flailing at her, the leather seeming to find the delicate flesh of her cunt almost of its own volition. A few more blows and Monique was sure she'd be bleeding. But her tormentors had more pleasurable things on their minds than laying open her skin. They both were opening their trousers as Cazals exited the bedroom. His mouth was wet with the juices that Sweet had left on his lips. His unfettered dong swaggered as he walked toward them. Walter immediately took his place with Sweet, only he dragged her out of the room in front of them so that all could see. His long, thin cock was out of his pants as he pushed the exhausted girl onto the floor next to the table on which Monique was bound. He bent over her, and in one long single blow he rammed his piston into her. Jouve was too busy to notice, so intent was he on removing his trousers and climbing onto the table so that he could fuck his delicious victim.

Cazals took up the lash and started flicking Monique lightly with it as he stood behind her head. As Jouve kneeled between her legs at the foot of the table, Cazals tilted Monique's head back and sank his dripping cock into her throat. The congested prick - with its heavy, hairy balls, and the bulbous red gland - filled her mouth and throat until she thought she must choke. Cazals held her by the hair and ordered: "Suck."

She had no choice but to do as he demanded. She began pumping her head up and down and creating an intense suction that stiffened his pole even more.

Meanwhile Jouve was caressing her throbbing slit, insinuating his blunt fingers inside and opening the way for his thick, stubby tool. While Cazals' dick was lodged deep in her throat, Jouve reared back and sank his pole up to the balls in her pussy. The twin plums slapped against her buttocks as his cockhead butted against the wall of her womb.

"I'm sure this will be as memorable a visit as you'll ever experience, my lovely little cunt," he murmured laughingly. He forced himself into her again and again, driving in completely and withdrawing so that he could repeat the motion. The strokes of Cazals in her throat set up a counterpoint so that as one cock pounded into her the other was pulling back in preparation of the next stroke.

On the floor Walter was fucking Sweet without mercy, ramming his cock into her tight channel as though he'd never had a woman or expected to have one again. Then his back arched and his bent legs seemed to give way as his prick swelled and squirted its thick load into her cavern. He continued pumping her until her grasping lips had wrung every last drop from him. She lay there as Walter staggered to his feet.

Jouve was on the verge of sperming Monique and yelling out his pleasure for all to hear. "OOOOH...that is so good...I'm in so deep... almost a virgin.. .so tight.. .oh. . .I'm going to explode." He continued to ride her until he was seized by spasms that reduced him to a quivering mass of flesh. His jerking cock spurted a flood of ivory cream into her receptacle and continued shooting for an inordinately long time.

Cazals meanwhile was agitating Monique's head around his prick, feeling his orgasm draw nearer and nearer. "Suck it harder!" he ordered. "Suck it! Suck it!" He rammed forward until his thick matte of hair was against her face and he began to shoot his burning stream into her throat. Then he pulled back and out so that the tail end of his geyser spattered against Monique's upturned face.

Walter could restrain himself no longer after watching the monstrous dual coupling. He pushed Jouve away and climbed onto the table, spreading himself over Monique. His dick fumbled in the lips of her wet cunt and drove into her.

"Give yourself... I want you entirely," he moaned. "Feel me in your pussy...

He drilled Monique the way he'd violated Sweet, in a frenzy of selfish and uncontrollable lust. His fierce lunges practically tore her tender membranes. She could feel every inch of his inflamed manhood snaking along her inner corridor, seeking out the deepest valley at its end. The juices from the previous violation smoothed his passage so that there was little pain involved. But the sighs that came out of Monique's mouth were not sighs of pleasure. Walter was shuttling in and out of her pussy, enjoying each and every move. She'd become theirs... all of them. She'd never unwillingly belonged to anyone, but now she'd become a simple mechanism for fucking.

On the floor next to the table Jouve was now fucking Sweet, while Cazals forced the girl to suck his renewed virility at the same time, as he had done with Monique.

The continued swelling of Walter's cockhead was rapidly filling Monique with an unwanted pleasure. She wanted to react against that invasion of pleasure and desire, to think about the horror of the circumstances, but even that was being washed away by the tide of joy that rose in her loins. Did the man feel what was happening in her? she thought with disgust. Perhaps. Anyway, he was holding her more closely as his belly slapped hers.

His hands cradled her buttocks as he pumped again and again.

"Now.. .now..." he murmured as his hot semen filled her cavern.

On the floor Cazals had replaced Jouve in Sweet's pouting cunt. His cock was bigger than that of the owner of the inn, and the difference in sizes obviously stirred some pain in the girl's pussy. She cried for a while as he worked his rod in and out of her steaming hole. But soon guilty pleasure replaced the pain in her as well and she crossed her legs around the back of the man.

Jouve returned to Monique and released her from her bonds. But he had no intention of letting her rise just yet. Instead he leaned over her and started sucking her tits while Walter maneuvered himself behind her. Jouve turned her on her side and the other man slid onto the table. Then Jouve rolled her onto her back once again, only now she lay on Walter's belly. Suddenly Monique felt his dick in her asshole. He reached around and grabbed her arms, crucifying her on his own recumbent form and his upstanding lance. Jouve allowed the man to position himself, then he moved ahead and re-entered Monique's sopping love box. Slowly he began fucking her while Walter cornholed her violently. Under the intensity of that dual penetration, she felt once again that her reason was abandoning her.

Cazals had finished with Sweet and now drew the girl closer to Monique. "Do you see?" panted Walter. "It is so good. I like to fuck her ass. I bet you would like it if it were done to you, too. Come on, masturbate yourself and show me your sweet pussy and ass while I fuck this one. Come on... with your finger..." He started coming in buckets inside her asshole, the milky ooze overflow dripping from the terribly stretched orifice.

Sweet did nothing to respond to his entreaties. Monique, unable to resist the sight of the girl's sweet little cunt, pushed her face to the edge of the table and near to Sweet's twat. The tongue reached for the set of sensual lips and flicked at the slit and the thin mossing of hair. Suddenly everyone was coming in a spray of sperm and juices-Jouve in Monique's pussy, Walter in her ass, Sweet from the tender ministrations of Monique's tongue, Cazals from jerking himself off, and Monique herself both from tongue- fucking the girl and being fucked in every orifice.

The men didn't molest Monique further for the remainder of the day and night. The next morning, when Monique was about to board the bus that would take her to Paris, Sweet accompanied her.

"Jouve said that you can go to the police if you like. He won't try to stop you or even deny it. It's the first stop on the bus route. But he also wanted me to tell you that what happened will remain the best souvenir of his life." So saying she kissed Monique full on the lips and smiled.

"And what of you?" she asked her. "How can you continue to tolerate such abusive behavior?"

Sweet shrugged. "It's almost a game we play. We've been doing it for quite a while. And besides, a wife should please her husband in every respect, don't you think so?"

Monique, shocked, turned back to her. "Wife...?" Then she shook her head in disbelief. "You can tell 'The Boss' that the bus won't stop at the precinct." And without a backward glance she boarded the coach and departed the scene of her unexpected adventure. Soon, her eyes closed, she let herself be lulled by the noise of the engine. She fell asleep convinced more than ever that men and women were the victims of their own pathetic willingness to live someone else's nightmarish dreams at the expense of their own.