THE WINTER PARTY
	Nunzio Alexander wiped his rosy damp face with a flourish of his thick, 
white linen napkin.  Nunzio was seated at the head of the dinning table as well he 
should.  The Alexanders had been dinning off this family table for centuries and 
Nunzio was the eldest, living male Alexander.  The meal was almost over; just the 
rich deserts, a large selection of rare Ports, a platter of fresh fruits and soft 
cheeses remained to be served and eaten.  The baroque silver candelabra's candles 
cast a shimmering light over the long elegant mahogany table and the prior rich 
supper courses; some courses totally eaten, some not touched.  The dinning room 
was opulently furnished in heavy pieces of priceless antique furniture handed down 
from generations of Alexanders.  The floor was polished dark wood with rich 
oriental rugs scattered throughout.  The prior Alexanders looking down serenely 
from the wainscoted dinning room walls, enshrined in their gilded rococo frames.
	Nunzio's, live-in-companion Lisa, spoke with a deeply sated voice, "For 
	Christ’s sake, Nunzio, how can you eat like this?  There was enough food for 
	5 couples."
	"Lisa, my lovely, look at the difference in our bodies."  
	Nunzio stood up from the table raising his massive arms over his porcine 
	face, exaggerating the bulk of his body, "Look how I love to eat,” adding as 
	he stretched, “my 	appetites are huge, my desires are immense."  
He walked to the other end of the laden table and stood behind Lisa.
	"Lisa, you are scrawny compared to me."  
He placed his thick fingers around Lisa's slender neck, encompassing her totally in 
his grip.  He held her still in his tight grip, his eyes staring down into the cleavage 
of Lisa's simple but elegant black dress that revealed most of her generous 
breasts.
	"You stand almost 6' but you can't weigh more than 140 pounds.  I am 6' but 
	I weigh almost twice what you do."  
	Nunzio pondered the difference, saying "I love your lithe body and your 
	creative mind but you need more flesh on your bones," and then with a smirk 
	he squeezed Lisa's neck lightly, "I love to see you jiggle when you ride me."
	He returned to his chair as the youthful Paula came from the kitchen to 
serve the final courses, clearing more of the debris off the burdened table.  Paula 
had borrowed money from Nunzio and was now working in his employment, laboring 
the debt off to his and Lisa's satisfaction.
	"Paula, what time is Miss. Cindy due to arrive.  She is still coming, isn't she?" 
	Asked Nunzio.  He was anxious to make sure his erotic dreams came true 
	tonight. 
	"Where is she?"  He finished in a threatening voice.
	Paula rapidly spilled out her rejoinder, "Her parents just called, again 
	pleading that you give them more time.  They are panicky that you will hurt 
	their youngest daughter.  I assured them that you just wanted her to 
	present the family case."  
	Paula poured the port with a slight tremble as she continued, "She has 
	already left the house so she should be here any moment.  The snow is really 
	coming down hard, maybe she has been delayed."
	Nunzio toasted Lisa with his raised glass, "Lisa, my lovely, to our success 
	tonight and may it be an unforgettable one."
	Lisa raised her glass in tribute, "I am sure that Cindy will listen to reason.  
	If she wants to leave the party then her parents will suffer the 
	consequences.  That will teach those idiots to refinance from you," said Lisa 
	with a sinister voice. 
	Nunzio remembered the day that Cindy's Father had come to him pleading 
with him, despairingly.  Her Father needed money desperately to cover the money 
he had taken from one of Nunzio's many businesses, her Father's employer, to 
cover huge family medical expenses.  
	Nunzio had told her Father, "You should have paid for your own family health 
	plan.  I don't supply health programs to any of my companies, to expensive.  I 
	don't trust you, have one of your daughters, have Cindy, tell me the needs of 
	the family."  
Yes, Nunzio thought, Cindy is mine now, Cindy the youngest one.  He remembered 
the sweet child from a Christmas party several years before.  The Olefson's were 
known through out the area of upstate New York for their beautiful family of 
three girls and one boy.
	"Paula, make sure the fire is roaring.  I love a hot room in the winter time." 
	Nunzio shouted at Paula.  
Paula left the room with a large clearing tray piled high with the excess of the 
meal.  Nunzio drank his Port, refilling his glass often as he contemplated the 
coming attraction.
	"Lisa, do you have any special needs tonight?  he asked with a sly grin.  "This 
	Cindy is a beautiful girl.  I think tonight is going to be memorable."   
	He glanced at the door to the kitchen saying, "Paula, as you well know, is 
	getting better at playing our games.  She seems a little jumpy tonight."
	Lisa answered with a slight laugh, "Nunzio, you are a terrible man, you are 
	always shouting at Paula."  
	Lisa paused then said, "You started me on this path to pleasure now I cannot 
	stop going down this dark road."  
	Lisa continued in a reflective voice, "I find I need more and more variety to 
	achieve true pleasure.  I only hope Cindy is a virgin then we could have some 
	real fun."
	"I love your mind, Lisa."  Nunzio said in a voice of pure evil, "We shall see 
	what happens, tonight."  
	Lisa also had borrowed money from Nunzio but found that her desires were 
only met by the power and ingenuity of Nunzio Alexander.  She lacked misgivings 
about servicing any needs that Nunzio might have or imagine.  Lisa was trapped in 
late middle age without a moral compass to sustain her.  Gravity was beginning to 
age Lisa and she desperately wanted to hold on to the exotic looks of her youth.  
Yes, Lisa did jiggle; her thickening thighs, her falling breasts, her loose neck skin, 
her flabby flesh, it was all jiggling.
	The evening meal completed, Lisa and Nunzio retired to the drawing room.  
The room was full of; resplendent Victorian furnishings with  large hot house plants 
filling the large  area.  A massive fireplace dominated the space.  The long 
fireplace mantel of marble was upheld by two grotesque wooden male bodies, their 
black heavily muscled bodies shined from the repeated polishings using special 
emollients.  The great fire raged, filling the dim room with an orange and red 
flickering light creating an ominous ambiance.  Several large Tiffany table lamps 
were on but only emitted the lowest yellowish light.  The extravagantly furnished 
room had an air of expediency about it, an air of danger.  
	Lisa wore a severe Italian wool, black, floor length dress, a deep décolleté 
showed her large breasts, her prominent nipples and slender neck to advantage.  
Her long brown hair was pulled up at the back and crowned her head, the single 
large ruby necklace accenting her breasts.  Her lipstick and fingernail polish were 
the same ruby red color.  Her dark brown eyes were the eyes of centuries of 
desire, of lust.  She was a sybarite.  She couldn't stay still but nervously paced the 
floor with energy.  Nunzio sat by the side of the blaze in his formal wear awaiting 
Cindy's coming like a cunning jungle animal.  He enjoyed the ritual of preparing a 
large cigar for consumption helping his mind stay occupied while waiting for the 
prey. He lit the El Presidente #1 cigar, blowing large smoke rings into the draft of 
the fire.
	He called out to Paula, "Have we got everything we need?  Is it all here in 
	the chest?"  
The beautiful Paula came in the room, her eyes on the floor averting Nunzio's 
steady glaze, to assure Nunzio that everything was ready, all clean and polished 
and ready.
	"Hurry up, Paula.  I want you dressed when she gets here."  Nunzio 
	instructed. 
Paula left the room in a rush.  Nunzio poured more Port for Lisa and himself.  The 
thick oriental carpets absorbed all sound.  The only motion outside was the heavy 
thick flakes of snow gently falling to the silent ground, slowly building and covering 
all the terrain in a pure white coat.
	The door bell chimes rang out in the heavy silence.  Paula went by the open 
doors to the drawing room, dressed in a brazen French maid's outfit, her high heel 
spikes clicking on the cold marble.  The main door was heard opening then some 
mixed voices, the heavy door closing with a ponderous sound and then Paula 
escorted into the room, their guest.
	"Mr. Alexander, this is Cindy Olefson.  Lisa is Mr. Alexander's secretary." 
	Paula said with a formal wave of her right arm.
	"Cindy, please come in and sit by the fire.  I was so worried that the snow 
	would prove dangerous for you, delaying your arrival,"  Nunzio said in a 
	formal voice, rising from his chair, playing the role of the perfect host.  
"Can 	I get you a drink?  What can I do to make your stay more pleasant?" Nunzio 
	said with a deep sure voice, "Please give Paula your wrap and make yourself 
	comfortable."  
With Nunzio's help, Cindy removed her heavy winter coat, Nunzio handing the coat 
to Paula.  Cindy's bulky wool sweater and wool shirt revealed little of her youthful 
form.  She sat in the ornate wing chair, staring at Nunzio.  A doe looking into the 
eyes of a dangerous hunter.
	"Mr. Alexander.  My family has had a series of financial blows that were not 
	foreseeable.  My younger Brother's accident was not of his making.  He was 
	rammed by a drunken idiot.  My dear older sister was not covered by health 
	insurance and we could not ignore her."  
	Cindy paused and then said with all 	the emotion of a beautiful young 
	teenager, "You can't turn us out into the night after we have had such a run 
	of disasters, you can't and still call your self charitable.  You must not for it 
	will kill my Father.  He had to take the money or we were lost,"  
	Cindy's voice began to reflect her emotions, "I have come as the spokes 
	persons' for my family and only ask how can we come to an understanding?"
	"Cindy, Cindy.  Calm down.  There are always ways in the business world to 
	arrive at an understanding.  People make compromises. You have assets that 
	are marketable."  
	Nunzio stood up, poured a new port and walked slowly over to the large wing 
	chair, always looking and appraising Cindy, "Here drink this down and warm 
	yourself."  
Cindy took the offered liquor, downing the drink with a shaking hand.
	"Other people have come to me, much like yourself.  People you know in our 
	community," Nunzio towered over the seated teenager, looking down at her 
	flushed face, continuing, "We arrived at an understanding and all are happy 
	now.  My housekeeper, Paula is a prime example.  She will stay in my care for 
	6 more months and then her debt is over.  Lisa, perhaps Cindy will 
	understand you better than me."
Lisa appeared out of the dimness, all white skin and black formal dress.
	"Cindy, how old are you?" Lisa asked in a low voice, standing by Nunzio's side.
	"Eighteen.  And why do you ask?" Cindy stared at Lisa as she answered in a 
	tight voice.
	"Mr. Alexander has appetites that must be pleased.  I also have appetites 
	that must be addressed for my well being.  Cravings have a way of devouring 
	a person if they  are not taken in to account.  These hungers must be 
	satisfied."  
	Lisa smiled at the girl, continuing in a snide voice, "You are so young and you 
	do not know the ways of the world."
	Cindy placed her empty Port glass on the side table, stood up and backed 
	away from the two adversaries, "Could you be a little more specific?"  
	"Take your clothes off, Cindy,"  Nunzio spoke in an even voice.  "Take them 
	off and pleasure Lisa and me, then your family goes free."
	"You pig!  You slut! You’re both crazy.  I leaving now!" Shouted the shocked 
	Cindy.  
	She snatched her coat from Paula, putting it on, staring defiantly at Nunzio, 
	"Never would I do such a thing, your pigs," she said in a tone of disgust.
	"Cindy would you take this paper to your Father for me?" Asked Nunzio again 
	in an even voice, pulling a document out of his inside jacket, offering the 
	onionskin certificate to the girl.
	"What does this mean?" Asked a terrified Cindy, holding the legal document 
	with disdain.
	"It means, that paper is an eviction notice for your family to vacate the 
	house, tonight, my lovely little teenager," snarled Lisa in a high pitched voice, 
	"Your history, your whole damn family is out on its ass, tonight," shouted 
	Lisa, "Tonight!"
Cindy looked at the paper, stunned, comprehending Lisa's words.
	"Have another glass of Port, Cindy," Nunzio said in a soothing voice, rising 
	from his chair, filling her empty glass and handing it to her.  "Listen to me, it 
	is so easy to throw that piece of paper in the fire," He smiled at her, "a 
	little fun, no one is hurt and you are on your way, the document destroyed, 
	your family snug in bed on this ghastly night."
Cindy slumped back into the wing chair, drowning her glass of Port.  Nunzio poured 
another glass of the sweet Port while Cindy started to softly cry.
	"Why must you do this?" She whimpered, "Why?"
	"It's a matter of desires.  All my other friends have enjoyed the experience 
	and I’m sure you will," said Nunzio in an oily voice.
	"Your Father took our money, now you must pay." Lisa snarled, looking down 
	at the reprimanded girl, "Lets get going."
Cindy sat in the chair staring down at the legal paper in her lap.
	"Are we agreed, Cindy.  One night of fun for all of us and then your family's 
	debt to me is gone forever?" Asked Nunzio in his mocking voice, "no one will 
	ever know what took place here, no one."
	Cindy stood up from the chair, her face flush with the Port and the heat 
from the fire.  She looked from the faces of her foes to the legal piece of paper 
and back to the faces.  It was her or the family.  She removed her coat in 
resignation and laid it on the back of the chair.
	"Paula, please come here and take Cindy's wrap," instructed Nunzio.  
	He turned to Cindy saying in a tranquilizing voice, "That's the girl.  Just 
	relax and everything will be over in minutes," He paused and then ordered 
	instructions to Paula, "Paula, please take Cindy to the master bedroom and 
	prepare her for a wonderful party. Dress Cindy in the white Armani business 
	outfit.  I think the diamond pendant would be nice," said a very satisfied Mr. 
	Alexander, "Don't forget, we are waiting.  Go as fast as you can, girls."
	Nunzio and Lisa sat waiting in the shadowy warm room, drinking and smiling 
while they thought their private corrupt thoughts.  It was getting harder to find 
satisfaction.  New levels of lust were needed to fan the embers of eroticism.  You 
draw a line and then you always go over it, then you draw again, and again.  Both 
knew that Cindy would come back from the ministration of Paula with the innocent 
sparkle of a neophyte.  She did, Cindy looked breathtakingly gorgeous.
	"Cindy, you look spectacular.  Paula, you have outdone yourself. 
	Congratulations," spoke an impressed Nunzio.  
	"Please stand by the fire so we can see you."  Nunzio rose from his chair 
	offering a new glass of Port to the very scared Cindy.  
The Port was almost spilling over the side of her glass, her hand in a tremor, as she 
gulped the liquor done.
	"Cindy, relax.  No one is going to hurt you.  You can stop anytime you want to. 
 	Relax,"  he said in his soothing voice, "it is for the best."
Cindy stared at the three people much like a cat who is cornered by three 
ferocious dogs.  She thought, I will do this thing and save the family.  I will do it as 
best I can.  I will do it with style.  I will do it knowing that sometime, somewhere, 
somehow I will get them for this quandary.  She looked out the French doors, the 
outside lighting showing the rapidly building snowfall.  Her Brother had promised to 
come if she was delayed to long but the snow would keep him away.  It was just 
herself against this corpulent man and his disgusting woman.  Paula looked like no 
help, she was obviously cowed by her own predicament.  
	The wealth of these people was obscene.  The clinging white wool Armani suit 
she wore was her size, perfectly.  The white high heel leather Italian shoes were 
just right.  The white frilly brassiere and white silk panties were exquisite French 
designs.  The exquisite white silk blouse had buttons of pearls, the fit of the 
material close to Cindy's body. The perfume, the make up being the best, the 
jewelry perfection; a large two carat diamond pendant with matching diamond ear 
studs.  Paula had pulled her long tawny hair back into a soft knot showing the 
sparkling diamond ear studs to advantage. Cindy stood by the mantle looking at the 
seated Nunzio and Lisa in their wing chairs by the side of the fireplace.  Paula 
stood facing the fireplace, standing behind a large, elaborate wooden chest, all of 
them positioned on an immense thick Oriental carpet.
	"It is hot in here.  Why don't you remove your jacket?"  Asked Lisa in a 
	lustful voice.
Cindy stripped the expensive white wool jacket off, throwing it to a startled Paula.
	"Cindy, this is grand theater and we want a performance out of you.  Your 
	body has charms to soothe the beast in me.  If you act in a rough fashion, if 
	you do not follow my suggestions in the fullest, you can go, right now.  Do you 
	understand me?" Threatened Nunzio, "now remove your blouse, very slowly, 
	very slowly and hand it to me," he paused than added, "this is your last 
	chance, I want you to excite me."
	The glimmer of the fire cast bronze liquid shadows across Cindy willowy 
form as she carefully unbuttoned each small pearl button exposing  her clad 
breasts.  She cautiously pulled the unbuttoned blouse free from the skirt, 
removing it slowly from her arms.  She walked leisurely over to Nunzio handling him 
the silk blouse from the tip of her extended forefinger then returning to the 
fireplace.
	"Now the skirt," he asked.
	She carefully unzipped the worsted wool skirt, stepping slowly out of the 
fine wool cloth then languidly carrying it to the waiting Nunzio, who sat in the 
heavy chair staring at her every move.  Her blazing green eyes never left Nunzio's 
eyes.  He ordered her to put her hands on the mantle piece with her back to him, 
her legs spread apart and she did as he wanted.  The fire on her front was very hot 
and her skin became damp, glowing in the burnished light of the roaring blaze.  The 
white leather high  spike heels forced her calves to stand out, her wide spaced 
hands causing her back muscles to extend, standing out in definition, her spread 
legs covered in sheer white stockings, the garter belt and panties firm to her skin. 
They told her to remain there while they talked.
	"Her form is splendid.  Cindy, do you work out?" Asked a very impressed Lisa.
	"No." Cindy whispered.
	"How tall are you?" Asked Nunzio.
	"5'11," answered Cindy without any emotion.
	"Her Breasts are large for a girl so young, don' you think, Paula?" hissed an 
	aroused Nunzio.
Paula nodded yes.  She was busy making sure the videos were capturing everything. 
Lisa keep adding time to her agreement for every mistake Paula made, real or 
unreal.  It was hard filming into the brightness of the fire.  It was very hard to 
get the quality they wanted without any noise, without letting Cindy know that she 
was being filmed.
	"I am getting very hot, can I move." Said Cindy in a low voice.
	"No, not now." Nunzio spoke with precision, "Spread your legs and hands 
	more."
	"Her thin ankles are perfect.  Look at the way her thighs come to gather, 
	again perfect," Lisa gushed with excitement.
Cindy did as they wanted.  Perhaps they just want to look at me, she thought.  Her 
skin was very damp from perspiration.
	"Turn around and let us see you from the front." Lisa intoned in a breaking 
	whisper, "spread yourself out as far as you can."
The tiny brassiere was very hot and the scalding silk cloth caused her nipples to 
swell unintentionally.  Her crotch was barely covered by the thin fiery silk thong, 
her lacy garter belt with it's metal hooks studs, burned into her legs.  She 
returned the stares of the three people facing her.  Her back was beginning to 
burn from the terrible heat.  The room flickering with her oversized image.
	"Look at the size of her nipples, Lisa."  Nunzio said in exhilaration.
	"Please, let me move.  This heat is burning me," pleaded Cindy softly.
	"Take something off and you will be cool," laughed Lisa.
Cindy carefully removed her stockings, unhooking the snaps of the garter belt with 
relief from the pressing heat of the metal.  Cindy carefully rolled each sheer 
stocking down her long legs, then taking off her shoes.  She unhooked the garter 
belt, dropping it and the stockings to the floor.  She put the high heel shoes back 
on, according to their instructions.  She placed her hands back on the mantle and 
stood there with her legs apart.  
	"I can't wait any longer, turn around and face the fire and remove your 
	brassiere," said Nunzio.
Cindy turned into the fireplace and unhooked the tiny cloth of the French 
brassiere, discarding it reluctantly to the floor.  She looked into the fire, sweat 
rivulets running down her body.
	"Now turn slowly around cupping your breasts." Nunzio said in a low voice, 
	"roll your nipples with your fingers.  Make your nipples hard," Nunzio 
	instructed in a quivering voice.
The room was silent as Cindy followed Nunzio'z commands with suggestions from 
Lisa.  Cindy found she could almost control then with her beauty, her sensuous 
actions.  She was limber and slowly went through a routine of bending over 
backwards, of laying down on the soft rug assuming many erotic positions, of 
reaching up and arching her back, always toying and rubbing her breasts and 
nipples, as they directed her.
	"You can stop now, Cindy.  You are extraordinary." Nunzio said in a quiet 
	quaking voice.  
He stood and offered a new glass of Port to the perspiring Cindy.  Her body 
seemed aglow from the workout she had just performed.  Cindy looked at the 
delicate glass then threw down the dark red contents, handing the glass back to 
Nunzio.
	"Face the fire and remove your panties," said Nunzio in a mumble.
Cindy turned back to the fire, disinclined to remove the silk thong, totally aware of 
her nakedness.  She stepped slowly out of the thin strip of silk, her movement as a 
slow modern dance.  With trepidation, she relinquished the silk cloth to the rug.  
She stood facing the fire, all alone in silence, her arms and legs stretched out as 
far as she could.  A distant clock slowly ticking loudly, the only sound in the hush of 
the room.  The room was full of evil. Cindy could feel their eyes penetrating into 
her back.
	"Turn around, Cindy, so we can see your loveliness." Nunzio whispered. 
The single large two caret diamond hung between her two glistening breasts, 
casting off flashes of brilliance.  Cindy turned warily around, her body flush with 
the heat, her face red in dishonor.  The glow of her sweat made soft the outline of 
her flesh.  She stood there, docile, in the quiet of the room, her hands doubled at 
her front, her legs together, clad only in expensive Italian shoes.
	Lisa got up and walked over to Cindy, stopping in front of her, staring into 
her flashing green eyes.
	"Now the fun begins, Cindy," Lisa whispered to the girl.
Her hand reach out and touched Cindy's right nipple, the fore finger and thumb 
rolling the nipple gently at first, then harder until Cindy jumped back in anger.
	"Don't do that!" Cindy shouted at Lisa in anger.
	"I will do with you as I want!" Lisa screamed at Cindy, slapping her hard 
	across the face.  
Cindy reacted with her own ferocious slap and the two women fell to the floor, 
striking each other in anger.
	"Paula, stop them," shouted Nunzio.  
Paula jumped immediately into the melee.  Lisa and Paula managed to hold Cindy 
down.
	Nunzio angrily got out of his chair and stood over the three women 
	threatening, "This is not the  way we will have it."  
He pulled Lisa to her feet, backhanding her with a heavy hit that flung her into the 
side of the massive wing chair where she fell to it's side.
	"Cindy, I am sorry for this outbreak.  I think Lisa is a little jealous," as he 
	helped Cindy and Paula to their feet.
	"Here, have another glass of Port."  Nunzio said in his best host voice, 
	pouring and handing the filled glass to Cindy. 
	Nunzio turned to the cringing Lisa, saying very slowly with force, "Lisa, I will 
	not tolerate bad behavior."
	"Lets finish up the bargain so we can both be done.  Cindy please stand by 
	the fireplace with your back to me and your legs spread apart."  Nunzio 
	instructed as if he was ordering food in a restaurant.  
Cindy did as told, wanting this comedy of horrors to be over.  She finished the port 
and placed the glass on the mantle, standing as instructed.
	"Bend over and spread your self to me." Nunzio ordered.
	Cindy turned to him, saying in a resigned voice, "I can't do this anymore, I 
	am a virgin."
There was silence in the room, just the crackling of the dying fire, the distant tick 
of the Grandfather's clock.
	"It makes no difference," said a Nunzio in a trembling voice, "do as I say and 
	it will be over, shortly, or we can quit now and you can deliver the bad news 
	to your family."
	Cindy turned back slowly to the burning fire, thinking nothing has changed.  
She slowly bent over, adjusting her self to Nunzio's detailed instructions.  She 
acquiesced herself to getting the ordeal over.  She began to slowly masturbate 
herself while stooped over, rubbing herself precisely with both fingers as Nunzio 
directed her in a low whisper.  The heat of the great fire, the sweet Port 
consumed, the splendid sparkling diamond swaying between her aroused breasts, 
the erotic orders all began to work on her resistance.
	Paula painstakingly adjusted the electronic board, zooming the three hidden 
cameras in on the bent over form of the beautiful perspiring teenager who was 
transforming all the members of the audience into dutiful observers.  Lisa 
returned to her chair, drinking more liquor, hiking her sheath dress up and 
spreading her legs apart, her fingers roaming over her crotch.
	"Cindy, come over and sit on my leg." Nunzio ordered in a hush voice. 
Cindy turned around and walked over to Nunzio, straddling his thigh and placing one 
of her nipple's in his waiting mouth, as he ordered.  She spread herself apart, then 
began to slowly rub on his trousered leg as he asked, her wetness damping his pant 
leg.  She threw her head back and let Nunzio suck her already excited nipples, 
extending them, swelling them, inflaming her, her breasts increasing in size.  
Nunzio would switch from one extended nipple to another, his teeth holding the 
enlarged nipples lightly while his tongue and lips sucked until both nipples were 
swollen, tender and red.
	"Now Cindy, unzip my pants and take out my penis." Nunzio ordered.
	Cindy stood up, backing away from Nunzio, not ready for this next level.  "I 
	told you I was a virgin."
	"Cindy, then satisfy me," Lisa asked in an evil laugh rising up from her chair, 
	"I know what you need and you know what I need," 
	"Satisfy Lisa or satisfy me.  What will it be?" Asked Nunzio.
Cindy look from one face to the other.
	"I will leave you intact, Cindy," said Lisa in a tranquilizing voice, anxious to 
	finally get at Cindy, "you will be no worse for the wear with me."
Lisa walked to Cindy embracing her in an open mouth kiss, her arms wrapped fully 
around the girl.  
	"You must respond to me and return my caresses, if we are to fulfill the 
	bargain," Lisa whispered as she again kissed the girl forcing her tongue into 
	Cindy's mouth.  
Cindy hesitantly put her arms around Lisa.  Lisa's open mouth kiss went on and on, 
as the passion rose up in Lisa, her mouth twisting and sucking at Cindy's own mouth. 
Lisa hands began to expertly explore Cindy's body, touching her pudenda, her 
breasts.  Lisa stage whispered in Cindy's ear all the erotic things she wanted done 
to her by the hapless girl.  Cindy carefully lowered the zipper of the sleek black 
dress, pulling the thin straps cautiously off Lisa's white shoulders, letting the 
dress fall to the soft rug.  Lisa wore no undergarments.  Cindy got on her hands and 
knees and gently removed Lisa's black high heel shoes, one at a time.  She removed 
her own shoes, too.  Cindy slowly stood, facing Lisa, their breasts almost touching, 
their single jeweled pendants their only clothing.  Lisa reached to Cindy's face with 
eager hands, slowly moving Cindy's head down her body until Cindy's mouth was at 
her engorged nipple.  Lisa closed her eyes and with her head upturned to the 
ceiling, she began a series of low sighs, her hands entwined in Cindy's hair.
	"Suck my nipple, hold it with your teeth.  Suck harder, harder," Lisa groaned 
	orders to Cindy, "rub me with your fingers, hard, do it faster," Lisa was 
	going away into a far dream, "Rub my ass with your other hand, put your 
	fingers in me, now."
	Nunzio sat in the big chair with a smile on his face, glancing over to Paula 
with the thumb of his right hand extend upward to indicate if the filming was all 
right.  Paula nodded yes.  Lisa finally backed off from Cindy's mouth and fingers, 
her body jerky in movement, close to orgasm.  She directed Cindy to lie face up on 
the thick, dark rug with her head toward the fire and her spread raised knees 
pointed at Nunzio.
	Lisa called out to Paula, "Paula get undressed and then come here and help 
	me with Cindy."  
	Lisa stood over the supine Cindy, smiling and saying, "You are in luck for Paula 
	is the best when it comes to giving pleasure."  
	Lisa stepped over Cindy so she towered over her face, one leg on each side 
	of her heaving chest, "Cindy, relax and enjoy what is a true experience," Lisa 
	intoned in an evil whisper.
	The naked Paula got on her knees between Cindy's raised knees, spreading 
Cindy's legs further apart, putting Cindy's legs over her shoulders.  Paula sharply 
probed Cindy's anus  with her pointed extended tongue.  The teenager flinched 
with this unexpected assault trying to raise but Lisa pushed her back to the thick 
carpet with her foot, saying with a loud whisper, "Relax, just relax."  
	Paula's educated tongue touched lightly all the folds of Cindy's pubis, her 
anus, repeatedly, harder and harder until Cindy could not stop moans and sighs 
from escaping her lips.  Her thoughts were becoming erotic and confused against 
the onslaught of Paula.  She was in a turmoil, shifting and sliding on the rug, her 
legs working up and down on Paula's arched back, her slowly flailing arms flung out 
to her sides, her fingers scratching into the rug like a cat, her green eyes 
bewildered, showing her disorientation while Lisa stared down at her with mounting 
excitement.
	"Now me, Cindy," Lisa murmured, "now me."   
	Lisa slowly lowered herself to the teenager's mouth, placing her hands on 
the side of Cindy's face, entwining her fingers in the lush hair, her large twinkling 
ruby hanging above Cindy's face, mesmerizing Cindy's eyes.  Lisa instructed in a 
hiss what and where she wanted Cindy to pleasure her.  Cindy could only think, 
there must be an end to this.  With resignation, she followed Lisa's advice.  She 
tongued Lisa's vulva, she nibbled with her lips at Lisa's clitoris, she licked specific 
spots at certain times, she inserted her fingers wherever directed, always 
mimicking Paula's own expert technique to herself.  Soon the sighs and sounds of 
sexual lust increased from the three woman, filling the drawing room with erotic 
sounds.  Near her end, Lisa reached down to Cindy's face, grabbing her by the hair, 
forcing Cindy's face deep into her drenched genitals, then Lisa loudly crying out 
the song of her orgasm.
	Paula stopped her indecent ministrations to Cindy immediately at the sound 
of Lisa's orgasm.  Lisa had rolled off Cindy, laying gratified on the rug.  Cindy lay 
there in the wetness of the exercise, exhausted, confused.  Nunzio's eyes never 
stopped staring at her.  The smells of the secreted pheromones permeated the 
still, hot, shadowy room.  Cindy rolled to her side, pulling her legs into a fetal 
position, hoping to herself that it was all over.  Nunzio got up from the chair and 
walked over to Cindy, forcibly rolling her over onto her back with his foot, staring 
down at her face, their eyes locked together.
	"Get up on your knees, sweet child." Nunzio instructed in a low voice.  
Cindy slowly rose until she faced up at him on her knees.  He reached down to his 
trousers and unzipped his fly, pulling his half erect  fat, long, penis out of his 
pants.  
	"I want you to suck me until I tell you to stop.  Do you understand me, 
	Cindy?" Threatened Nunzio.  
	Cindy started to protest but Nunzio cut her off, "I am leaving you a virgin, 
	be thankful for that.  This is the end for me and I will be satisfied.  Now 
	start and follow my orders exactly."  
	Cindy did as he instructed, holding Nunzio's hot shaft and tessticles with 
her fingers, cautiously inserting the bulky penis in her quivering mouth.  Nunzio 
ordered her to do endless varieties of the old theme, stopping her when he was 
close to ejaculation, waiting until he was soft to continue, in control again.  Most of 
the time, he held her firmly by the hair, staring into her beautiful green eyes.  A 
nude Lisa joined Nunzio at one point holding a glass of Port with one hand and 
holding on to Nunzio's shoulder with the other, always offering suggestions as to 
what would make it more delightful for him and more shameful for Cindy.  
	"Make her beg to suck you, Nunzio, make her beg."  Lisa would say in the 
	most monstrous of voices. 
	The three of them shifted to new positions on the floor, in the chair, 
standing up, Nunzio stopping and starting at his pleasure, always, Lisa suggesting 
indecent things for Cindy to perform, her face next to Cindy's at times, staring at 
her, talking to her, touching her.  
	"I hate you, Cindy.  I would never do what you are doing to a man,"  Lisa's 
	eyes intent on what was happening.  
	"I hate you," she would hiss.
Finally, Nunzio brought matters to a head, stopping Cindy for the last time, 
speaking specific instructions as to what he wished.  Nunzio slouched back in the 
chair, his belly spilling over his genitals, his pants and shorts on the rug, his ass 
hanging over the seat, his legs wide apart.  
	Cindy started again, bringing him hard then warily inserting her fore and 
middle fingers into Nunzio's anus, as he ordered, feeling for his prostate gland, 
her other hand firmly pumping his swelling shaft into her gulping mouth.  She felt 
the prostate gland and pushed hard against it, forcing several tremendous squirts 
of semen to flood into her choking throat.  Nunzio forced her to swallow his 
loathsome seed by holding her struggling head tightly against the base of his 
pumping penis.  He ordered her to keep sucking until his deflated penis finally fell 
from her wet lips.  Cindy collapsed to the floor whimpering, the degradation too 
much.  Nunzio filled another glass of port, leaning down to the girl, giving the glass 
to her, watching her lean up on one hand, gulping the drink down, ridding herself of 
the foul taste.  Cindy let the glass roll from her hand as she laid back on the 
carpet.
	"You are a beautiful woman. Cindy,  you are so lovely," Nunzio spoke to Cindy 
	as his glaze wandered over her lovely form all wet and shiny from the heat 
	of the fire and the remnants of the juices of sex., whispering,  "this has 
	been a most 	memorable evening for me."
	"Paula, it's your turn." Nunzio instructed in a clear voice, "are you ready?"  
	Cindy sat up when she heard this order.  She jumped up when she saw a 
naked Paula come into view wearing an elaborate leather harness.  A mammoth 
thick gnarly, glistening, bright pink, dildo protruded from Paula's crotch, one half 
the rig already inserted into Paula's own vagina, rubbing against her clitoris. 
	Paula stood looking down at the stunned teenager, holding the obscene thing 
	with her two hands waving it obscenely, grinning and saying in a sinister 
	voice,  "Your lucky Cindy. 	I have rubbed the finest oils on this beauty to 
	make it easy for you."
Cindy scrambled to run but the naked Lisa and Nunzio grabbed her, forcing her 
knees to the floor, bending her over, exposing her pudenda to Paula who waited 
behind her holding the vile piece of greased rubber.
	"For god's sake, let me go,” Cindy Pleaded, “you promised you wouldn't do 
	this," screamed Cindy, "You promised!  Please, please, oh god, please," she 
	begged while valiantly struggling.
	"Cindy, Nunzio and I said we would not do it.  You should have asked Paula," 
	giggled a drunken Lisa, "now, put it to her, Paula."
	Cindy struggled with all her might, several times almost breaking away from 
the three but might prevailed and with Nunzio pressing against her head with his 
knees, holding her thighs tightly forward with his hands and Lisa helping position 
the counterfeit penis, it was all over in a single, powerful thrust from Paula.  
Cindy's screams and cries filled the dim room from the invasion of the giant dildo.  
Paula began her relentless pumping, causing her mouth to rictus in wonder, in 
ecstasy.
	Nunzio and Lisa held Cindy tight in their grip until they could feel Cindy's 
resistance lessening, then they left and returned to the chairs to watch the 
fascinating, lewd doggy fashion play.  Cindy's diamond pendant jerked through the 
air with the violence of Paula's plungings, the grotesque appendage fully impaling 
Cindy each time Paula closed with her.  Paula's lustful sighs mixed with the grunts 
and whimpers of Cindy.  
	Lisa got up and poured her Port onto the sliding shaft, giggling, "Port is good 
	for everything, your pussy probably needs a drink, Cindy."  
	Lisa backed over to the chest, quickly returning with a large leather quirt 
	that she began to beat upon Cindy's buttocks and back, "Faster Paula, do her 
	faster," shouted Lisa at Paula, always slapping Cindy's derriere with the 
	leather crop, turning Cindy's fanny a bright pink.  
Paula redoubled her efforts, holding tight with her hands, Cindy's fore thighs.  
Eventually Paula screamed out in jubilation at having her own orgasm. The two 
women fell apart, one pitched forward in pain and sorrow, one fell back, in the 
throes of erotic pleasure.  An exhausted Paula laid on her back with the glistening 
dildo pointed to the ceiling, her arms all akimbo, her legs spread, a smile on her 
face.  Cindy lay tightly curled in a fetal ball by the side of the wing chair, on the 
verge of hysteria.  After a while, Paula got up and staggered from the room.  
Silence permeated the sweltering chamber, the lowering fire still cracking and 
sparking occasionally, the clock ticking.  Nunzio’s eyelids slowly closed as his mouth 
opened.  Three people all appeased in their own way. Sleep overtook three of them.
	Cindy lay there for a long time, softly crying.  Then her tormented mind 
began to focus.  She got carefully up on her hands and knees, looking around the 
room.  Nunzio was passed out in the wing chair, his little penis limply hanging down, 
his mouth open, enormous snores coming out, the gurgling sounds filling the room.  
The au natural Lisa was asleep on a small fancy fainting couch, oblivious to the 
world.  Cindy rose up apprehensively, looking for Paula but not finding her.  Cindy 
stood shakily by the fire, inspecting herself in its light.  She was sore, she was 
battered but she was going to be all-right, for the moment.  She quietly gathered 
up the white outfit, the shoes, the undergarments and cautiously left the room, 
heading to the master bedroom at the back of the house.  She wanted to find her 
clothes.  She entered the master bedroom quietly, finding a bare Paula sprawled 
across the gigantic bed, face down.
	Paula heard Cindy enter the room, rolling over, saying "Wow, was that some 
	party.  Are you all-right, Cindy?"
	Cindy clutched the clothes to her front, saying, "Don't give me any trouble,  
	Paula."
	Paula got out of the bed and came to Cindy, "Cindy, I like you. Lets continue 
	where we left off.  I can show you some things that will drive you nuts."  
Paula started to put her arms around Cindy but Cindy gave her a tremendous shove 
causing Paula to fall to the floor, banging her head hard on the marble tile.  Paula 
was out for the night.  Cindy looked to make sure she wasn't bleeding.  
	Cindy left the naked Paula lying on the cold floor, hog tied with the white 
stockings, the silk panties stuffed in her mouth.  Cindy looked down at Paula, proud 
that she had subdued one adversary.  Cindy found her clothes, dressing in a hurry, 
pulling her sweater over the diamond pendant.  The rest of the white Armani outfit 
she threw into a designer overnight bag that lay by the closet.  The master 
bedroom was opulent, richly furnished and she carefully inspected all the drawers.  
One night stand table contained a .38 snub nose revolver that she grabbed.  She 
checked the gun to make sure it was loaded.  Thank god her Father had taught her 
how to handle firearms.  Now Cindy felt very comfortable.  The night stand also 
revealed a large amount of cash; American fifties and hundreds stuffed in a large 
legal pouch.  She jammed the pouch into the designer bag, thinking isn't that 
fairness.  In the bathroom she found Lisa's jewelry case and she emptied the case 
into the designer bag.  Cindy thought, its pay back time.
	Cindy returned to the drawing room, bag in hand.  Silently she walked over to 
the ornate chest.  Nunzio's snores still filled the room.  Lisa had not moved from 
the small couch.  She looked down at the console built into the elaborate chest 
stunned to see the three monitors still keyed, live, on the area of the fireplace.  
My god they filmed the whole thing, she realized.  The large chest contained many 
rolls of videos and films.  It also contained long strips of soft thick leather, 
bondage leather she thought.  She withdrew a handful of the thongs with one hand, 
holding the revolver with the other.  She stood there dressed in her comfortable 
skirt and sweater looking first at the naked Lisa, then at the corpulent, exposed 
Nunzio.  She cocked the gun, firing a round into the chair, close to Nunzio's head.  
He came alive with gurgles and grunts, confused as to what was happening.  
	Cindy carefully cocked the gun with a loud click, saying in a deadly manner of 
	voice, "move Nunzio and you die."  
Nunzio stared at her with wide opened eyes, focused at the black hole of the 
barrel that pointed at his lower gut.  The bare Lisa sat up, looking around, confused 
also.
	"Lisa, come over here and stand by Nunzio where I can see you," threatened 
	Cindy, with a terrifying edge to her voice.  
Lisa moved fast to Nunzio's side.
	"Stand up Nunzio, now!  Lisa, remove all his clothes, now!" commanded the 
	teenager, "now Lisa, or I will gut shoot you with pleasure."
	Lisa flew at Nunzio's clothes, tearing at the various pieces of dress, yanking 
his shoes off, ripping his socks.  When she was finished, he stood there and Cindy 
laugh uproariously, the sight of this fat man standing naked too funny to imagine.
	"Sit down, little dick," Cindy instructed the quaking Nunzio.  "Lisa, take 
	these thongs and tie his legs to each front leg of the chair, now!" she 
	shouted in fury at Lisa.  
Lisa quickly did as told.
	"Now bend over Nunzio so Lisa can tie your hands behind your back." Cindy 
	ordered with a wave of the gun.
	"Cindy, lets talk," started a terrified Nunzio but Cindy stopped him with a 
	curt, "shut up, scum bag!" jamming the gun barrel into the folds of his fat 
	neck.  
Cindy checked each knot when Lisa was done, making sure that all were tied 
properly, the gun always pointed at Lisa's face.
	Cindy ordered Lisa to lie on her stomach by the fire.  "This is how I felt, 
	helpless,"  Cindy intoned to the petrified Lisa, "put your hands behind your 
	back, now!"  
Cindy quickly hog tied Lisa with the thongs, pulling her ankles and wrists tightly 
together.
	"Now that we have ever thing in order, lets continue the party," Cindy lightly 
	laughed.  
She walked over to the chest and removed a large plastic vibrator, turning the 
handle, happy at the fresh batteries that made the vibrator leap in her hand with 
frenzy.  Cindy walked back to Lisa, with a big smile on her face, slapping the 
buzzing piece in her hand as she came.
	"Where do you want it, Lisa?" Cindy mocked as she stared down at the 
	tightly bound woman, holding the immense shiny vibrator in front of Lisa's 
	face.
Lisa rolled on her back and started to inch away, crabbing as best she could with 
her toes and fingers.
	"Please, Cindy, please don't do this.  I am an older woman, please," Lisa 
	whimpered and begged, "oh, please Cindy, I will testify on your behalf. Oh, 
	God, please don't do this."
Without waiting Cindy bent down, laid the gun on the rug rolling Lisa roughly onto 
her stomach.  With both hands she spread Lisa's buttocks wide apart exposing the 
taut anus orifice.  
	"Here we go, Lisa.  I hope it is good for you," said a happy Cindy as she 
	quickly jammed the huge jumping vibrator up Lisa's puckered opening.  
Lisa's screams filled the room as had Cindy's earlier in the evening.  Cindy backed 
off to enjoy her work, glazing down at the struggling, shrieking, bucking  woman, 
the faint hum of the vibrator adding a new sound to the night.
	"I wonder how long those batteries will last, Lisa?" Cindy said with a laugh, 
	"I hope they are die hards."  
She walked back to the chest removing a roll of duct tape, quickly ripping off a 
short piece, returning to the wide eyed and wailing Lisa.
	"I have to do this Lisa for I want to have a little talk with Nunzio."  Cindy 
	reached down and covered Lisa's shrieking mouth with the sticky tape.  
Cindy picked up the snub nosed .38  then reached down to the struggling Lisa, 
ripping the ruby necklace away from Lisa's rigid neck.  Lisa's eyes were locked in 
panic.
	"I so admire your taste in jewelry, Lisa, " laughed Cindy, as she placed the 
	beautiful ruby on the small table by Nunzio.
She turned her beautiful green eyes to the shaking Nunzio, the cocked .38 pointed 
directly at his genitals.
	"Nunzio, you look a mess.  You're drooling, you're shaking," laughed Cindy.  
She put the gun down on the side table.
	"Let me see if I can make you more comfortable, Nunzio, my dear," said 
	Cindy with a strange laugh.
	She reached down with her two hands, grabbing as much of his scrotum as 
she could, pulling with all the force of a mad, harmed, woman who wanted revenge.  
Nunzio rose up from his chair, his legs tied wide apart, screaming in terror, in pain, 
his two gonads crushed between the adrenaline enhanced hands of a very mad 
woman.  Cindy squeezed and twisted Nunzio's male sac until her pent up fury was 
released.  Nunzio threw up great volumes of vomit and other unspeakable things 
from his stomach.  He fouled the big chair with his feces, filling the room with it's 
terrible smell.  He stood howling, then fell forward onto his face, sobbing with 
madness, his legs still secure to the chair.
	Cindy walked around the room inspecting everything, the only sounds being 
Lisa's muffled cries over the hum of the machine and Nunzio's continuing crying 
heaves.  In the study off the marble foyer she found what she was looking for, a 
large canvas duffel.  She returned to the drawing room, filling the bag with all the 
films, tapes, documents, and other interesting items that were in the grand chest.  
She threw the filled designer bag with the ruby into the duffel, completing her 
work.  If I had not prevailed I would have never recovered from this monstrous 
ordeal, she thought.  I did return bad for bad and justice was done.  I can survive.  
I learned a lot about myself tonight.  I can go home to my family with money and 
proof that will keep this evil man away from me and anyone else who crosses his 
path.  Cindy walked out the front door, excited to see the virgin white snow cover 
the ground in the mantle of Mother Nature's cloak.  It was a rough trip getting 
home with all the snow but she made it.

 



 

 

THE WINTER PARTY