They drove through the quiet streets of Carmel with Kim looking out the window and wondering what was in store for her. At the guarded gates of Pebble Beach, the old guard in the toll house waved them on. They drove past the stately mansions of Pebble Beach, passing Hank's parents' house on their way. Kim wanted so much to stop the car, run into their house and tell them she was in trouble. The car moved on, past the Beach Club and past the Del Monte Lodge itself where the rich and famous came to play and vacation. At last they came to a tall fence with barbed wire around the top. At an electronic signal, the gate swung open and the car turned noiselessly in.
They drove down a tree-lined drive until they sighted the house. It was a rich house, a sumptuous home, typical of the tasteful, elegant edifices that dotted Pebble Beach. It was also isolated and, as Kim noticed, the grounds were patrolled by uniformed men. Web Hardman obviously was a wealthy man.
Inside the house, she was treated as if she were a visiting personality. She was shown into an underground bar and 'rumpus room' that was the like of none she had ever seen before. At one end of the big room was a raised platform with a jet-black curtain as a back drop. At the moment she entered, Nichole was on the platform or stage with her back to them, directing the placing of large mirrors. She turned, a drink in her hand, when she heard them, and sad drunkenly, 'Oh, hi, jus' in time for the lit ole party!'
One look was enough to tell Kim that the brunette was smashed. Well, Nichole obviously wouldn't be any help tonight. She looked around, wondering exactly what they were planning to do to her. Obviously, they were going to try to get her up on that stage. As she watched, Klaus and Ernie – Ernie still cynical and leering – carried a broad black couch out on the stage and placed it in the center of the mirrors.
Web entered dressed in a smoking jacket and ascot tie, rubbing his bands together. 'How good of you to come, dear Kim. I can't tell you how I've looked forward to your coming! Well, shall we begin?'
With those chill words, Kim was launched on the strangest experience of her life. She smiled noncommittally at Web, determined to humor him, not wanting him to get into a rage again.
'Up on the stage my dear,' Web said, showing the way.
He helped the voluptuous red haired young wife up on the sage with an assist from Ernie. Nichole stared at her and shrugged, making a face. 'Wish I was you,' she said, slurring her words. 'You're going to luv it!'
'That will be all for you, Nichole,' Web said, seating himself front row center and clapping his hands. 'Wander off and drown yourself someplace. It's time for my little diversion to begin! Where is Klaus?'
'Here,' the German said with his Prussian accent, stepping out from behind the curtain.
'Very well, begin.' Web settled back in his chair as Nichole climbed off the stage, almost losing her balance, and wandered drunkenly to the rear where she stood at the bar and poured herself another drink. Web touched a portable console at his side. The lights dimmed. 'Begin.'
'Not so fast.' Kim's words stopped everyone. 'Where are the pictures? Where are the negatives?'
Web chortled. 'Very good.' He reached onto the floor next to his chair. 'Right here. They're yours if you should please me.'
Ernie sauntered up to the young housewife. It seemed as if his cynical grin was a permanent thing. He reached and hooked two fingers into the 'vee' of her dress. With a sudden expert tug he tore her dress down the front.
What followed was a struggle that was all one sided. Klaus and Ernie were too strong, experienced and fast for the blackmailed wife, and in no time Kim found herself completely naked, her voluptuous young body exposed with each of the men holding a wrist, holding her arms out extended while she writhed and futilely struggled between them, her huge, melon-like breasts jiggling and quivering in fright.
Kim tossed her thick mane of flame-colored hair and spat her defiance at Web, forgetting her earlier resolve to placate him. 'All right, I'll do what you want, but I won't enjoy it!'
Web squirmed with delight in his chair. 'Wonderful, my dear, just wonderful. Go on, Ernie, Klaus.'
They grabbed her and threw her down on the black couch where she landed with an impact that shook her. She raised her chin to see two things: herself in the mirror with Ernie holding her down on her belly, while the giant Klaus stripped off her clothing… and the fact that the bed was tilted, affording Web a grandstand seat in the front row.
The bewildered young wife sprawled on it, her twin fleshy buttocks high and white in invitation, her flaming red hair in strong contrast to the black sheets.
'I get to fuck her in the ass!' Ernie growled as Klaus pounced on her and held her down, while Ernie quickly stripped. 'You got first dibs last time!'
He shoved the German aside and seized Kim by the hips, forcing her snowy, softly-fleshed buttocks wide apart. 'God! Ever see anything as luscious as that?' he asked as he began to taunt and probe her tiny, tightly puckered little anus with his outstretched finger. 'Hairless as a new born babe's, and tighter than a cat's pussy!'
'Fuck her, Ernie!' Web said from the front row. His voice was high and peculiar to Kim.
And then, in quivering dread, the helplessly captive young girl felt hands opening her softly trembling ass cheeks, drawing the ripely full buttocks apart even though Kim clenched the smooth ivory spheres and tried to hold them together… but it was useless. She felt lewdly naked and unprotected beneath their lust-filled gazes and, as Ernie pressured them further open, she could feel the cool air of the room rush over her little tightly clenched anus. Tears suddenly wet her cheeks as she realized what Web had in store for her, and she gasped as she felt a fingernail tease at the tiny rubbery rectal opening. A sharp abrupt pain followed with the lewd worming insertion of the thick, outstretched finger up to the first knuckle joist. The muscles of her buttocks jerked automatically, and her anal passage gripped defensively at his finger like a closing fist.
Ernie, kneeling above her, grinned like a Siamese cat. 'Look at that little asshole grab, will ya?'
'Go on, go on.' Web was standing next to the stage now, his voice high, white, and breathy.
Ernie laughed lewdly and thrust his outstretched finger deeper into the soft, rubbery channel… all the way to the palm of his hand, causing Kim to grunt painfully as he reamed in and out of her helplessly exposed little anus, obscenely stretching the warm velvety passage in preparation of the greater entry that was to follow.
Finally, in hopeless desperation, Kim relaxed in resignation and surrender. She wished she could pass out… or now, that they would hurry and get it over with. But, she was fully conscious and, with the light on on-stage, she could see all of their leering reflections in the huge mirrors that had been positioned… She lay flat on her stomach, Ernie's naked legs lodged between hers, holding them wide apart and exposing her naked loins to him. The captive young red-haired woman couldn't help but gaze in wide-eyed horror at the mirror when she saw Ernie pull the heavy foreskin of his uncircumcised penis back, displaying the hardened, lust-bloated head, then point it directly at the tiny puckered hole of her rectum he had so agonizingly stretched and prepared with his probing finger.
Once more, he spread her fearfully trembling buttocks wide with his hands, then rolled further onto her naked back to slowly press the huge head of his cock down into her moistened vaginal lips. Kim shivered at the contact, her muscles consciously tensing as he laid the full length of the hardened shaft into the soft spread crevice of her ass, its throbbing head poised to leap at her hotly throbbing anus. She felt it then, felt it pushing excruciatingly against her anus, and she gaped wild-eyed into the mirror to see the brutally stiffened cock suddenly pop like a cork through her tightly resisting sphincter muscle.
'Oooooobhhhh, God! You're splitting me!' she moaned through tear-streaked eyes.
'Don't worry, baby, it'll get better,' Ernie hissed down at the back of her wildly thrashing head.
And then she froze as she was, watching again the grotesquely stretched orifice give more, spreading obscenely, slipping over like a glove and absorbing the heatedly probing tip of his cock. The pain spread through her like wildfire, and she saw Ernie grin victoriously at the others just before he thrust his hips heavily downward, burying half the hardened fleshy shaft into the soft velvety channel of her protesting rectum.
Her groans choked back into her throat as automatically her buttocks twisted and jerked beneath the depraved assault, but her every move only served to impale her deeper because with each jerk and twist of her tortured body, Ernie's massive, turgid cock was sinking that much deeper into her desperately resisting anal passage.
'Hold her shoulders while I lift her ass,' he grunted to Klaus.
Kim felt their hands moving on the naked back of her flesh and then she was being held firmly, unable to struggle as Ernie lifted her firmly rounded buttocks up in the air, his knees moving in between her sleek inner thighs to push them wide apart, so his long hard cock could enter deeper into her stretching rectum. She felt warm tears trickling down from her eyes as the pain spread. Once again, her eyes locked to the mirror and saw the desire-inflamed faces of the other two men as they moved closer in toward her up-raised buttocks to watch
