Two were stunning knockouts, very tall and EX- TREMELY WELL ENDOWED, and the other was small boned and small breasted, like Linda.Two were stunning knockouts, very tall and EX- TREMELY WELL ENDOWED, and the other was small boned and small breasted, like Linda. They all wore the same wildly obscene rubber body suits; carbon copies of Hilda's. Each looked sexy and mean as hell itself, especially the small one; each meaner than any man or group of men Linda had ever met, known or even seen in her young life --- a fact that was not then obvious, but in minutes, would be GOSPEL to beaten, broken and sobbing Linda. The four slick and tightly rubber encased females began to rub their hands over Linda's body; all over it --- and it was then, and only then, that Linda realized someone had totally oiled her entire body as the hands slipped and glided around over her curves as they punched, probed, stretched and teased her --- everywhere; someone had oiled her with perfumed oil that only now reached her senses through her downward tensioned nose --- "Shalamar!" Linda thought. "My favourite perfume!" She had once loved that smell --- BUT NOT NOW --- NO WAY AT ALL! HOW SHE HATED IT. THE SMELL OF IT WAS EVERYWHERE THAT NIGHT (or was it NIGHT?) and that smell was, today, years later, something that made her blood run cold and her tits and pussy ache all at the same time. The memory of what had happened to her that night while she was coated from head to foot with Shalamar scented oil, the remaining pierced portions of her present day body, and the scars on both her body and her mind made her shudder and shake, leaning back in that chair in the little lounge in a south end shopping center. |