Blizzard

Mandy had no sooner hung up the phone when there was a soft knocking on the door. "Now what?" she asked herself as she strode over to the door and looked out through the peep hole. The desk clerk was standing in the hallway holding something.

"What do you want?" she asked through the door.

"Compliments of the house," he said loudly as he held something up to the eye hole in the door.

Mandy could see that it was a bottle of wine or champagne. "Actually, it's part of the contract the other girl had, but since she's not going to be here and it's already open, you might as well have it."

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I was goin' to drink it myself, but I called my sponsor instead. He told me to pour it out or give it away." Lifting the bottle up once again, he added, "You're the logical one to give it to."

"Just a minute," she said as she released the night lock. Then standing behind the door, she reached out with one arm and said, "I'm not dressed, so you'll have to put it in my hand."

She felt the cold bottle against the palm of her hand and her fingers closed to grip it. Something poked at one finger and she straightened it. When she pulled her hand back around the door, it was holding a small bottle of champagne. A plastic champagne flute was tucked under her middle finger.

"Probably not a vintage year," she said softly as she poured some of the bubbly liquid into the plastic glass.

Actually it was pretty good. There was an odd after-taste, but other than that, it compared well to champagne she had ordered in fine restaurants. There was enough in the small bottle for two and a half glasses. She gulped the first one and then sat on the bed sipping the second glass.

She was surprised at how fast it hit her. Almost immediately, she could feel her face flushing with a warm, alcohol glow. She could also feel a warmth deep in her loins that seemed to be growing hotter each second. Glancing up at her reflection she said, "I've got some unfinished business to attend to."

She downed the remainder of the glass and picked up the bottle. "No need to be ladylike," she said with a laugh as she put the bottle to her mouth and poured the remaining liquid down her throat.

She felt strangely "floaty" as she lay back on the bed. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion around her. Her cunt was on fire and her clit was throbbing and begging to be stroked, but she couldn't bring her hands over to touch herself.

Her eyes looked desperately down at her from her reflection as she shouted out, "Oooooh Myyyyy Goooood! Iiii'mmm sooo horneeey! Iiii neeeed sooomeboody to fuuuuck me!" Her voice sounded far away and distorted as she repeated, "Fuuuuck meeeee! Fuuuuck meeeee! Fuuuuck meeeee!

"That's exactly what we intend to do," said a voice from above her. Her eyes moved frantically from side to side as she realized that there were dark shapes all around her bed.

A distorted face leaned in over her and said, "She's a lot younger and prettier than I expected."

Another voice asked, "You ain't complaining, are you?"

"She's a lot smaller, too," said another voice from the background. "That could be a problem."

"What's the matter, Doc?" the distorted face asked.

"The drugs in the wine were supposed to relax her and turn her on," Doc responded.

"So?" the distorted face asked.

"The dosage is based on weight," Doc replied. "The form said she weighed one-forty-five. I figure most women lie about their weight, so I calculated the dose for one-sixty."

Mandy felt a hand squeeze her upper thigh and then the doctor's voice continued, "She can't weigh more than one-twenty, tops."

"Don't look like she'll be much entertainment like this," the distorted face said. "She's practically knocked out."

"I'll think of something," Doc said curtly. "Just pick her up and carry her over to the club."

He picked something up from the bedside table and said, "Don't forget the mask. She didn't put it on like she was supposed to."

He then bent over and slid something soft and slippery over Mandy's head. Her eyes were blocked for a moment as he pulled it into place and fastened something beneath her chin. Looking at herself in the ceiling mirror, she could see that the upper half of her face, as well as all of her hair, was now concealed behind a black, silk mask. She gave a slight giggle as she thought "I'm batman with no bat ears."

The distorted face once again looked down at her. "Come on, honey," he said as he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. "It's time to go party."

Once the man had Mandy standing more or less upright, he leaned over and pushed his shoulder against her stomach while grabbing her around the waist. When he stood up, she was laying over his shoulder with her arms dangling toward the ground. As they walked quickly through the snow to the Emporium next door, Mandy could feel the snow biting against her bare skin.

"I sure hope we don't have to cancel the show," said the man carrying Mandy. "The guys might be a bit upset... especially after coming here through this blizzard."

"I said I'd think of something," Doc answered angrily.

"I think she's coming 'round a little anyway," the man responded. "Must be the cold."

"That's it!" Doc exclaimed. Then he shouted. "Tim, you run around back and open the big doors at the back of the stage. Bill, you follow him with the girl. I'll go tell Jake what's happening. All that has to change tonight is our slut's entrance."

***

Johnathan "Jake" Jacobson stood on the stage of Big Jake's Sexual Emporium listening to the crowd become more and more agitated. The only sign that he was becoming anxious was the unconscious tapping of his left foot in time with the loud music that was blaring over the speakers in the club. As his gaze swept back and forth over the hundred or so men in the room, he would pause slightly while looking down the aisle toward the door.

"It should be any minute now," he said softly. Since he was wearing a microphone, his voice carried throughout the club.

A rather tall, sandy-haired man in black jeans burst through the door and strode up the aisle. Machine-embroidered on the pocket of his white knit shirt it said, "County Veterinary Services." Beneath that, it read, "Doctor Harold Norseman."

Jake reached up, wrapped his hand around his microphone, and leaned forward. "What's up, Doc?" he asked quietly.

"Slight change of program," Doc replied. "She gave us the wrong weight and ended up overdosed. I could give her a shot of adrenalin to counteract the sedative, but I've got an idea that will be much more entertaining and I don't have to guess at the proper dosage. We need about a dozen volunteers to keep her rolling around in the snow until she's fully awake."

Jake walked over to the side of the stage and picked up a hand microphone. "Tell 'em what you need," he said as he handed the microphone to Doc.

"OK, guys," Doc began, "our entertainment tonight is a little under the weather, but we are going to use the weather to wake her up." As he was speaking, two large, barn-sized doors at the back of the stage swung inward to reveal snow drifts three or four feet deep against the side of the building and two men standing in the snow. The bigger of the two men was carrying a naked woman over his shoulder. The fierce wind of the blizzard was blowing away from the doorway creating a snow-smeared tunnel of light spilling from the club, but still, cold air flowed in through the doors like a wave.

"What I need, Doc continued, "is a dozen volunteers to keep tonight's slut dancing in the snow until she is fully awake."

Almost every hand in the room shot into the air as a loud chorus of "Me, Doc," boomed out from the crowd.

Doc pointed out a dozen men in the front row and they quickly ran onto the stage. Doc turned to the two men standing in the doorway. "Tim," he began, "you get these men in a circle shoulder to shoulder. Bill, you dump Amanda in the snow in the middle of the circle."

Turning back to the men on stage, he said, "Just keep her in the snow until she is dancing and screaming."

***

Amanda watched in slow motion as the large man carrying her bent slightly at the waist and dumped her off of his shoulder into the snow. The first sensation was icy cold and then it felt as if a thousand tiny ice needles were poking into her skin.

She tried to scream, but it came out as a long bellow, almost like a high-pitched cow crying for its calf. She also tried to jump up out of the snow, but the best she could do was to push herself up to her hands and knees. Her head was still below snow level, so as she looked around all she could see was white.

Then a booted foot pushed against her ass and propelled her, once again, head first into the snow. The scream this time sounded more like a billy goat in pain as she rose to her knees and tried get to her feet. No one had to push her back into the snow. She fell on her own. She did, however, manage to turn her body slightly so that she landed on her back.

The shriek this time was almost human-sounding as she sprang to her feet and turned completely around looking for a way out of the circle of men. One of the men reached out and grabbed her shoulders. He turned her around quickly while at the same time pushing her toward the other side of the circle. She spun into the ground burying herself completely in the wet snow.

She jumped up screaming and swearing. Her voice had returned. "What do you sons of bitches think you are doing?" she screamed as she tried to push her way out of the circle.

"Waking you up," Bill said with a laugh. "And it looks like it worked."

"You drugged me!" she yelled in Bill's face.

"Actually, that was me," Doc said softly. "And if you had been honest about your weight we wouldn't have had to dump you in the snow. Of course, the adrenalin that woke you up will also put that overdose of aphrodisiac into overdrive."

"What aphrodisiac?" Mandy yelled at him. "What's it do?"

"Let's get you warmed up a little," he replied, "and you will find out for yourself."

He then signaled for the men in the circle to let him pull Mandy out onto the stage. "This slut," he began to explain to the crowd, "wanted to know what it would be like to fuck one hundred men in one night."

He reached out and stroked Mandy's breast as he said, "No safe words. No restrictions except that there be no permanent marks or injuries."

"What?!" Mandy screamed.

"If you are going to act like a spoiled brat," Doc said sternly, "we are going to have to treat you like a spoiled brat." He then turned to the crowd and said loudly, "And what happens to spoiled brats?"

"They get spanked!" yelled back the crowd.

Someone ran onto the stage with a heavy, wooden chair and set it next to Doc. He quickly sat down and pulled Mandy over his lap.

She started to twist around to tell him to put her down, but when she began to speak, rather than a yell, what escaped from her mouth was a long, drawn out sigh as Doc slowly rubbed her ass and lower back. It felt sooooo good. It was as if his fingers were hot- almost on fire-and those burning fingers set her ass on fire. That fire quickly spread from her ass to her belly and then throughout her body.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhh," she warbled softly as his fingers slipped slightly between her ass cheeks.

"What do you want?" Doc said as his hands moved slightly down onto the back of her legs.

Mandy attempted to remain silent. She was able to keep herself from speaking, but she could not stop the loud sighs and moans which forced themselves out of her throat.

"What do you want?" Doc repeated as he smacked her lightly on the ass with his open palm.

She pressed her mouth firmly together. The moans were now being held back behind closed lips, but they were still loud enough to be heard by the entire crowd.

"What do you want?" Doc said once again. His voice was getting louder and the sound of his hand striking her ass cheeks was also growing in volume.

"Aaaaahhhh," she answered.

"That's not a response," Doc said severely. He was now slamming the palm of his hand against her ass cheeks, raining blows down first on one reddening globe and then the other.

Mandy was squirming on his lap. The heat within her seemed ready to consume her. She could feel her love juices flowing out of her cunt and soaking Doc's jeans. Her body was starting to bow upward. Her head was up almost to Doc's shoulder height. Her legs were curved upward with the knees slightly bent so that they were level with his head.

"What do you want?" Doc repeated once more.

"Fuuuuck meeee!!" Mandy bellowed. The intensity of her own voice surprised... and scared her.

"Please fuck me!" she screamed out, now losing control not only of her voice, but of her body as she writhed and twisted on Doc's lap.

"I think I will do exactly that," Doc said with a laugh. "But first I think I am going to see if spanking you takes you high enough to pop. That mating drug I gave you should need only a little more adrenalin to fully kick in and then you will be totally a bitch in heat."

He tried to push her head back down toward the floor, but was only partially successful. All he really did was to cause her legs to come even farther up into the air.

"I think I need a little help up here," he said to the front row. Two men sprang out of their seats and rushed up onto the stage.

"Squat or kneel on either end of her and pull her arms and legs down so her ass is properly presented," Doc instructed them.

The one at Mandy's head knelt on the stage and pulled her arms down almost to the floor. The one at her feet squatted and attempted to pull her legs down. After a couple of grunts, he wrapped himself around her ankles and lay on top of her legs, pulling them down until her feet were touching the stage.

"Here goes," Doc shouted loudly and began spanking once again. Now the pattern of his spanks was right cheek, left cheek, center... right cheek, left cheek, center. Each time he slammed down in the center of her ass, Mandy's head would snap up and she would give a loud grunt or gasp.

After a several minutes, her gasps were becoming more like shrill moans. A few moments later, those moans were becoming shrill squeaks. Another few moments and those squeaks began to morph together into one, long, keening wail that increased in pitch and volume until suddenly Mandy began to thrash violently and scream out loudly, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" as her body convulsed in orgasm.

"Hold her for me, boys," Doc said as he pushed her off of his lap and stood up next to the chair. He then grabbed her hips and brought her more or less into a standing position. The man who had been holding her hands down was now holding her upper arms as she stood bent over at the waist.

Doc slid down the zipper of his black jeans and pulled his impressive member free of its restraint. He lined up with her slit and started to slide the head of his prick slightly up and down to get it lubricated. Mandy felt him at her entrance and gave a loud groan. She then drove her body backwards against him, driving him into herself in one swift stroke. After that, she started rocking in place, pumping Doc's prick in and out of herself like a giant dildo.

She twisted her arms and pulled them free from the man in front of her. He tried to grab her once again, but stopped when he realized that she was opening the zipper of his jeans. She reached in and freed his almost erect cock. It wasn't as big as Doc's, but it was still a decent size. Mandy opened her lips and stuck her tongue slightly out of her mouth. Then sliding the prick along her tongue, she guided it into her mouth as she rocked forward. Neither man was moving as Mandy rocked back and forth between them, fucking herself at both ends.

The rest of the evening for Mandy blurred together in a drug-induced orgasmic haze. She could clearly remember lying on the stage while men patiently waited in line to fuck her. She also remembered squatting over several different men, bouncing up and down on their pricks in time to the music blaring from the speakers while they groaned on the ground beneath her.

At one point- or was it at several points- she impaled herself on one prick and then leaned forward to allow a second cock to enter her ass from behind. She had never really enjoyed anal sex before, but somehow the friction of the two cocks together drove her higher and higher. She knew that at least twice, there were three men, one in each opening.

After what seemed like hours of intense orgasms, Mandy felt herself once again being carried outside through the blizzard. The men were walking much slower than they had when the brought her over from her room. She could feel the sharp sting of the snow biting her exposed skin, but her mind was perceiving it in an almost dream-like way, as if it were happening to someone else.

Finally she could feel herself being dropped back into the bed in her motel room. Her naked self once again looked down at her from the mirror above the bed. Beneath the black mask which still covered the upper portion of her face, her reflection had a loopy grin as she waggled one finger at herself and said aloud, "Mandy, Mandy, Mandy, what in the hell did you get yourself into?" Then she faded off to sleep... or unconsciousness.

When she awoke in the morning, she had a dull headache similar to a hangover, but nowhere near as severe. Removing the tight mask helped somewhat with the headache, but her head still throbbed slightly in the back.

She lay in bed struggling to remember exactly what she had done- or what had been done to her- the night before. She could see from her cum-soaked body that she had definitely been the center attraction at a major orgy. The tenderness of her cunt and asshole reminded her of the excesses of the evening, but the details were still foggy.

It was not until she was half-way through a long, hot shower that she was able to bring everything back into focus. By the time she had dried herself and begun to dress, everything had come back to her. She remembered everything, from the point where the crowd of men had entered her room all the way up to when they dumped her back into the whore-house-style bed.

She had just finished drying her hair when there was a soft knock at her door. "Just a minute," she called out as she grabbed her blouse off the dresser and hastily buttoned it into place.

"Miss Crawford," a voice called from the other side of the door, "we need to talk."

Mandy opened the door. A huge gentleman dressed in jeans and a pale blue western shirt was standing in the hallway with a large, white, cowboy hat in his hands.

"My name is Johnathan Jacobson," he said with a forced smile. "My friends call me Big Jake." He paused for a moment and then said, "May I come in?"

Mandy motioned with her hand for him to enter and he stepped into the room. Once inside, he gestured toward the two chairs near the window and said, "Perhaps it would be best if we sat down to talk."

After both he and Mandy were seated he cleared his throat and said, "It appears that we have had a failure of communication."

Mandy remained silent. He cleared his throat once again and said, "The woman who was supposed to have had this room last night had purchased a contract to live out a very specific fantasy."

He looked down at the carpet and said, "Her name was also Amanda."

There was another small cough before he continued. "We are very careful to be sure that we don't do anything that someone doesn't want done to them." One more cough interrupted him. "That's why I called last night to verify that Amanda still wanted to go through with what she had paid for."

"But you didn't realize that I thought you were talking about the high price for the room for the night," Mandy said firmly.