LLP-108 The Underground Model by Jean Sifton ... - OpenDrive

Patricia, feeling drugged and completely satiated, was scarcely aware of the trip; she sank gratefully
between the crisp sheets and was sound sleep almost before her pretty head had touched the pillow.
Chapter 8
Mark was worried and angry. He was anxious about Patricia and annoyed with himself because he
hadn't taken a firmer stand with the girl over her visit to the studio. He realized that it really wasn't any of
his business as to how the girl conducted her life. But that didn't stop him from worrying over her. He
found after seeing her again that Patricia was much more to him than just another brief affair ... maybe
even more than he wanted to admit to himself right now.
He pulled his car into the circular driveway that led to Larry and Ellen's house, then paused to double
check the address that he had copied from the phonebook. When he approached the house and noticed
the blinds drawn at the upstairs window, Mark had guessed earlier that he might be too late to prevent
Patricia from falling into Larry and Ellen's clutches.
The darkened window at two in the afternoon, together with his previous knowledge of the couple's
well-known reputation, increased his anxiety over Patricia's safety. He opened the car door and stepped
out, being careful not to slam it and draw their attention to his arrival, though he was certain they were
probably already engaged in Patricia's seduction.
He entered the house carefully through an unlocked ground-floor window and quietly made his way up
the winding staircase that led to the master bedroom, hoping against hope that he would not be too late
to help the girl. He wasn't sure of exactly what his actions would finally be when he confronted the
brother and sister. At the moment, his only thought was to somehow rescue the young girl and take her
far away from Larry and Ellen and the rest of the wild people she had somehow gotten involved with in
these last months.
When he got to the top of the stairs, he noticed that there were three doors on the second level and he
wasn't sure which one was the master bedroom. Suddenly a small, muffled moan came from behind the
middle door ... he quietly made his way to it noticing that the door was slightly ajar ...
* * *
Less than an hour before Mark's arrival, Patricia had awakened from a deep sleep to find Ellen standing
by the dressing table drawer, her hand clutching a strong-looking rubber phallus with a determined look
in her eyes. She stared in speechless wonderment as Larry helped her to don the artificial cock, slipping
its thick straps between her crotch and knotting it tightly around her hips. The monstrous length bobbled
in the air as Ellen came back to where Patricia was lying naked and gripped her new artificial growth
proudly.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked the girl. "Doesn't it give you a thrill to see me wearing such a thing?" She
smiled evilly down at the quivering girl beneath her, then added in a low whisper ... "And in just a few
moments, I'm going to push it right up into your tight little cunt."
Patricia trembled. "It's too big," she said in a small, frightened voice. It'll split me open, Ellen ... it won't
go in!"
Ellen smiled at her. "It may surprise you to know that I've satisfied many younger girls just like yourself
with this wonderful instrument." She touched the tip of the weapon and ran her fingers majestically along
its thick, wicked-looking span.
Then Larry helped to hoist her onto the contraption, fitting her dildo carefully between Patricia's thighs.