It's Getting Harder All The Time

by Troy Conway

  Her frown flashed on again. Su Wing looked at me with an expression of utter bewilderment.

  “However,” I added quickly, “I am your prisoner, and if you order me at gunpoint to stage such a demonstration, I’ll have little choice but to acquiesce.”

  Lin Saong’s frown was replaced by an expectant smile. Su Wig was so caught up with enthusiasm that her hips involuntarily took up a slow gyrating motion.

  “Furthermore,” I grinned, “if you really want to make Douzi suffer, I’d suggest that you don’t stop with my merely making love to Su Wing. Why not go for broke and stage a spectacle that’ll really humiliate him, one that’ll demonstrate his sexual inadequacy all the more force fully.”

  It was a lousy trick to play, even on a crumb like Douzi. But it was my only hope for escape.

  “What sort of spectacle do you haw in mind, Damon?” asked Lin Saong and Su Wing in eager unison.

  I assumed a thoughtful pose. “Well, let’s see. If it would humiliate him to watch me making love to his former mistress, it would humiliate him twice as much to see me making love to both his former mistress and her commanding officer.”

  My face became animated.

  “And, as humiliating as this would be, he’d be even more humiliated if I satisfied four girls instead of two. We could add the two girls with the machine guns, couldn’t we?”

  I now was grinning like a bastard.

  “And to really rub it in, suppose we untie the two Russian physicists, Tania had Olga, and have them whip him with belts while he’s being forced to watch us?”

  Su Wing looked like a little girl who just discovered a brand spanking’ new bicycle under her Christmas tree. Lin Sarong was only a shade less exuberant.

  I glanced sideways at Tania. She was exuberant too, but I hoped it was for a different reason.

  “Well,” I prodded Lin Saong, “what do you think?”

  A shadow of doubt Seemed to cloud her face. “I don’t know,” she said uncertainly, “if I could lend myself to such an enterprise. You see, Daman, I’m—I’m—“

  I waited, almost sure of what she would say.

  “I’m a virgin.”

  “All the better!” I cheered. “Imagine how humiliated Douzi will be when ha realizes that the commander of CHILLER is sacrificing her maidenhood just to rub his face in the mud.”

  “Well—“ She hesitated. Then, a suspicious smile taking form on her lips, she said, “But, Damon, if all four of us girls are making love to you, therer’ll be no one to guard the prisoners.”

  “They’ll still be tied up,” I reminded her. “They couldn’t possibly get away.”

  “Yes. But you wouldn’t be tied up. You could get away.”

  “Are you kidding? While I’m making love to four girls at the same time? I may be a contortionist, honey, but I’m not a magician.”

  Her nod said that the point was well taken. But the look in her eyes told me that she still was entertaining a few doubts.

  I decided to try a little psychology. It was a risky move I knew. But unless I misread the signals, Lin Saong was really dying for an excuse to have a go with me. I usually don’t misread signals—not where sex is concerned.

  ’Well,” I said, crossing my fingers behind my back for luck, “if the only thing that’s stopping you is your fear that I might escape, you can always cut yourself out of the deal and hold your gun on us while we do our tricks.”

  I waited for her answer. She hesitated. Then the corners of her mouth slowly inched upward in an expectant smile that displayed her pretty white teeth to full advantage. “Okay, Damon,” she said, “you’ve convinced me. I’ll sacrifice my virginity to help rub the face of this capitalist swine in the mud.” She gestured for Su Wing to untie me. “Now precisely what sort of sexual coupling do you have in mind?”

  I smiled, very much relieved. “Do you remember back in Port duBeers when I demonstrated what the author of Hikatsu-sho described as The Position of The Mysterious Pearl and The Two Crabs?”

  She panted expectantly. “I do.”

  “Let’s just call this one The Position of The Mysterious Pearl, The Beast With Two Backs, and The Two Daggers in Their Scabbards.”

  Her eyebrows arched quizzically. “How is it performed?”

  “Untie Douzi and the two Russian girls. Then take off your clothes and I’ll show you.”

  Douzi and the two Russian girls were untied. Then I supervised as the miniature madman who once ruled Belgravia was undressed, and his ankles and feet were tightly bound. Tania and Olga relieved two of the Belgravian committeemen of their belts. Then Douzi’s body was draped across a chair, from which he’d have an unobstructed view of The Position of The Mysterious Pearl, The Beast With Two Backs, and The Two Daggers in Their Scabbards. The sexy Russian scientists stood alongside him, their belts poised over his buttocks.

  Lin Saong said something in Chinese to Girl Number One and Girl Number Two. They promptly, and with eager smiles, shed their duds. Su Wig did likewise. I wrapped my arms around all three of the now-naked lovelies, and my fingers toyed with the breasts of Girls Number One and Two while my lips nibbled teasingly at Su Wing’s neck.

  It was Lin Saong’s turn to undress.

  She went about it slowly, bashfully.

  And while bashfulness was never my cup of tea, I found myself becoming incredibly aroused by her movements.

  I recalled the evening of my first meeting with her at the hotel room in Port duBeers.

  I remembered how, as she spoke to me, she had leaned forward in her chair.

  Her bountiful, uncorseted breasts, unusually large for Oriental girl, had jiggled invintingly against the contours of her loose-fitting blouse.

  My well-trained eyes had made out the outlines of her firm, upthrust nipples, then had traversed the marvelous expanse of her sensuous slacks-encased thighs.

  She had shifted in her seat, and her long legs had swung to one side. My eyes had zeroed m on the succulent curves of her hips, which had strained maddeningly against the tightness of her slacks.

  Now these charms would be exposed completely to me.

  A hot flame of desire took form in my stomach as she hoisted the hem of her sweater up toward her shoulders, and her uncorseted breasts popped out.

  They were marvelous—round and firm and fully stacked. They stood proudly before her, their bullet-hard nipples alive with anticipation, I imagined my tongue tracing hot wet circles around than, and a shiver of excitement coursed through my body.

  She tugged the sleeves of the sweater over her arms, and the magnificent mammaries danced wildly. Then she dropped the sweater in a heap on the floor.

  My eyes feasted on the flawless beauty of her bare upper torso. It was a masterpiece of line and form, a creation which would have inspired any sculptor and which certainly was inspiring this lover.

  Her fingers went to work on the buttons and zipper that held her slacks in place. My breath caught in my throat as she eased the slacks along the smooth expanse of her legs.

  Her thighs were soft and shapely and unbelievably exciting. Her calves were full and round and gently curved. I felt my desire rise higher and higher.

  Now the slacks were on the floor along with the sweater. She hooked her thumb into the waistband of her panties and eased them over her exquisitely carved hips. Then, with a subtle caressing motion, she lowered them to her ankles and delicately stepped out of them.

  I felt myself tremble as she stood naked before me. She was a goddess, a Venus, a living poem to beauty. And she was mine—all mine.

  “Do you like me?” she whispered hoarsely, as if it one else were in the mom with us.

  “I do,” I whispered back. “Very, very much.”

  She smiled with a coquetry which belied her virgin state. “Then take me. But be gentle. Please be gentle”

  My arms closed around her back, pressing her to me. My lips found hers, and my tongue entered her mouth. She sucked on it tenderly—first hesitantly, then with obvious relish.


  My knee edged between her legs, and they parted. My fingers raked her back, then caressed the smooth, round mounds that then her buttocks. She shook with excitement, and her fingers tightly gripped my sensuously. Her Mount of Venus rubbed sensuously against my thigh.

  I lowered her into place on the floor, and lay alongside her. My mouth covered one of her breasts, and my tongue licked teasingly at the nipple.

  A minute passed, then another. Then she whispered, Take me.” Spreading her thighs, I gently launched my invasion.

  Her body tensed as I entered it.

  I eased back, and she relaxed.

  Then I pressed forward with all the strength at my command. A startled gasp escaped from her as throat as my hardness strained her endurance. Then the rampart yielded and I was immersed to the hilt.

  She screamed.

  Then she groaned.

  Then her groans became moans, and her moans merged into sensuous sighs of pleasure.

  Her body began squirming wildly beneath me. Her legs wrapped tightly around. mine. Her fingers clawed at my back.

  I motioned to Girl Number One and Girl Number Two who hurried to my side. Clutching each by a leg, I maneuvered them into place on my flanks. They lay supine on the floor, their heads diagonal to my waist. Their tongues licked at my ribs and their breasts ground against my biceps as my hands cupped their Venus’ Mounts and my fingers probed their Golden Crevices.

  Now it was Su Wing’s turn I had her kneel over Lin Saong’s face, then bend backwards until her shoulders were almost touching her ankles. The bright pink lips of her womanhood quivered excitedly as my mouth neared them.

  Somewhere in the distance I could hear the sharp cracks of leather against flesh as Tania and Olga went to work on Douzi with their belts. The diminutive dictator’s grunts echoed through the room. “Don’t” I heard him cry plaintively. Then, “Please! … oh, please! … oh, nooooo! ! !”

  But I didn’t pay much attention to him. I had too many other things on my mind.

  Like Girl Number One and Girl Number Two. They were writhing fiercely in response to the stimulation of my fast-moving fingers. Their sweat-slick bodies rubbed against my arms, and their tongues lapped hungrily at my flesh.

  And Su Wing. Her body was trembling like a reed as my tongue probed deeper and deeper into her hidden recesses.

  And Lin Saong? She was enjoying the party more than anybody. Her legs were wrapped coil-tight around mine. Her fists were pummeling my back. Her teeth were biting fiercely into my neck.

  My spine was tingling, and my pulse was pounding a mile a minute. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before my volcano erupted.

  And I’d have plenty of company when the eruption finally came. Su Wing’s hips were hunching madly. Girl Number One and Girl Number Two were slithering like two snakes in a barrelful of slime. And Lin Saong was squirming to beat the band.

  Off in the distance, I heard Tania say something in Russian to Olga. The cracking of leather against flesh abated, and Douzi’s cries disintegrated into whimpers of relief. I had an idea what was happening—and that it was exactly what I’d been banking on. But I was too caught up in what I was doing to bother to look up.

  Su Wing’s hip-movements had taken on an urgency which told me that release couldn’ t be more than a tongue tip away. Girls Number One and to were right out there on the edge of the ledge with her. And Lin Saong’s frantic moans told me that her tremors had already started.

  My muscles tensed. I knew that the explosion would come m seconds. My fingers and tongue began moving faster, so that my eager sexmates would get theirs when I got mine.

  From the distance I heard footsteps. Then more footsteps. Some of them were light and dainty, like girls’ footsteps should be. But others were emphatically masculine.

  I wondered if, perchance, Douzi’s committeemen had somehow or other managed to get free. But then I stopped wondering, because my attentions were captured completely by the shock waves of sensation that roared through me.

  It was a blast and a half. Not one cell of my body escaped the soaring feeling that came up like thunder and convulsed me with its force. My head spam, my stomach churned, and my Sibs shook like bamboo stalks in a high wind.

  All four girls were right there with me. Su Wing’s hips pressed against my face as if she were trying to drive my whole head up inside her. Girls Number One and Two bit and clawed at me like two panthers. Lin Saong shook as though she were in the advanced stages of St. Vitus’s dance.

  I waited until the last ember of sensation had flickered out. Then I slowly raised my head.

  Tania was sitting on a chair in front of me. One of CHILLER’S submachine guns was in her arms Olga was sitting next to her. She had the other machinegun, and judging from the look in her eyes, she’d like nothing mom than to use it on the CHILLER-chicks.

  Su Wing’s eyes swelled to the size of saucers. ’l think, Madame Saong,” she said quietly, “that we’ve been betrayed.”

  Lin Saong quickly flopped over on her stomach. For a long, silent moment she said nothing. Then tears welled up in her eyes, and she lowered her head. Balling her hands into fists, she began pounding on the floor.

  “Sex!” she screamed. “Chairman Mao is right! It’s so good—but it’s so, so dangerous!”

  “Not always,” I observed softly. “Only when you don’t know how to use it.”

  The girls from CHILLER climbed slowly to their feet. Tania gestured with her submachine gun, and Girls Number One and ‘Two minced obediently toward the wall. She gestured again, and Su Wing followed them. Then she gestured a third time, and Lin Saong joined the group.

  “Well, Damon,” the CHILLER commander admitted grudgingly, “I guess you win.”

  “Yeah,” I smirked.

  “And,” boomed a hearty bass voice behind me, the Marines proved to be wholly necessary.”

  I wheeled around and saw who had been responsible for the masculine footsteps I’d heard earlier.

  He was tall, gaunt and lean as a swizzle-stick. His weather-beaten face was a latticework of wrinkles, and the bags under his eyes were big enough to carry groceries home in.

  Clinging to his arm was a statuesque brunette with jugs the size of softballs. Flanking the couple were two men, both mean-looking Cosa Nostra types with broken noses and cauliflower ears.

  My eyes did a quick tour of the group, then returned to the face of its leader. He whistled a few bars of “From the Halls of Montezuma” Then he broke out in a warm smile and tugged playfully on the ends of his walrus-like moustache.

  “Fancy meeting you hen,” I quipped.

  “I was in the neighborhood,” he replied, “and I just thought I’d drop in.” He surveyed the room. His gaze rested momentarily on the Belgravian committeemen and the eunuch, who were still tied together in the middle of the floor. It rested a while longer on Douzi, whose tiny body remained draped were the chair on which he had been beaten. It lingered appreciatively over the nude bodies of the four girls from CHILLER, who were huddled together against the wall as Olga covered them with her submachine gun. Then it fixed on lovely, long-legged Tania, who had came to my side and was cuddling me possessively. “Looks like you’ve been having quite the party. Sorry I didn’t get here earlier.”

  “Oh well,” I sighed philosophically, “better late than never.”

  His face lighted up as if he’d just heard the wittiest remark ever uttered. “Remind me to remind you to introduce me to your gag-writer. He must be a real winner.”

  My arm closed around Tania, pressing her to me. Her breasts felt just great against my bare chest. “Speaking of winners,” I said, “let me introduce you to one of the finest collections of them ever assembled. First off, there’s Dr. Douzi, who——“

  “I know all about it,” he cut me off. “We picked up on your radio broadcast tonight.”

  “I was hoping you would. In fact, I’d been hoping you would for five days now. What the hell took you so long?”

  He
shrugged. “When the radioman I sent to monitor you failed to report in, I sent another one. Lady Godiva here”—he nodded toward Lin Saong—“found out about him also and had him knocked off. That’s when I decided I’d better look into the situation personally. So I flew to Belgravia with my boys, and——“

  “And your girl,” I put in, indicating the buxom brunette.

  “All work and no play makes Jack horny. Anyway, we arrived in Port duBeers the day before yesterday, and thanks to your on-the-air loquaciousness, was picked up on you right away. When you started broadcasting tonight, we followed your beacon. Now here we are.”

  “Just in the nick of time, as they say in the movies.”

  “Actually we would have got here a lot sooner, but we had a flat tire. Sorry about that”

  I remembered my quadruple coupling with the girls from CHILLER “I’m not, now that I think of it.” And I wasn’t—not in the least bit.

  He yawned elaborately. “Oh, well, so much for that. The Caper’s over, and we’ve got new horizons to move on to.” He nodded to his two Cosa Nostra types. “Gentlemen, would you be so kind as to round up all these people and bring them out to the track? Thank you. And you, Damon. Would you be so kind as to put your clothes on and adjourn with me to my car? There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.”

  I suddenly had a funny feeling And the feeling was spelled t-r-o-u-b-l-e. “Oh no you don’t,” I said. “I’ve just finished one caper, and a herd of wild horses couldn’t drag me into another one.”

  “Damon, Damon,” he chuckled. “You’re always so suspicious, soooooo suspicious.”

  I held Tania to me. “It’s not that I’m suspicious, pal. It’s just that I’ve found a chick I really dig, and I want to spend some time with her. So whattaya say you give us both a ride back to Port duBeers and drop us off at the handiest hotel.”

  “I’d be delighted to. In fact, I’ll even pay for your room—and I’ll buy your breakfast in the morning. We can have our little chat then.”

  “I never turn down a free breakfast. But, I’m telling you now: no more capers.”

  He smiled. “Well talk about that when the morning comes. Now let’s be off, shall we? The hour grows late, and”—he kissed the brunette playfully on the no—“the hotel rooms are waiting.”