Keel arose and faced her. His mouth had fallen open with a certain slackness, his lecherous eyes seeming to bug as he gaped wildly at her long, nylon-encased legs, the area of cream-white thigh above, the full, firm breasts causing delicious dunes of smooth, satin flesh above their tight cup-shaped enclosures, the area of milk-white midriff, the long sensuous contour of her hips… Madeleine's eyes widened in shocked disbelief as he broke into a slow, salacious leer and his hand moved downward and began to lewdly stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin of his massive shaft back and forth over its hard, blood-filled head.

"Ever see anything like that, baby?" he taunted in vulgar pride. "Can you imagine how nice it's going to feel when I shove it up into that tight little hole of yours…?"

The depraved spectacle coupled with lascivious words nauseated her and she gasped at him: "I can't! My God, I can't, M'sieu'! I just can't do it…!"

He continued to stare at her, his stiff, fleshy rod in his hand, his red-saucered eyes narrowing dangerously. "What the hell do you mean?" he half-growled at her. "Forgetting our bargain, ain't you, baby?"

Madeleine took a step backwards and he moved toward her, his eyes suddenly seeming vacant of anything human… only lust, evil, cruel and unyielding.

"N-No… please, M'sieu' Keel?" she stammered in accented English. "Please… I can't do it… I mean it…! I-I thought I could, but I can't. Listen… I'll leave… catch the bus back to Mont Du Banc…"

"The fuck you will, baby. That li'l pussy of yours is mine tonight!" he spat at her, his hands reaching out and clutching her to him, his mouth coming down savagely upon her own as he had done the day before in his car, thick, wet tongue bursting between her lips furiously.