Ivy League Sluts

 

Chapter 1 Rude Awakening

 

    “Miss, are you all right?” called the elderly woman standing by the driver side window of the BMW roadster.  They were looking down at a partially dressed female lying in the fully reclined driver’s seat.

    “Here, let me, Mabel,” said her husband reaching past his wife to knock loudly on the car window using his dome ring as a knocker. “Miss, wake up.”

    Getting closer also provided a better view of the girl’s exposed breasts.  Their small dog barked repeatedly adding to the din that finally brought Stacy Todd awake.

    Waking was accompanied by a wave of nausea propelling Stacy to reach for the steering wheel to pull herself upright.  She quickly opened the door, leaned over, and vomited on the parking lot pavement.

    “Maybe we better call the EMTs, Frank.  Get away, Samantha,” said the woman jumping back to avoid the splatter while jerking the dog’s leash to pull him way.

    “No, don’t, I’m all right,” was all Stacy could manage when she stopped retching long enough to speak.  After her stomach emptied, Stacy used the door handle to climb back into the driver’s seat.  She leaned her head on the steering wheel as her finger pressed the Seat Memory button to raise her seat back.

    “She must have been attacked.  I’ll call 911,” said Frank talking out his cell phone.

    “No, I’m okay.  Nobody attacked me,” said Stacy panicking for some unknown reason at the possibility of the police being involved.

    “You should button up, dear,” said the woman.

    Stacy looked down and realized her blouse was completely unbuttoned and her brassiere was missing.  Her breasts were exposed. Frank’s his cell phone camera was focused on her nakedness.

    “You’re spoiling my fun, Mabel,” said Frank repeatedly pressing the image capture button.

    “Stop it, Frank, you old pervert.  She may need medical attention,” said Mabel.

    “No, I’m all right, thank you, thank you,” said Stacy closing her shirt.  “I have to go.”

    Stacy turned the key and drove off fighting another wave of nausea.  As she turned out of the parking lot, she could see the interstate less than half-mile away.  Right before the on ramp was a coffee shop.  Realizing there was no way, she could go further until her stomach calmed down, Stacy drove into the drive through lane.

     Moments later, Stacy was parked, sipping a large black coffee wondering whether a bite of the plain bagel she’d bought would calm her stomach or cause her to throw up again.  Stacy glanced at the dash clock, 11:42AM.

    Jesus, it’s almost noon realized Stacy as she flipped down the vanity mirror.  She grimaced at her image in the mirror.  Then she ran a finger down the side of her cheek.  She shook her head in disbelief at the thick coat of makeup she’d scraped away.

     God I look like shit and feel worse thought Stacy leaning close to the mirror to examine her blood shot eyes.  “Think, girl, think,” she said aloud trying to recall how she wound up in her car half dressed and missing her underwear.  Stacy took a small bite of the bagel then leaned back in the seat struggling to clear her mind.  The slight motion produced a twinge of pain from an unexpected spot.  My pussy’s sore realized Stacy placing her hand between her legs feeling her crotch.  My butt’s sore too.

    In the distance, Stacy could see the apartment complex and parking lot where the old couple woke her.  There were six identical buildings.  Then she recalled entering one of the apartments last night with a police lieutenant.  His name was Mike Cabreeze.  But Stacy couldn’t remember which apartment he had taken her to.  They’d arrived in the dark and she had other things on her mind than remembering an apartment number.  That was when it all started coming back to her.

Chapter 2 Arrested

 

   

    “I’ll take that, Miss,” said the store security guard reaching for the shopping bag Stacy was carrying.

    “Come with us, please,” said the guard’s female partner stepping to the other side of Stacy bracketing her between them.

    “I haven’t done anything,” said Stacy fighting the urge to panic.  No, she told herself. This can’t be happening again.

    “Right, but we need to have a little talk.  Don’t make a fuss.  No need to upset the other customers,” said the female guard.

    Stacy glanced at their nametags, Mark Wilson and Faye Sellers.

    This just can’t be happening to me repeated Stacy as they wound past racks of merchandise toward the back of the department store.  My parents will kill me.  Mother will never speak to me again.

     “I haven’t shoplifted,” said Stacy as soon as they passed through the door marked Security Office Employees Only.

     “We’ll see,” said Mark dumping the contents of Stacy’s shopping bag on a table.  There were several items including two spring tops Stacy had bought but there were two smaller packages she didn’t remember purchasing.

     “You got receipts for these?” asked Faye picking up the two small bottles of expensive perfumes.

     “No, I didn’t buy those.  Someone must have put them in my bag,” said Stacy.  She had no idea how the perfume got in her bag.

     “Right, they just hopped off the counter all on their own,” said Mark.  “Sit down, Miss, we got some paperwork to do before we call the police.”

    “No, please, I can pay.  But I didn’t take them. Someone must have put them in my shopping bag,” repeated Stacy struggling to maintain her composure.

    “Stop the bullshit.  You’re busted.  We know it isn’t your first time,” said Faye pointing toward the computer monitor on her desk.  “It’s all there in the computer’s database on shoplifters.  You and an accomplice were arrested at the Watertown Mall last October 12th.”

    “That was my dorm mate.  She was shoplifting and I didn’t know it,” said Stacy surprised they already knew she’d been arrested before.

    “That isn’t what the judge ruled, $500 fine, one hundred hours community service, and three months probation.  You have violated probation.  Judge Myers won’t like that.  He’s a real hard ass on probation violators,” said Mark

    “I wasn’t guilty but my lawyer said it was better to plead guilty to a misdemeanor and get it over with,” said Stacy.

    “$300 for an ounce, ridiculous,” said Faye looking at the price tag on one of packages.

    “More than $250 classifies you as a felony shoplifter.  You better get a good lawyer, Miss, or you are going inside,” said Mark.

    “I hope you like girls.  Cause a pretty young femme like you is going to munch a lot of rugs,” said Faye.  “Come with me.  You know the drill.”

    Unfortunately Stacy did know the drill.  Two months ago she’d gone to a different mall with Jeanette, a fellow student who lived in the same dorm.  Stacy didn’t really know Jeanette well other than they had two classes together.  As they were leaving the store, security had arrested them.  Unbeknownst to Stacy, Jeanette had shoplifted something from practically every store in the mall.  It amounted to over $700.  After their arrest, Jeanette had dropped out of Harvard returning to her home in Colorado.  But Stacy, a Massachusetts resident, was left to face a Cambridge judge with a strong dislike for wealthy college students who broke the law.  She had avoided incarceration for thirty days by pleading guilty to a misdemeanor.  She’d completed the community service and was hopeful when her probation ended; her arrest record would be expunged.

    “Shirt,” asked Faye closing the door behind them?

    Stacy concentrated on unbuttoning her blouse determined not to lose control and burst into tears.

    “Bra?” asked Faye running her hand down the shirt Stacy handed her.

    “I didn’t have to take it off last time,” said Stacy.

    “It’s procedure in this store.  Maybe you arrived braless. You took one of our bras to the dressing room and put it on.  Wearing it out is common shoplifter practice.  If I tell the police you didn’t allow us to search you thoroughly, they’ll do it at the station and they will look in places I won’t,” said Faye smiling.

     “All right,” said Stacy reaching back to unhook her bra.

     “Nice,” said Faye examining the label in the bra noting it was an upscale designer brand too expensive for the department store.    

     Stacy resisted the urge to cross her arms over her breasts.  Her mind was desperately searching for an explanation for how the perfume had gotten in her shopping bag.  She had browsed the perfume counter but hadn’t bought anything.

     “Mom and Dad get you those for your birthday?” asked Faye.

     “Huh?”

     “Your boobs, augments?”

     “No, they’re mine,” said Stacy resisting the urge to tell Faye to mind her own fucking business.  Stacy’s breasts were large and had been the cause of unwelcome attention since they started to appear in the seventh grade.

    “Nice shape, what’s the word when the nipple is turned up like yours?” asked Faye.

    “Perky, please, can I get dressed?” asked Stacy an angry tone creeping into her voice.

    “Don’t get pissed.  Just making conversation, take off your jeans,” said Faye.

    “Surely you don’t think I would steal underpants?”

    “Why not? It’s happened before.  Some of the good ones cost twenty dollars and up.”

    She must be a lesbian Stacy told herself as she pushed her jeans down.  I’m going to find out whether they do this to everyone.  I’ll sue if I’m being singled out.

    Stacy stood quietly as the guard emptied her jeans pockets on a nearby table.

    “The rest, shoes too,” said Faye tossing the jeans on the table.

    “You’re sure you do this to everyone,” asked Stacy?

    Stacy had been searched twice down to her underwear during her plane trip to Houston for the fall skeet competition.  She’d felt thoroughly humiliated by the experience.  Later, she’d read young attractive females were frequent choices of airport screeners for thorough searches.  While the TSA employee performing the search was a woman, there was usually a hidden video camera.

    “If you weren’t absolutely gorgeous, they wouldn’t have chosen you,” had been her father’s unsympathetic comment when Stacy had complained about being searched on both legs of her flight.  “Beauty can be a curse for a young woman.  Men and even women are attracted for the wrong reasons,” added Stacy’s mother.

    “Yes, no exceptions, everyone down to their socks, I search the girls and Mark the guys.  Hurry up or I’ll miss my break.”

    Stacy considered refusing then decided that would end any chances she might have of convincing them she was innocent.  Stacy slipped off her loafers as she pushed her panty down and stepped out of them.

    I am not going to let her intimidate me decided Stacy as she straightened up.  I’ll look her straight in the eye and dare her to do anything inappropriate.

    “Stand erect.  Spread your feet hip distance apart.  Hold yours arms straight out and turn slowly around,” said Faye tossing Stacy’s panty on the table after examining the label.

    Stacy stifled her feelings of shame and humiliation and did as she was instructed.  She was too upset to notice the video camera hidden in a bookcase.

    “Get dressed,” said Faye once Stacy had gone full circle.

Chapter 3 The Law

 

    “Second offense, huh?” asked the plain-clothes officer.  In the store, he’d identified himself as Lt. Michael Cabreeze of Cambridge PD.  Stacy had wanted to die of shame as the Lieutenant walked her out to his unmarked car.

    “Why is the lady handcuffed,” a small boy asked his mother as they passed?

    “She must have broken the law, Erik.  They’ll do that to you if you’re a bad boy and don’t mind daddy and me.”

    “It’s the second time I have been arrested but I wasn’t guilty the first time or this time,” said Stacy defiantly.  Stacy had expected to ride in the back seat but the Lieutenant had opened the front passenger door making sure she didn’t hit her head as she slid onto the seat.

    “The judge and the DA will sort everything out.  I’m just providing transportation.  I’m assigned to vice and normally don’t get involved with larceny but the uniforms were all busy with some out of town VIP so I offered to pick you up and bring you in,” said the Lieutenant.  “Hanging around the station house is not my thing.”

    “Is there absolutely no way I can avoid being arrested?  I’m innocent.  This will ruin my life.  My parents will disown me,” said Stacy finally losing control and starting to cry.

    “They’ll forgive you.  Parents are like that,” said the Lieutenant philosophically.

    “Not mine, you don’t know them.  They expect so much of me,” said Stacy.

    “Where are your parents?”

    “They live in Weston,” said Stacy.

    “Weston, wealthiest town in the state, you must be rich,” said the Lieutenant.

    “They’re doctors.  My mother is an allergist.  She has her own clinic.  My father is a thoracic surgeon.  He does mostly bypasses.”

    “You live at home,” asked the Lieutenant?

    “No, in the dorm.”

    “Oh, what college?”

    “Harvard.”

    “Harvard, I’m impressed.  Rich girl going to an Ivy League college shouldn’t steal.  It doesn’t look right.  I got my degree in Criminal Justice from Northeastern, definitely not the Ivy League,” said the Lieutenant.

     “Northeastern is a good school.  My parents graduated from Harvard Medical.  They wanted me to go there.  I’m a legacy,” said Stacy.  “But I’ll have to find a state school that will accept me after this.  Harvard will expel me for a second offense.”

     “Your parents will disown you.  Harvard will kick you out.  Judge will throw the book at you for violating probation. Anything else bad going to happen?”

     “I won’t be a member of the US Olympic Women’s Skeet Team.  Any character issues and they drop you.  I’ve got a good chance of making the team,” said Stacy.

     “You shoot those, what do you call it, clay pigeons?”

     “Yes, my father was on the men’s team the year they won the gold metal.  He taught me.”

     “Young lady, you do have a lot to lose,” said the Lieutenant allowing a slight note of sympathy to color his tone.

     “Yes,” was all Stacy could manage.  “That’s why I would never shoplift.  I have too much to lose plus I am an honest person.  I’ve never stolen anything in my life.  I swear it.”

     “I hate to see a young girl suffer so much for such a small offense.  It hardly seems fair,” said the Lieutenant.

     “If there is any way you could help me?  I would be forever grateful,” said Stacy sensing the Lieutenant was sympathetic.

     “How grateful,” asked the Lieutenant offering Stacy a desperately desired glimmer of hope?

     “I have some money.  Not a lot, I don’t get my trust fund until I’m twenty-three.  Oh, and I have my grandmother’s jewelry.  It’s in a safe deposit box but I have the key.  We could sell it,” said Stacy her desperation causing her to offer something she had promised her now deceased grandmother she would keep and treasure all her life.

     “Now, you’ve hurt my feelings,” said the Lieutenant sounding miffed.  “There are other things in the world beside money.”

    “How?  I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you.  What can I do to show you how much I appreciate your helping me?”

     “First, you would have to promise me as long as you live you would never again steal anything, no more shoplifting,” said the Lieutenant.

     “I promise.  I will never shoplift.  I’ll buy everything through the Internet.  I’ll never go in another mall as long as I live,” said Stacy.  “What else?”

    “Second, you have to party with me.  You’ve a very pretty girl, Stacy,” said the Lieutenant.

    “Party?” asked Stacy getting an uneasy feeling she knew what he meant.

    “Yeah, party; don’t make me spell it out.  But of course if you’re a member of one of those campus abstinence groups and still a virgin, we can forget it.  There’s no pressure here.  This will be your decision.”

     “I don’t know what to say,” said Stacy.  Stacy’s sexual experience was limited.  Her parents had kept her so busy with school and after school activities she’d had little time for a social life.  She’d lost her virginity the night of her senior prom.  Her only other experience was on Justin’s father’s boat.  She and Justin had sex twice but Justin was no more experienced than Stacy.

     “Well forget it then.  I suppose I’m too old and ugly for you.”

     “No, you’re not too old,” said Stacy guessing the Lieutenant’s age as early thirties.

     “Too ugly, you’d rather go to prison than party with Quasimodo,” said the Lieutenant.

     “No, you’re very handsome,” said Stacy anxious to be civil but realizing it was true.  The Lieutenant was actually good looking in Stacy’s opinion.  From his name, she knew his heritage was Italian.  He had the curly black hair, dark eyes, aquiline nose, and olive complexion that appealed to women.  Stacy recalled the phrase, Italian Stallion.  It suited Mike Cabreeze.

     “You don’t like Italians.  They’re beneath you.   No way a beautiful, wealthy WASP, is going to soil her hands with a Wop from Revere,”

     “No, of course not.  I’m not prejudiced against anyone.  It’s not that.  I’m not very experienced when it comes to sex.  But I’m not a virgin,” said Stacy.

     “Look, here’s the deal.  Take it or leave it.  I have a place we can go.  It’s nothing fancy but it’s nice and clean.  We’ll have a drink, relax, get comfortable and lets things develop. You might even enjoy it.  If doing thirty to ninety days at Bridgewater is preferable to a single evening with me, it’s your choice.  So what’s it going to be?  But decide quickly.  I need to make a call to have the department store lose your arrest records.”

    “Just this once?” asked Stacy?

    “Think about it.  I can’t take you to the station tomorrow and say I had a flat tire.  It’s tonight only then we go our separate ways.”

    “All right, but you’ll have to show me what to do,” said Stacy.

    “Don’t worry.  You are in the good hands of Mike Cabreeze,” said the Lieutenant taking his cell phone out.

    Stacy had to fight to contain her relief as she listened to the Lieutenant cajole the department store security guard into deleting her arrest record from the computer.  Thank God I’m not going to jail thought Stacy.  My life would be ruined.  Everything I worked for would disappear.  Now I need to do my best to live up to my side of our bargain.  That shouldn’t be a problem.  He’s very good looking and he seems like a nice guy.

    “All done, I’m trusting you to do keep our agreement,” said Mike reaching his hand out to unlock her cuffs.

    “Thank you so much, I’ll do my best to please you.  Just don’t expect too much of me,” said Stacy rubbing her wrists.

       

Chapter 4 Seduction

   

    “I want this to be pleasant for both of us.  Shower. Fix your face and hair.  There’s lingerie in the top drawer. Pick out something sexy.  I’ll open a bottle of wine and catch the last innings of the Sox and Anaheim,” said Mike before leaving Stacy alone in the large bedroom.

    “Thank you, Lieutenant Cabreeze,” said Stacy looking around at the furnishings.  She was in an apartment complex near campus.  It was clean and well furnished.  Stacy noticed it didn’t look lived in.

    “Mike, let’s drop the Lieutenant.  We’re here to enjoy ourselves. Come here,” said Mike gesturing for Stacy to step closer.

    I can do this said Stacy stepping into the Lieutenant’s embrace.  He’s actually damn good looking.  I’ve always had a thing for Italian men.  They’re so masculine and handsome.  And for that matter I have no choice.  I owe him and I’ll do everything I can to please him.  Tomorrow I can go on my way free as a bird.  I’ll never shop in a department store as lone as I live.

    Stacy wrapped her arms around Mike’s broad shoulders and they embraced for a long lingering kiss.

    “That was a very good kiss,” said Mike when it ended.  “Now, make yourself beautiful for me.  But don’t take too long.  I’m a little anxious.  Can’t you tell?”

    “Yes,” said Stacy conscious of the hard object pressing against her belly

 

***

   

    “Wow, molta bella,” said Mike appreciatively as Stacy entered the room.  She was wearing a white nightgown and peignoir.

    “It’s beautiful,’ said Stacy referring to the gown.  Stacy had noted it was an upscale designer brand. It had never been worn.  She’d had to remove the tags. She was slightly embarrassed the top was sheer and her breasts were on display.  A matching panty barely covered her sex.  There was even a pair of white scuffs.  Stacy was glad she’d treated herself to a manicure and pedicure while visiting the mall.

     “It’s beautiful on you.  The wine’s Australian but they make an awesome chardonnay,” said Mike pouring Stacy a glass.

     “Thank you, it’s good,” said Stacy taking a sip.  “Is this your place?”

     “Not hardly, it belongs to a fellow officer who’s between wives,” said Mike.  “He’s in Vegas for a week, lucky guy.  His girl friend models lingerie.  You’re wearing one of her samples.  But you look better in it than her.”

    “Thank you,” said Stacy.

     Stacy had noticed Mike was wearing a wedding band.  He had removed his jacket and tie while she was changing.  Stacy chased out of her mind she would be having sex with a married man.  Something she had sworn she would never do.

     “Sit here by me.  It’s almost over.  The Angels are winning.  You a Sox fan?” said Mike putting his arm around Stacy’s shoulder and drawing her closer.

     “From birth, my grandfather had season tickets.  Now daddy has them.  They’ll be mine next,” said Stacy leaning against Mike hoping the wine would help her relax.

     “Where are they?”

     “Third row, behind and to the right of the batter,” said Stacy nuzzling into Mike.

     “Season tickets to the Sox, I should divorce my wife and marry you,” said Mike.

     “Have you been married long,” asked Stacy curious about Mike’s family?  Being with a married man or any man for that matter was a new experience for her.

     “Twelve years, month after next, two kids, Mike Junior is almost twelve.  Condom broke one night in the back of my patrol car and next thing I knew, Connie and I were engaged.  Callie, Calistra, is ten.  Want to see?” asked Mike reaching for his wallet.

     “Handsome boy, he looks like you,” said Stacy admiring the photo.  A smiling Mike Junior was dressed in a soccer uniform.

     “And here’s daddy’s girl.  She’s got me wrapped around her little finger,” said Mike flipping over the wallet photos.   It was a picture of a very serious looking girl dressed for her first Holy Communion.

     “Beautiful child, gorgeous hair,” said Stacy.  Opposite Callie’s photo there was a picture of Mike and a blonde woman Stacy assumed was Connie.  They looked like they were on a cruise.

     “You have a beautiful family,” said Stacy as Mike put his wallet away.

     “Thanks, family is very important to me.  Every day in my line of work, I see what happens when family members don’t take care of one another.  Sometimes it can get to you.”

     “Thank for helping me, Mike,” said Stacy raising her lips to his.

     They progressed slowly from kisses to caresses. Stacy put her hand on the back of Mike’s head when he attacked her breasts through the sheer fabric.  His wet warm mouth teased her nipples while his hand strayed down between her legs.  She relaxed and spread her thighs when his hand reached her sex.

   Stacy had thought it would be difficult if not impossible to make love to a man she barely knew.  As a young girl, she’d romanticized that only when she really cared about someone would she be able to put her whole being into making love.  But real life was not working out like she had imagined.

    When Mike had made his proposition, Stacy had pictured a few minutes of mechanical sex in the back of the car.  He’ll come in me and it will be over.  He’d blackmailed her into having sex?  Cops did that sort of thing.  Stacy vaguely recalled a recent story in the Boston Globe about a state policeman who pulled girls over driving home after an evening of clubbing in Boston.  He gave them a choice, DUI arrest or oral sex.  Hundreds had come forth after his arrest to admit they’d performed orally with the officer.

    This should be much tougher than it is thought Stacy as she opened her legs to allow Mike’s hand to travel up her leg to press against her sex.  His fingers pressed gently between her labia, causing her breath to quicken and a feeling of warmth to fill her groin.  Involuntarily, she pressed her sex against his fingers signaling her eagerness for his touch.

   “You are so beautiful,” said Mike raising his head and looking into her eyes.  He slipped the strap of the gown off her shoulder pushing it down to uncover her breast.

   “Thank you,” said Stacy.

   “And these are very special,” said Mike gently licking Stacy’s nipple with the tip of his tongue.

   Stacy relaxed back into the couch as Mike’s mouth sucked her nipple and his hand stroked her panty-covered sex.  Stacy slipped the other strap off her shoulder to expose her other breast.

    “Close your eyes.  Take long slow breaths.  Let me get you off, gorgeous,” whispered Mike his passion building as he knelt between her legs and reached for the waistband of her panty.

    “Oh yes,” moaned Stacy raising her hips to help Mike slipped her panty down her legs.

    “Scoot down, I’m going to eat your pussy until you come,” said Mike pushing Stacy’s legs further apart as she willingly complied with his request.  Her sex was positioned on the edge of the couch. Mike was between her legs.

    “Oh that’s wonderful,” gasped Stacy as Mike’s tongue passed over her clitoris.

    “You are an exceptionally beautiful girl with a killer body.  I want you to relax and let me do all the work,” said Mike pressing his fingers into her vaginal opening.

    Stacy sensed how wet her sex had become by the ease Mike’s finger slipped inside her opening. Mike’s tongue was tracing circles around her clitoris as his fingers slowly moved in and out her vaginal opening.  Instinctively, Stacy captured her nipples in her fingers and pulled them out as she pressed them flat.  The slight pain heightened her sensitivity to Mike’s efforts.

    “I’m going to climax.  I can’t stop myself,” said Stacy her breath coming quicker as she felt the muscles in her vagina begin a series of involuntary contractions.

    “Just let it happen,” said Mike as he pressed the pad of his saliva covered finger against her anus and pressed inward.

    The anal stimulation overwhelmed Stacy’s efforts to delay her orgasm.  She sounded a sharp cry as Mike’s finger slipped past her sphincter.  Her abdominal muscles contracted as she placed her hand on the back of Mike’s head pushing it hard against her vagina.  He sucked hard on her clitoris as his fingers probed inside her convulsing vagina.  Stacy’s legs came together squeezing Mike’s head as she lost control turning and twisting her body in response to the waves of pleasure sweeping over her.

    It was several seconds before Stacy was able to speak.  “That was awesome.  Thank you, Mike.  I never knew sex could be that incredible.”  She leaned down and kissed his lips tasting her own sex.

    “You are one very sensual and exciting woman,” said Mike. “Let’s go in the bedroom.  This time you get to do all the work.”

Chapter 5 Great Sex

   

    “Undress me,” said Mike standing by the bed.  “Slowly, don’t rush, let’s make it last.”

    In spite of Mike’s admonition Stacy’s nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt.  This is not turning out at all like I expected realized Stacy as she removed Mike’s dress shirt and pulled his under shirt over his head.  She didn’t want “slow”.  She wanted Mike on top of her, feeding his cock into the hungry mouth between her legs.

    Without prompting, Stacy buried her face in Mike’s hairy chest and kissed his nipples.  She pressed the side of her face against the fury surface, her tongue playing across the firm nodules of flesh.

   “Sweet, very sweet,” whispered Mike before lifting Stacy’s head for several kisses leaving her even more eager for what she assumed came next.

    “Unite my shoes,” said Mike sensing and heightening Stacy’s anticipation as he sat down on the edge of the king size bed.  Mike was experienced enough at love making to know making Stacy wait would only whet her appetite.  Stacy knelt down on the carpet placing Mike’s feet between her knees.  She quickly removed his shoes and socks.  Mike stretched one leg forward to make contact with Stacy’s wet sex.  His toes stimulated her vagina.  The top of his foot glided between the folds of her labia.  Stacy gasped with the pleasure of his touch, closed her eyes and instinctively rose up rubbing her sex against his foot.

    “Oh yes,” breathed Stacy as she moved her sex back and forth.

    Stacy leaned forward ridding the foot.  She grasped his calve in both hands pulling his foot hard against her sex.  Vaginal fluids covered the top of his ankle as she pleasured herself against the hard bones.  Crouching, eyes tightly shut; she rocked back and forth gliding her sex down to his toes then up to his ankle.  A low deep moan sounded from the back of her throat each time she brought her clitoris in contact with his ankle.

    “You like that,” asked Mike surprised by Stacy’s reaction?  He’d expected more reluctance on her part.

    “Yes,” breathed Stacy unused to the cravings she was experiencing.  “You’re driving me crazy.”

    “That’s the idea.  Lose control.  Throw away your inhibitions.  Now take my cock out,” said Mike standing back up.

    Stacy moved quickly to unfasten Mike’s trousers and help him step out of them.

    “Put them over the chair,” said Mike.  “Mind the crease.”

    Stacy carefully folded the trousers along the crease and placed them neatly over the back of the chair.  She was fighting a loosing battle, resisting her urge to loose control and beg Mike to fuck her.

    “Kneel down, cock worship time,” said Mike standing by the bed clothed only in a pair of boxer shorts.

    “It’s beautiful,” said Stacy on her knees pulling the boxers down to free the large cock.  It sprung upward when it passed the elastic band.

    “And it’s all yours.  Lick the head with the tip of your tongue.  See the little drop on the tip.”

    “Yes,” said Stacy mesmerized by the glistening clear drop appearing at the small hole in the center of Mike’s cockhead.

    “Precum, go ahead, take it,” said Mike.  “Like a bee sucking nectar.”

    Stacy held the rigid shaft in one hand as she carefully lifted the solitary drop of clear fluid off using the very tip of her tongue. Her nostrils breathed in an aroma she could only identify as the essence of male sex. The strong odor of a fully aroused male sex organ filled her nostrils

    “It smells so masculine.  Every time I inhale, it’s like my brain is on fire.  I want to please you.  Tell me what to do,” said Stacy feeling an urgent desire to respond as a woman.

     “To begin with you’re going to suck my off.  I want you to have my semen inside your belly when we fuck.  Let’s get on the bed where we’ll be more comfortable.”

     Moments later, Stacy was on her knees between his outstretched legs of Mike.  A pillow under his buttocks elevated his rear and two pillows against the headboard propped him up.

    “You’re so beautiful and sexy I have to watch you,” said Mike placing the pillows against the headboard.

   “Your smell, it’s driving me insane,” said Stacy her nose pressed against the underside of Mike’s balls.

    “They say women who are susceptible to male pheromones are the best in bed,” said Mike raising his legs. “Some women are turned off by the smell of a man.”

   “They’re stupid fools.  I love it.  And I love the taste,” said Stacy swiping her tongue down the ridge of skin on the underside of Mike’s cock bisecting his scrotum and only ending at his anus. Stacy surprised herself when she flicked the tip of her tongue against the wrinkled brown skin surrounding Mike’s sphincter.

    “Tell me how much you want to suck my cock,” said Mike.

     “I really truly want to suck your cock.  I need it more than anything.  Please let me put it in my mouth,” said Stacy.  The surprising thing to Stacy was how much she meant it.  In spite of her arrest and blackmail, there was nothing Stacy Todd wanted more at the moment than to feel Mike’s penis in her mouth.

    “Start by licking my balls.”

     Stacy did not hesitate to lean over and pass her tongue over the hairy sack containing Mike’s swollen testicles.

     “Ever watched a cat lick a pat of butter,” asked Mike?

     “Yes,” said Stacy taking short licks recalling and imitating Peaches, her Persian feline who was particularly fond of climbing up on the kitchen counters to sample the butter.

    “Take one of my balls in your mouth and suck it gently.”

    Stacy applied suction to the scrotum’s loose skin.  She felt the soft oval ganglia of nerves slip past her lips.  Once inside her mouth, she applied her tongue to pleasuring Mike.

    “Good, you’re doing great.  Now do the other one.”

    My senses are in overdrive, smell, taste, feel, and even listening to him breathe are all working at once and toward a single goal realized Stacy as she held Mike’s testicle in her mouth.

     “Now, work on the head.  Show me what a great cocksucker you are.”

     Stacy followed Mike’s instructions for the next several minutes.  As his breath became quicker, his cock got both warmer and harder.

     “I’m going to ejaculate in a minute.  I want you to swallow it.  Are you okay with that?” said Mike.

    “Yes, oh yes, I want you to come in my mouth,” said Stacy surprising herself by the intensity of her response.

    “Wet your finger and gently stick it up my ass,” said Mike.

    Stacy didn’t hesitate to coat her index finger with saliva.  She felt along Mike’s crease until she sensed she was dead center in the wrinkled tissue of his anus.  Feeling exhilarated by the experience, she forced the opening.  Later, when she recalled that moment, she was surprised by her action.  I always told myself I didn’t want anything to do with anal sex but when he asked me I didn’t hesitate a second acknowledged Stacy.  What happened to my thinking anal sex was nasty and disgusting?

    “Good girl, you’re a natural lover, a real courtesan,” breathed Mike responding to the welcome pressure on his anus. “Now, finger fuck my ass while you suck me off.”

    Stacy’s lips passed back and forth the length of Mike’s shaft.  Her hand cupped his testicles.  Her knuckles pressed against the ridge of skin under his scrotum.  The index finger of her other hand was inside his rectum alongside his prostate.

    Mike’s gasping rapid breath signaled Stacy ejaculation was imminent.  She decided to concentrate on the pee hole teasing it with the tip of her tongue.  Her stroking hand became a blur on the saliva-coated shaft.  A slight taste of salt encouraged her to redouble her efforts.

    “Oh yeah, take it Stacy.  Take it all,” yelled Mike bucking his hips off the bed.

    Stacy sensed the arrival of a warm salty liquid on her tongue.  Her efforts to extract as much as possible of Mike’s body fluid paid off as her suctioning mouth filled with warm semen.  Stacy held the viscous warm liquid for a few seconds savoring the taste.  She looked up at Mike locking him in a stare as she swallowed.  At that instant, she would do any thing to please him.

    “My God that was fabulous,” said Mike once he recovered to the point of being able to speak.  “Kiss me.  I want to taste my dick on your lips.”

    “This was terrific, so much better than the others,” said Stacy nestling against Mike once they had kissed. “Can we fuck some more?”

    “Sure, let’s jerk each other off to get going again,” said Mike reaching over to open the top drawer of the nightstand and removing a tube of lubricant containing a warming gel.

    “What do we do?” asked Stacy.

    “For starters, we sit on the bed facing each other.  Put your legs over the top of mine so we’re close.  We apply this lube to each other’s sex.  Hold out your hand,” said Mike opening the top of the plastic bottle.

    “And then we can have coitus,” asked Stacy?

    “Coitus, there’s a term I haven’t heard since last fall when I testified in the rape trial of a middle school teacher,” said Mike.  “She was fucking three of her students after school.”

    “I want you inside me, Mike.  I want you to fuck me,” said Stacy embracing Mike for a long kiss while his fingers coated in lubricant massaged her sex.

    “Tell me how much you want my cock.”

    “Oh God, that’s good.  Finger me. Finger me,” said Stacy reacting to Mike’s expert manipulation of her opening.

    “Lube my cock up and stroke it.  I want to be hard as a rock when I have coitus with you,” said Mike his hand working between Stacy’s legs.

    Using long smooth strokes, Stacy’s worked her oily hands from the base of Mike’s balls to the tip of his cock   Mike fingers pulled and twisted her clitoris as his other hand probed the entrance to her vagina.

    “I’m going to come again,” said Stacy in a choking voice.  Mike’s fingers were driving her over the precipice.

    “Great, do it for Mike.  Show me what a cock hungry whore you are,” said Mike his fingers stimulating Stacy’s G-spot.

    A loud cry escaped from Stacy as she climaxed.  Her body shuddered and twisted as waves of pleasure washed over her.  Her well-lubricated hands continued to massage Mike’s cock as she experienced an intense orgasm.

   “Fuck me, Mike, please.  I want you inside me,” said Stacy her eyes betraying her desperate desire for penetration.

   “Beg me. Talk dirty,” said Mike his fingers grasping and squeezing Stacy’s clit.

   “Please fuck me.  I’m begging you.  Put your dick in my slutty cunt,” said Stacy.

     Mike pushed Stacy on her back and slowly entered her.  A deep cry of ecstasy escaped her lips as she felt his cock journey from her opening to the point his hairy mound pressed hard against her clitoris. Mike shifted his hips to intensify the contact between her sex and his.  Small cries and moans escaped her lips as her body reacted to the incredible feelings of sexual pleasure she was experiencing.

   Mike began a slow even stroke.  Stacy positioned her legs so her feet were flat on the bed.  She pressed down forcing her pelvis to rise up to meet his downward thrusts.  She felt the desire for the contact to be stronger, more brutal.  Now I know what is meant by sexual ecstasy realized Stacy arching her back to contract her sex around Mike’s cock.  The feeling of his manhood inside her was almost too much to bear.

    “Harder, fuck me harder,” pleaded Stacy lifting her hips off the bed to meet each downward thrust.

    Mike rose up on his knees, grabbed Stacy’s ankles, pulling her legs almost vertical as he continued to pound into her.  After several punishing strokes, Mike pressed her legs back toward her head bending her double.

   Sweat from Mike’s face dripped down on her breasts as they furiously fucked one another.

    “I’m going to blow,” yelled Mike his body growing rigid for a second before it jerked several times hard against her.  Stacy in the throes of her own orgasm clutched Mike to her as her abdominal muscles convulsed.

    “That was amazing,” said Mike after they had caught their breath.  “Are you sure you’ve not telling a story about your number of lovers?”

    “Only twice and it was nothing like what we just did.  That was fabulous,” said Stacy.

    “Whew, I need to recover,” said Mike taking Stacy in his arms resting her head on his shoulder.

    “Was I okay,” asked Stacy filling a need for reassurance?

    “You were much better than okay.  You are one magnificent piece of ass, Stacy Todd,” said Mike before kissing her.

    “Thanks, the first time for me was awful and even kind of creepy.  The second was so quick it was over before it started.  He barely got inside me before he came. You’ve restored my faith in men,” said Stacy planting a kiss on Mike’s cheek.

    “Can we do it again,” asked Stacy after a few minutes.

    “Only if you do all the work.”

    “And that would be?”

    “Suck and play with me until I’m hard.  This time, you get on top,” said Mike.

    An hour later, Stacy had ridden Mike to an incredible series of orgasms leaving her covered in sweat; her blonde hair matted to her skull.

    She had discovered the intense pleasure of being able to control the contact between Mike’s muscular groin and her clitoris.  She savagely ground the sensitive flesh against his pubic hair reveling in the half painful and half pleasurable sensations it produced.  Stacy had taken advantage of the position to give free reign to her lust.  Cursing and moaning, she reminded Mike of one of the lionesses in the Stone Zoo.  Mike congratulated himself on making a smart choice.   Weeks of surveillance, background checks, and planning were paying off.

    “We need a break.  I need a break.  I’ll get us another glass of wine,” said an exhausted Mike swinging his legs off the bed.

    “Can I help,” asked Stacy?

    “No, you just stay here being beautiful and thinking dirty thoughts,” said Mike heading toward the kitchen.

    “I love your butt,” said Stacy watching Mike walk out of the room.

    “It’s all yours,” replied Mike slapping himself on the butt as he disappeared toward the kitchen.

     “Oh that was so fucking incredible,” purred Stacy as she stretched.  “I hope we do it some more.”

Chapter 6 Portia

 

 

    “Stacy, shit, I’m sorry. I thought you’d gone home for the weekend,” cried Portia when Stacy walked in the dorm room the two girls shared.  Stacy frequently drove home to Weston Friday nights not returning until Sunday evening.  In the dim light allowed by drawn shades, Stacy could see Portia had male company.

    In a residence hall where arguments between roommates were an everyday occurrence Stacy and Portia had gotten along in spite of or maybe because they had little in common.  They’d remained on good terms since the semester began.  In most ways, they were opposites.

    “Stacy’s a WASP princess and I’m a Goth peasant.  She’s rich.  I’m poor.  She’s tall, gorgeous, tanned, and blonde with a big rack.  I’m average height, okay looking, sickly white, and a mousy brunette with an average rack.  She’s a good girl. I’m a total slut.” was how Portia summed it up.

    Their backgrounds were equally dissimilar.  Portia’s parents were elementary school teachers in Trenton, New Jersey.  Income from Harvard’s monumental endowment paid all her tuition.  She’d scored a perfect fourteen hundred on her SATs.  Her genius IQ and encyclopedic knowledge alone would not have gotten her into Harvard.  However, Portia’s skill at the piano had won several competitions for young performers and the Boston Sympathy had recently played one of her compositions in their summer program.

     Portia made pocket money playing for rehearsals and occasionally sitting in on keyboard for a missing band member.  The two girls did not hang out together.  Stacy occasionally caught a glimpse of glimpse of Portia playing different instruments with her Goth friends at the Harvard Square subway entrance.

    Dorm life had evolved an unwritten rule no boys would stay overnight if the other roommate was present.  Sex with the dorm mate nearby was considered rude and bad form.

    Both girls were sophomores whose rooming together was brought about by the random workings of the school’s housing computer.  Stacy’s freshman roommate and best friend, Adele, a girl she had known from grade school, had dropped out after her freshman year.  She currently lived in an ashram outside Mumbai where she serviced her yoga master daily when she wasn’t busy selling herself in the streets to earn money for him.

    When Stacy walked into the room, Portia was lying between the legs of one male student sucking his cock while another was energetically taking her from behind. The boy’s cock pummeling Portia’s rear reminded Stacy her own orifices were sore and raw.  The sounds and smells of raw sex filled the small room.

      “Something happened, I stayed with a friend,” said Stacy unsure of what to say.

      “I’ll tell them to leave, Monk, Les, you have to go,” said Portia gasping for breath, her hand still clutching the fully erect cock that seconds ago was lodged in the entrance to her throat.  Portia had a taste for being manhandled and throat fucked.  If the light had been better, the hand prints on her flanks would have been visible.

      “Shit, Portia, you said we could shag all afternoon. We’re tired of fucking you behind the dumpster,” said the boy underneath Portia straining to look in Stacy’s direction.  Stacy recognized him as one of Portia’s Goth musician friends, Les.  They’d been briefly introduced.  His head was shaved except for a narrow spiked stripe of green hair traversing the center of his scalp.  He was pierced to the point of hideousness and heavily tattooed. The other student riding Port’s ass was called Monk. His bodily adornment was similar to Les’s, spiked hair, multiple piercing, and skin art it would take several minutes to properly view.  Portia also had a Goth’s share of tattoos and body piercing including a dual row of rings in her labia major.

    But what really caught Stacy’s attention in spite of her mental and emotional exhaustion was the piercing of Les’s cock that at the moment was resting in Portia’s hand.  A row of barbells was evenly spaced crosswise along the bottom of his scrotum piercing the ridge of skin.  The effect was to both decorate and tighten his ball sack.  Even more attention getting was the large curved barbell piercing his cock head from the top emerging through his piss hole.

    Ouch thought Stacy wondering what kind of anesthetic was used during the insertion of the barbell.  Stacy watched as Portia tongued the metal balls on each end of the curved bar.  A clicking sound emerged from her mouth, as her pair of tongue studs came in contact with the other student’s hardware.

    Her curiosity as to whether Monk was similarly pierced was answered when Monk’s cock by intent or mistake slid onto the top of Portia’s tattooed rear revealing a similar adornment.  From somewhere, Stacy recalled having your cock pierced in that fashion was referred to as a Prince Albert.  She had no idea why.  She also wondered how it would feel to have a Prince Albert cock inside her vagina.  Since Portia was neither screaming nor bleeding it was obviously doable.  And from the look of extreme pleasure on Portia’s face as Monk slipped his cock back in her pussy, it must increase the sensation of intercourse.

    The two boys looked expectedly at Stacia, hoping she would decide to join them.

    “No, it’s all right. They can stay.  Just keep it down.  I need to sleep.  I’m exhausted,” said Stacy wondering how anybody could find the courage to have their sexual organs pierced.  Stacy had a strong aversion to pain of any kind.  That prompted Stacy to recall Portia had several rings through her labia and a small half ring in the hood over her clitoris. Rings pierced her nipples and there was a labret in her lip in addition to the stud in her tongue.  Stacy’s parents had strictly forbidden her tattoos or piercing other than her ear lobes.

    “Been fucking all night, huh, Stacy,” asked Monk holding his cock up for Stacy to see?

    “Yes, I think so,” said Stacy wearily bring a surprised look to Portia’s face.  “I need to shower.”

    Stacy unconsciously set aside her normal modesty slipping out of her shirts and jeans.  The fact Monk and Les were watching didn’t seem to matter.  Portia was surprised Stacy wasn’t wearing underwear and hadn’t gone into the bathroom to undress.

     “Join us, Stacy.  We got enough dick for the two of you,” said Monk his hands firmly gripping Portia’s hips pulling her onto his member.

      “You two leave Stacy alone or I’ll kick your butts out of here,” said Portia.  “My God, Stacy, what’s that written on your ass?”

      “Huh, what is it?” said Stacy twisting around to look.  She could see there was writing on her behind but she could not make out the words.  Stacy walked over to Portia’s bed and turned around.

    “Whore, Slut, and Anal Queen, printed in felt tip.  Someone drew a bulls eye around your asshole,” read Portia.  “Did you pass out at a party?”

    “Something like that,” said Stacy straining to twist around and see.

    “Too much Ecstasy,” said Monk putting his hand on Stacy’s bottom.  “Whoever did it, sure printed neat.  You got a nice ass, just made for fucking.”

    “I don’t remember anything about it,” said Stacy surprising herself by allowing Monk’s hand to stay.  “I woke up in my car.  Someone stole my underwear.”

    “Probably pulled a train, that’s what happens to a girl who does too much E at a party.  Were you thirsty as hell when you woke up?” asked Les reaching out to feel Stacy’s sex.  Les’s fingers gently touched her clit then moved down to her opening.

    “Ouch, my pussy’s sore.  Yes, I was thirsty,” said Stacy feeling tenderness at the opening to her vagina.  That was when Stacy realized someone had shaved off the small patch of hair that covered her sex.

    “They shaved my pussy,” said Stacy starting to cry as she sat down on the bed beside the three.  Les and Monk took advantage of her proximity to feel Stacy’s large breasts.

    “Hands off her, assholes.  Can’t you see she’s hurting,” said Portia slapping Les and Monk’s hands away.

    “I’ll be all right after a hot shower and some sleep,” said Stacy standing up then walking toward the bathroom.

    “Maybe you should go to the clinic and get checked for STDs,” said Portia as Stacy walked away.

    “I need rest first,” said Stacy disappearing into the bathroom.  “I feel like a zombie.”

    “Weird, huh,” said Monk still maintaining his rhythmic pounding into Portia’s vagina after Stacy disappeared into the bathroom.

    “Beyond weird, I hope she’s all right,” said Portia.  “That wasn’t the Stacy Todd I know.”

    “Surprised you care.  I thought you said the two of you weren’t friends,” said Monk.

    “Yeah, you call her the rich bitch all the time.  She’s a snob all right but a snob with a terrific set of tits,” said Les.  “I wonder if they’re real.”

    “We don’t have anything in common.  We’re not friends. We’re roommates.  But we get along.  She’s not a bad person.  She can’t help being rich.  Now are we here to fuck or discuss my roommate’s tits,” said Portia leaning down to deliver a passionate kiss to Les’s cockhead.

    “I’m here to screw your whore’s ass.  Take this, slut,” said Monk taking a firmer grip on Portia’s flanks and pounding her hard for five quick deep strokes as he delivered an open palm that left a red handprint on Portia’s rear.

    “Yeah, that’s it. Slam my pussy hard, slam it,” said Portia pushing back to increase the force of the collision.

    “But it would have been nice if Stacy had been willing to make it a four way,” said Les in the more relaxed position of getting his cock sucked.

     “Honestly, I about shit when she undressed in front of you too. Miss Modesty usually undresses in the bathroom.  I haven’t seen her naked but once or twice.  When she walked over here and let you two feel her up, I almost lost it.  WASPs normally only allow other WASPS to touch their pussy.  The drugs must not have worn off,” said Portia before returning to sucking Les’s cock.

      “She’s lucky if all they did was screw her and write on her ass.  Did you hear what happened to Marsha Hemmings?” said Monk.

     “No, who the fuck is Marsha Hemmings,” asked Portia circling Monk’s cock head with her tongue?

     “B school grad student, she passed out at a house party a week ago.  Her former best friend, Chloe Milton, had a hardon for Marsha something about screwing her fiancé while Chloe was home for her father’s funeral,” said Monk.

    “Marsha had no idea Chloe had found out,’ said Les.  “So it was one big fucking surprise.”

    “Chloe doped her with Ecstasy and Rohypnol.  When Marsha passed out she stripped her naked for all assembled, and that was upwards of fifty, to see and touch.  Talked most of the guys and several of the girls into doing her for the video camera,” said Monk.

    “Has Stacy been screwing around with anybody’s boy friend,” asked Les?

    “I don’t keep track of her but I don’t think she’s had a date since school started.  I think she’s asexual.  She’s real intent on her grades and going to the Olympics,” said Portia.

     “Oh yeah, the skeet thing,” said Les.  “Tell Portia what else happened to Marsha.”

     “Chloe takes a barber shears, cuts all her hair off then shaves the dumb cunt’s head bald as a cue ball.  Now this is where it gets totally bizarre.  Chloe had this other girl friend whose boy friend owns a tattoo parlor.  The boy friend brings his fellow skin artists to the party and they ink the word, Whore, around her bare scalp like a border, using large block letters so it was easy to read.  Then they tat a pussy right down the center of her skull,” said Monk.

    “And it was way cool too, a big hairy nasty looking snatch.  You could see the clit, the lips, and the hole was open and there was jism leaking out,” said Les.  “It was fucking awesome.”

    “Chloe must have been seriously pissed,” said Portia trying to picture the image of a vagina tattooed on a bare cranium.

    “She was.  She told everyone it was because she was away at her dad’s funeral when Marsha screwed her intended.  She felt betrayed,” said Les.

    “And to make sure everyone knows about it, she whips out a digital camera and takes images of bald Marsha sucking cock, eating pussy, and being triple penetrated.  She loaded them on one of the B school servers and had another friend do the same on one of MIT’s big servers. Then she emailed the entire class the download addresses. Half the B-school had downloaded a copy before the dean had them removed,” said Monk.

    “Do you have a copy,” asked Portia?

    “Of course, poor Marsha’s telling everyone she’s going to have to move to Tibet and become a Buddhist nun,” said Monk.

    “I’ve got the image files on my hard drive,” said Les.

    “Email them to me,” said Portia.

     “I heard Chloe for a finale stuck a cucumber way up Marsha’s ass. When she woke, she had a horrible pain in her gut. They removed it at the ER,” said Les.  “Kyle, this guy who’s an orderly tells me students are always showing up with crazy things stuck in her butt.”

    “Yeah, I forgot that part.  Ever stuck a vegetable in your cunt, Portia?” asked Monk.

    “Carrots, I did some carrots when I was in high school. And once I let my boy friend fuck my pussy with a cucumber but nothing in my ass.  I hope nothing bad happened to Stacy,” said Portia.

    “The only thing they shaved is her snatch,” said Les.  “She looks okay.”

    “I hope she learned her lesson about being careful who she parties with,” said Portia.

 

***

   

    I feel much better decided Stacy as she slipped under the cover.  The last thing I remember was Mike and I sitting on the bed drinking wine.  We’d done it three times.  It was almost midnight.  I was hoping we could curl up and go to sleep then wake up in the morning and screw some more.  I was telling him about Harvard and how I didn’t want to become a doctor like my parents.   I really opened up to the bastard.  I can’t believe I was such an idiot.  There must have been something in the wine.  Maybe like Monk said it was Ecstasy or Rohypnol, the date rape drug.  I remember him reaching out and taking my wine glass.  Next I was lying there on the bed and I couldn’t move.  Mike left me there.  After that, I can’t remember a thing.

    But why did he drug me?  It’s not like I was saying no to him.  I did everything he asked.  I might even have said yes to anal even though I’ve heard it hurts like hell the first time.  I felt so grateful to him for not arresting me.  And frankly, the sex was terrific.  My experiences with Justin on his dad’s yacht were so shity I’d given up on sex.  But Mike really got me turned on.  He made me cum when he ate my pussy.  I thought I was losing my mind it was so intense.  That part was wonderful.  Why did he have to turn out to be a jerk?  If he’d asked me out, I’d have gone, married or not.

    Across the room, Portia and her bedmates were lying quietly sharing a joint.  The aroma of marijuana drifted across the room putting Stacy to sleep.

 

***

 

    Portia’s loud animal grunts brought Stacy awake.  A glance at the clock showed she’d been out for four hours.

     My God they’re still fucking realized Stacy peering across the darkened room.  Night had fallen and only moonlight filtered past the drapes.  It took a minute for Stacy’s eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness

     Stacy’s sleep had not been entirely restful.  It was filled with dreams where she was covered in naked bodies.  She was hot and perspiring, writhing in a tangle of moist flesh.  She experienced violent orgasms that left her breathless and exhausted.   Those were interludes between repeated body contacts with different men and more shocking to Stacy, another woman, a very pretty red headed woman whose breasts were as large as Stacy’s.  In one of the dreams, Stacy’s was performing oral sex on the woman.  In another, Stacy was under the woman licking her clit while a large ebony cock glided back and forth into the woman’s vagina.  Later, the red head’s tongue was furiously stimulating Stacy’s sex while a long black cock was buried deep in her rectum.

    Once Stacy’s eyes adjusted to the dark, she could see Portia on the floor beside her bed bent double in a shoulder stand.  One thing Portia and Stacy had in common was yoga.  Although they had never practiced together, Stacy frequently saw Portia carrying her yoga mat to the free classes held at the student center.  Stacy practiced at an exclusive health club near campus.

    I guess inverted plow pose is good for something besides inverting your body, reversing your blood flow, and stretching your spine thought Stacy.  Portia’s weight was resting on her upper back and shoulder blades.  She was vertical.  Her legs were bent to the point her knees were touching her ears.  Monk and Les were standing straddling her facing each other in a crouch.  They were fucking downward into Portia’s cunt and butt at the same time

    “Fuck my pussy, fuck my ass,” whispered Portia from her side of the room.  Stacy could see Portia had managed to place one hand on her clit and was massaging it furiously.

    Stacy’s lust unexpectedly stirred as she watched the threesome.  Her hand drifted down to her sex.  In spite of a slight twinge she felt when she touched her tender flesh; she licked her fingers then placed them along each side of her clit caressing the sensitive nodule of flesh.  Her forked fingers began a slow gentle stroking of her clitoris.  She squeezed her clit when it reached the webbing between her fingers turning her hand slightly to stretch the nubbin of nerve dense tissue.

    Stacy wondered what it would be like to have a pierced cock inside her vagina.  Would it feel that different? Would it be painful?  They’re fucking Portia’s asshole too.  From the noises she’s making, she must like it.   The thought of getting up and joining the three crossed her mind.  My God what’s come over me thought Stacy.  I’m not that kind of person.  Besides, Portia might be upset if I horned in on her and her friends.  We’ve never even shared a cup of coffee and we’ve been living together since September.  Still, it would be nice to be that uninhibited and able to enjoy all kinds of sex without feeling guilty.  I’m such a ninny.

    As far as the sex went last night I did all right. Mike seemed pleased with me.  God what am I thinking?  The bastard blackmails me into having sex with him and then drugs me for more sex with God knows whom.  And I’m laying here playing with my pussy thinking about it.  However, as lousy as things turned out, it was still better than going to jail.  That would have been the end of everything I’ve worked for.  Someone must have put that perfume in my shopping bag.  I certainly didn’t.

    Stacy laid there in the dark masturbating as she listened and watched.  Portia’s moans of pleasure and the grunts of the two boys filled the room as the three engaged in intercourse.  Stacy climaxed quietly when the threesome across the room finished.  Relaxed by her orgasm, Stacy turned to the wall and fell back asleep.

Chapter 7 The DVD

 

    “I didn’t know you were friendly with the police,” said Portia handing Stacy a cardboard envelope as she entered their dorm room.  Portia was keyboarding an essay for her American Lit class.

    “I’m not,” replied Stacy instantly feeling a sense of dread.  It was late afternoon Monday and Stacy had just finished her last class.  Stacy recognized the type of envelope.  It was square, the kind used for CDs and DVDs.

    “Well, a cop came by and dropped this off.  He asked me to give it to you.  At least, I assumed he was a policeman since he was wearing a gun on his belt,” said Portia.

     “He wasn’t wearing a uniform,” asked Stacy?

     “No, nice banker’s grey suit, good looking Italian stallion dressed to impress,” said Portia.  “I almost asked him to stay.”

     “Thanks,” said Stacy opening the envelope with a sense of dread.  She’d assumed she was finished with Lt. Mike Cabreeze.

     “There was one odd thing,” said Portia looking up from her computer.

     “What?”

     “He knew my name and I’ve never seen him before in my life.  He just popped in the door without knocking and said, ‘Here Portia, hand this to Stacy when she gets in’.  Sort of like we were old friends.”

     Stacy’s stomach took a full flip when she opened the envelope and looked at the DVD.  Someone had printed, Stacy Does Cambridge, on a post-it attached to the disc.  Ever since she woke up Sunday morning she’d had a premonition something bad was going to happen.

    Control yourself thought Stacy as she walked to her desk, opened her laptop, and pressed the power on button.  As the laptop booted up, Stacy tried once more to remember what occurred between the time she and Mike had sex and waking up in her car at noon the next day.  But like her previous efforts at recall, it was fruitless.

    Stacy had spent much of Sunday trying to remember without success.  She had even driven to the apartment complex where Mike had taken her and sat in the parking lot straining to bring back some recollections.  

   She recalled leaving her car in the mall parking lot.  Someone must had taken her keys out of her purse and driven it to the apartment.  For some reason, she had trouble picturing Lt. Mike Cabreeze making the effort. He must have helpers concluded Stacy.  Someone else had dressed her and put her back in her car to sleep off the drugs.

    I was gang raped concluded Stacy looking at the row of apartment buildings. The bastard probably called the police station and invited his buddies to have sex with me. The drugs made it seem I was a willing.  They’d had free use of my body for hours, even all night.  Cops work a third shift.  God knows how many times I was screwed.  That was the reason my nipples and vagina were so sore the next day.  They also raped me anally.  That was something I’d decided I’d never do.  And there was a woman maybe more than one woman.  That’s not surprising.  You see women cops every day patrolling Harvard Square.

    Stacy had always considered herself strictly heterosexual in spite of the fact she sometimes found herself looking at other females with more than casual interest.  Portia, her roommate, made a habit of walking around nude while she was getting dressed.  Stacy had found herself staring more than once. Once, Portia had caught her but instead of getting mad, Portia had smiled before slipping on a robe.

    There had been one time in high school when she had made out with Anita Sawyer but that was only after the two of them had downed several glasses of wine.  Stacy hadn’t really done anything other than to kiss and touch Anita’s breasts. Anita had rubbed Stacy’s crotch and a drunken Stacy experienced an orgasm.  Anita had wanted to undress and go further but Stacy had panicked, afraid of being considered a lesbian.  There had not been a repeat of the encounter in spite of Anita’s entreaties.

    The thought she have been filmed had not occurred to her until she looked at the writing on the DVD.  God I hope this isn’t what I think it is thought Stacy as she slipped the disc into the slot.  Seconds later, her computer detected a video file and automatically launched video player software.

    Stacy watched open mouthed as the title appeared: Stacia Goddard Todd Does Cambridge, A Zodiac Adult Entertainment Production.

    “Shit, they used my full name,” said Stacy aloud watching as the film credits rolled through a series of obviously phony names except for hers.  That was followed by an advertisement for a phone sex service and the previews of two other Zodiac productions.

   “My God, it’s me,” whispered Stacy as the screen filled with an image of her lying on a bed she recognized as the one in the apartment.  Stacy was no longer wearing a white nightgown.  Black was the operative color.   She’d been re-dressed in black hose, garter belt, and a shelf bra exposing her breasts.  Somebody had placed a pair of ridiculously high heel platform sandals on her feet.  Her hair had been styled and her face was heavily made up.  When Stacy looked closer at her image, she realized someone had applied make up to her areola and nipples to make them stand out for the camera.

    “I’d never figure you for making porn, not in a million years,” said Portia standing unnoticed behind the seated Stacy.

    “I don’t want you to see this,” said Stacy clicking on the player’s Stop button.

    “Suit yourself,” said Portia walking away.

    “Sorry, but it’s too embarrassing,” said Stacy.

    Portia responded angrily.  “That’s a double standard.  You watched me with Monk and Les, Saturday afternoon.  It didn’t embarrass you to see me getting my brains fucked out.  You masturbated while I was double penetrated.  You got yourself off in record time.  It’s all right for you to watch me but I can’t watch you.”

    Stacy closed her eyes for a moment to think.  Portia was right of course.  I did watch her getting screwed and I climaxed.  There’s no reason she shouldn’t get a chance to watch me.  Plus I need to confide in someone.  I can’t drive home and show this to Mom and ask her what she thinks.  Portia is brilliant with street smarts.  Everyone says she’s a genius.  Maybe she can help me.  Stacy took a deep breath before she spoke.

     “You’re right, Portia. I’m being ridiculous and I’m sorry.  I did masturbate while you did it with Monk and Les.  It looked like the three of you were really into it so I got turned on,” said Stacy.

    “If it didn’t turn me on big time, I wouldn’t do it.  Is that what happened Friday night when you were drugged?” said Portia returning to stand by Stacy placing a hand on her shoulder.

    “Apparently, but I can’t remember anything. It’s so goddamn frustrating,” said Stacy turning toward Portia and starting to cry.

    “I’d like to help if you’ll let me,” said Portia putting her arms around Stacy to comfort her.

     “Maybe if we watch it together, something will come back to me,” said Stacy recovering enough to wipe her eyes.

    “It looks professional.  No student with a camcorder made that,” said Portia rolling her desk chair beside Stacy’s.

    “What do you mean professional?”

    “Some amateur with a home video camera didn’t make that.  There’s a flood of amateur porn on the Internet.  Husband places a camera on a tripod by the bed then does the wife.  He can sell it to a distributor for a couple of hundred dollars.  Lighting and sound usually suck but its good enough to wack off too.  Some porn aficionados prefer amateurs.  They consider them more natural,” said Portia.

    “So this isn’t amateur,” said Stacy clicking the Play button.  The computer’s speaker filled the room with the sounds of Stacy’s rapid breath and moans as she masturbated using first her fingers then a vibrator.

    “No way, somebody who knew what they were doing made your porn debut, probably a local production company.  You can tell from the lighting and sound.  Plus they’re using more than one camera.  I’ll even bet the video footage is edited to eliminate dead time,” said Portia.

    “Dead time,” asked Stacy?

    “Like when you’re scratching your ass or the male actor putting on a condom.  Although I bet no one is wearing a safe in this baby.”

    “I thought all porn was made in California,” said Stacy.

    “Most is but there are small production companies scattered throughout the country in the big cities.  There’s even one in Cambridge not far from here.  They occasionally advertise in one of the free papers they’re looking for new talent.  Les and Monk wanted the three of us to apply but I said no fucking way,” said Portia.

     “Was it Zodiac Adult Entertainment,” asked Stacy restarting the DVD?

     “Yes, that’s it.  They have a production facility over near Kendall Square.  My idiot friends saw it as an easy five hundred dollars.  I pointed out it was an excellent way to make something you could worry about the rest of my life.  Can you picture me about to perform at Sympathy Hall when some asshole asks to autograph a picture of me with a cock in my mouth?”

    “So I may be worrying about this until the day I die unless I somehow manage to destroy all copies.  The Olympics committee would be less than thrilled to find out I made porn willingly or not,” said Stacy starting to cry again.

    “The cats not out of the bag yet.  This may be part of some master plan.  Let’s watch it from start to finish before we draw any conclusions,” said Portia.

     “I’m really sorry about what I said.  I know we haven’t exactly been friends but I need your help.   I don’t know much about porn,” said Stacy.

     “All right but if I get turned on and start playing with myself, it’s your fault,” said Portia.  “Hand me the mouse.  They sure whored you up.  They even painted your nipples.  God you look hot.”

     The two watched as on screen Stacy picked up a dildo from a nightstand, looked directly into the camera and then licked the dildo.  She twisted the top of the dildo causing a barely audible hum of the vibrator.

    “Portia, can you hear somebody whispering in the background,” asked Stacy.

    “Yes, the Director is whispering instructions to you.  That happens often in porn.  They’ve no financial incentive to compete with Hollywood sound engineers,” said Portia.

     On screen, Stacy was pressing the tip of the dildo around her clitoris.  After several passes, Stacy pushed the dildo into the opening of her vagina.  A camera came in for a close-up of Stacy licking her lips, a look of intense passion on her face.  One hand was pulling and twisting her nipple as she began to thrust the dildo inside her vagina. Loud moans filled the small dorm room.

     “I look awake.  How did they get me to do this and still not remember anything?” said Stacy.

     “Drugs, probably a cocktail of Ecstasy, Rohypnol and maybe a teaspoon of crystal meth to keep you energized,” said Portia.

     “Outside of pot, I’ve never used drugs.  I had no idea they could make me appear fully awake, follow the Director’s instructions, and not be able to remember a thing the next day,” said Stacy.

    “Ecstasy makes people loose their inhibitions. Memory lost is pretty common if it’s a large dose.  I’ve gone to raves where they’re selling Ecstasy across the bar for ten dollars a tablet.  Girls who wouldn’t ordinarily do anything too outrageous are up on tables dancing naked or sitting on a commode in the Men’s Room sucking off a long line of strange cock.  They wake up the next day with a sore pussy and a case of gonorrhea.”

    “I’ve heard of Ecstasy and Rohypnol.  They warned us about them in freshman orientation,” said Stacy.

   “Rohypnol is called the date rape drug.  It’s legal in many countries, sold as an anti-depressant.  It’s also causes memory loss.  It’s tasteless and odorless.  Guys in clubs slip it in a girl’s drink then take her in the back and gang fuck her.  Next day, she can’t recall who gave her the clap or why her asshole feels like hamburger.  But the really nasty one is Crystal Meth also know as Redneck Cocaine.  You not only lose all your inhibitions, you can fuck for hours and the sex is incredible.  It’s highly addictive,” said Portia as she watched the on screen Stacy vigorously dildo fucking herself.

    “So I might be an addict,” asked Stacy?

    “No, not on one dose and for that matter, they may have given you other drugs.  There are hundreds of designer drugs on the market,” said Portia.

    “I went to the clinic and told them I’d had unprotected sex and needed to be checked,” said Stacy.  “I won’t know until tomorrow when the blood test comes back.”

    “What did they say,” asked Portia?

    “I got a lecture about safe sex, several pamphlets, and a box of condoms,” said Stacy.

    “Is there any chance you might get pregnant?”

    “No, I’m on the pill,” said Stacy.  “I had a very irregular period and it was driving my mother nuts so she proscribed birth control when I was thirteen.”

    “Must be convenient having a mother who is a doctor,” said Portia.

    “Shit, there’s the girl in my dreams,” said Stacy looking intently toward the screen where she was kissing another woman.

    “She’s gorgeous.  If she’d eaten my pussy, I’d want to dream about it,” said Portia.

     On screen a very pretty red headed girl with breasts as large as Stacy’s and dressed in matching lingerie climbed on the bed and took Stacy in her arms.  Stacy and the girl were kissing passionately.  The redhead was holding a rainbow colored dildo with a clit attachment.

    “In my dreams we had great sex.  We did everything,” said Stacy watching amazed at the on screen action.  The redhead was thrusting the dildo into Stacy’s cunt as they kissed with open mouths.

    “Somebody taught you to porn kiss,” said Portia.

    “Porn kiss, what’s that?”

    “Kissing for the benefit of the camera, I’ll show you.  Stick your tongue out,” said Portia putting her arm around Stacy and pulling her close.

      Stacy wrapped her arms around Portia drawing her face to hers but before their lips touched their tongue met in mid air and intertwined.  Stacy’s tongue passed over the metal stud piercing Portia’s tongue.  The two kissed for a while, only parting when they needed to come up for air.

    “I’ve wanted to do this since we started rooming together,” said Portia between kisses.  

    A loud moan coming from the screen caused them to stop.  The redhead was sucking Stacy’s clit as she thrust the dildo into her pussy. Stacy was moaning loudly and calling on the redhead to fuck the shit out of her.

    After a fade to black, the scene changed and it was Stacy’s head between the red head’s legs.  A close up showed Stacy’s tongue moving slowly over the woman’s vagina,  nibbling and sucking on the red head’s labia and clit then plunged her tongue into her vagina.  The redhead was moaning and writhing.  Her hands were embedded in Stacy’s hair pushing her face against her pussy. All of a sudden the redhead screamed, “I’m coming, eat me Stacy, you fucking bitch,” as she contorted and twisted her body.

    “Did she fake it or did she orgasm,” asked Portia?  “That is the question.”

    “I don’t know,” said Stacy.  “I can’t remember.  This is so frustrating.  It’s like my mind has still photographs not continuous images.”

    “I would say based on the large red splotch on her upper chest Red just got off on your great job of eating pussy,” said Portia.  “I splotch when I cum.  But only if it’s a really good orgasm.”

    “Shit, I wonder who they are,” said Stacy as on screen two naked young men climbed on the bed.  One was a long lean black man and the other a blonde Caucasian. They were clean cut, muscular, handsome and extremely well endowed.

    “Porn actors with big hard cocks, interracial sex, have you ever dated a black man,” asked Portia?

    “No, there weren’t any in my high school,” said Stacy not wanting to say she had only been on a few dates in her life and they were with boys whose parents were family friends.

    “That’s happens when your high school charges twenty seven thousand five hundred dollars a year tuition.   The guys are all pasty-faced WASPS with tiny limp peckers.  I got a free public education,” said Portia.  “Marston High was full of to-die-for black boys with beautiful cocks and believe me they knew how to use them.  A girl had to eat her Wheaties before she climbed in a van with one of them.”

    “How do you know what my school charged for tuition,” asked Stacy?

    “It’s on their WEB site.  I’ll admit to being curious about you.  You’ve very different from anybody I know,” said Portia.

    “I thought you didn’t like me,” said Stacy taking Portia’s hand in hers.

    “I like you fine. In fact I want to get to know you better. When I saw you were watching me with Monk and Les, it turned me on too,” said Portia before kissing Stacy on the lips.

    “It was really something when you were in dead man’s pose and they were fucking you in your pussy and ass,” said Stacy.  “How does the piercing in their cocks feel?  Does it hurt?”

    “The Prince Albert feels great in your pussy but it really lights you up when it’s in your ass.  Those metal balls drive your rectum crazy.  But Monk and Les have normal size cocks.  I’d estimate the black actor with nine inches and the blonde guy eight. Were you sore the next day?”

    “Yes, my pussy and ass felt like someone had sandpapered the inside.”

    “That’s why they say the lining of a porn star’s pussy is made of leather.  Can you imagine day after day of getting screwed in both holes by porn dicks?  It boggles the mind and warms the pussy.”

    Stacy watched amazed as the long ebony cock slowly became completely buried in her pussy.  The on screen Stacy’s face displayed the pleasure she felt as the penis slid inside her.  Her legs wrapped around the actor’s waist drawing him deeper.  Stacy grunted each time he thrust in her then cried out for him to, “Fuck me harder.”

    “Unless you are the world’s greatest actress, I’d have to say you were enjoying yourself.  His cockhead was definitely rooting around in your womb.  The blonde guy isn’t bad either.  He’s got a fat one.  There is an ongoing debate among the whores of the world whether long or thick is better,” said Portia.  “I come down on the thick side of the argument myself.”

    “I can’t recall which I liked best.  I look like I was enjoying them both,” said Stacy.

    On screen, a bent double Stacy’s calves were resting on the black man’s shoulders. He was pounding her pussy, his testicles making a loud slapping sound when they impacted her buttocks. Stacy was shouting, “Fuck me harder, you black bastard.” The other man was doing the same to the red headed woman.  The two men switched as the women turned over.

   “You seem to be into whatever was going down,” said Portia.  “Unfortunately I don’t think the fact you were drugged shows.  You look like a very willing participant,” said Portia.

   “I’m stunned. I’m fucking them just as hard they’re fucking me.  That’s in spite of the fact. I’d already screwed Mike three times,” said Stacy.

    “Mike, who’s Mike,” asked Portia.

    “The policeman who delivered the DVD.”

    “Maybe you better tell me the whole story,” said Portia.  “We can watch Stacy Does Cambridge while you recount your tale of sexual adventure.”

    “All right, from the beginning when they arrested me for shoplifting,” said Stacy as on screen she reached back with both hands to separate her buttocks.  The man angled his head to allow the camera a close-up of his tongue licking her anus.  After several minutes of anilingus, he squirted lubricant over Stacy’s sphincter then inserted his finger inside her rectum.  A second finger quickly followed then a third twisting and stretching the puckered flesh.”

    “You have a pretty pink rectum,” said Portia.  “Mine is the classic brownie.”

    “I can’t believe that’s really me,” said Stacy as on screen she said, “Fuck my shitter.  Put your dick in my ass.”

    Stacy watched transfixed as he slowly and expertly stretched her now relaxed anus open.  A light source and camera close-up revealed a dark hole of reddish pink flesh.

   “So that’s how the inside of my ass looks,” said Stacy.

   “Better than a colonoscopy,” said Portia.

   The man came into a crouch over Stacy’s upturned rear.  He placed his cock at her sphincter and pushed.

    “Yeah baby, fuck my ass,” demanded DVD Stacy as she pushed back to embed more of the long ebony pole in her rectum.  The camera panned to the side to reveal the red head was also engaged in anal intercourse with her partner.

    “Your on screen persona has a taste for anal sex,” said Portia watching the screen intently as she placed her hand on her crotch and squeezed her sex.

    “This is amazing,” said Stacy watching the totally uninhibited Stacy enjoy having her ass reamed.

    “That’s classic hardcore porn,” said Portia watching as the black man withdrew his cock from the redhead’s rectum to thrust it in Stacy’s open mouth. She sucked greedily on the penis that seconds before had been sheathed inside Red’s bowel.  Moments, later Red returned the favor.

   “I’ve sucked a cock that’s just been in another girl’s ass.  And I did it willingly.  I even got off on it. I’m sick, a pervert,” said Stacy sounding dejected.

   “It’s not that out there.  I’ve done it before.  Now tell me about your arrest,” said Portia.

***

 

    “I was a total idiot,” said Stacy once she had fully described the events of Friday night.  They had continued to watch the DVD as Stacy told her story.

   “Not really, cops are smart and street-wise. They are also connected with people who owe them favors.  Somehow he knew you frequently shopped the mall on Friday nights. The security guards or one of their stooges slipped the perfume in your shopping bag.  It was all a setup,” said Portia.

    “Still, I should have realized it was a setup,” said Stacy.

    “And done what?  They had all the advantages,” said Portia.  “Now that is nasty.  Even I have never felched,” said Portia looking at the screen and clicking the rewind button to rerun the scene.

    On screen the black actor had just pulled his cock out of the red head’s ass.  A small amount of cum dribbled out of her anus.  The on screen Stacy leaned over and applied her lips to the red head’s partially open sphincter.  The hollowing of Stacy’s cheeks indicating she was sucking hard to extract its liquid content.

    “Yuck! Felched, what’s felched,” asked Stacy unfamiliar with the term looking hard at the screen to confirm what she was seeing.

    “Exactly what you just did.  Sucking a guy’s jism out of another’s woman’s asshole.  You are definitely sucking butt there,” said Portia.  “That’s true extreme hardcore.”

    “I can’t believe I did that,” said Stacy.  “It’s revolting.  No wonder I threw up the next morning”

     “And here is the grand finale,” said Portia watching the redhead slide under Stacy.  The redhead opened her mouth and extended her tongue.  Stacy’s full cheeks collapsed forcing a gob of second hand jism to slowly descend.  Stacy and the redhead, their faces covered in slime, were kissing passionately as the final credits appeared.

    “Fonda Peters was the red headed woman’s name,” said Stacy reading the credits.

    “And Woody Load was the black man’s name.  Peter Pivot was the white man. You’d think they’d be more creative,” said Portia.  “Stacy, you should tell Harvard to kiss your ass and go to LA and make porn.  You were incredible.  My Bartholin Glands are pumping so hard I may get dehydrated.”

    “I intend to stay in school and get an education,” said Stacy.

    “Some of the top porn stars make three or four hundred thousand dollars a year.  Besides the film income, there’s prostitution and personal appearances plus product endorsements.  You could create a Stacy Todd blow up doll with a vagina modeled after your own and sell thousands of them.  Lonely, sad, neglected males could be dropping their loads into life like latex pussies that are exact replicas of this,” said Portia placing her hand on Stacy’s crotch and massaging it.

    Stacy almost asked Portia to stop; however, watching the DVD had excited her too.  Portia’s hand felt good rubbing her sex.

    “Your DVD took people, equipment, and time to make. They needed a crew of at least six in addition to the actors.  I suspect after the actors were done, the crew took an unfilmed turn with you.  Zodiac Adult Entertainment must have owed your cop friend a favor.  Maybe they were blackmailed.  Porn entrepreneurs are often on the wrong side of the law,” said Portia reaching over to unbutton Stacy’s blouse.

     “So what does he want, money,” asked Stacy signaling her willingness by helping with the buttons.

     “Could be but I’m not sure.  It seems too elaborate for simple blackmail.  Could you or your family pay a large blackmail to keep the DVD from being distributed?” asked Portia.

     “Me personally, no, I don’t get my trust fund income until I complete my college degree. I have a safety deposit box full of my Grandmother Todd’s jewelry.  It’s worth a lot.  But my family’s money is on Dad’s side.  I’m not sure how my dad would react.  He might tell them to go to hell.  Somehow, I don’t think money is what this is all about.  When I was arrested, I was so desperate I offered to sell my grandmother’s jewelry if Mike would let me go but he turned me down,” said Stacy.

    “My guess is he wants you,” said Portia slipping Stacy’s blouse off her shoulders as they kissed.

    “Why?  There’s nothing special about me,” said Stacy pulling Portia’s shirt over her head.  Portia wasn’t wearing a bra.  Stacy reached forward to gently touch the ring piercing the left nipple.

    “Nothing, except you are a strikingly beautiful tall blonde with an amazing body. You also have brains and wealth.  That’s a rare combination.  Maybe Mike Cabreeze feels the urge to have someone like you around,” said Portia slipping a hand inside Stacy’s bra.  “I have a question that’s been driving me crazy since last fall.”

    “What is it?”

    “Don’t get pissed but are these real,” asked Portia kneading Stacy’s breast?

    “What do you think?”

    “I think they’re real.  And I think you have the most perfect set of boobs I’ve ever seen.  I’ve wanted to do this since five minutes after I first met you,” said Portia lifting Stacy’s breast out of the bra cup then kissing the nipple.

    “You’re about the millionth person that’s asked me.  It used to drive me nuts when I was younger.  They’re all mine.  There’s no saline solution inside.  My mother and my Aunt Mimi have large breasts and I was lucky or unlucky enough to inherit them.”

    “They are perfect and I want to make love to them,” said Portia tracing her tongue over Stacy’s exposed nipple.

    “Here, let me help,” said Stacy reaching to unsnap her bra.

    “Mike the crooked cop wants these and so do I,” said Portia leaning forward to kiss Stacy’s nipple.

    “I want to do the same things with you I did with the red head but this time I intend to remember everything,” said Stacy unsnapping Portia’s low riders.  

Chapter 8 New Directions

 

    “God, what’s going to come of me?  I’d describe my state of mind as confused. I’m usually so in control and disciplined.  I got so turned on watching a video of myself having pornographic sex I had sex with my college roommate.  I’m a head case,” said Stacy handing the joint back to Portia.  The two girls were lying in Stacy’s bed.  They had just made love for the first time.   Their lovemaking had ended in a torrid dual climax that left both girls breathless.

    “Was it that awful,” asked Portia inhaling the drug?  “Don’t you think you’re overacting?  We’re not the only dorm mates eating each other’s pussy this afternoon.”

    Stacy immediately took Portia in her arms and hugged her. “You’re right.  It was wonderful.  You have the softest, sweetest lips.  My toes curled when I came.  But I’m not a lesbian.  At least, I don’t think I’m one,” said Stacy.

    “I’m not a lesbian either.  I’m bisexual and so are you.  You saw me with Monk and Les taking it all three orifices.  Did that look like something a committed lesbian would do?  The dykes I know don’t do near cock and some don’t allow anything that even looks like a dick in their pussy.  And for that matter, your video demonstrated you possess a strong desire for large cocks in all three orifices.  Drugs or not, you loved having that actor’s big black cock in you.”

    “I suppose you’re right. We must be bi-sexual,” said Stacy.

    “Technically yes, the clinical definition of a bisexual is anyone who has sex with both genders in the last six months.”

    “Bingo, three days is my time frame.”

    “But labels like that are silly and misleading,” said Portia.  “Modern psychiatry teaches that all males and females are potentially bi-sexual.  I believe homosexuality is a cultural concept that is inherently misleading.”

    “When I look at the person in that DVD, I tell myself it can’t be me.  It’s not just that I was doing things that went against my core values; it’s that I was doing them willingly.  And I kept on having orgasms until I was exhausted.”

    “You’ve never been with a girl before the video,” asked Portia?

    “Once in high school, I made out with a girl friend. We were a little drunk on her Mom’s chardonnay.”

    “Did you enjoy it,” asked Portia?

    “I suppose. I had an orgasm when she rubbed my pussy.”

    “She went down on you?”

    “No, she massaged my vagina on the outside of my jeans.”

    Portia was slightly incredulous at Stacy’s naiveté.  She had been gang raped as a pre-teen by her older sister’s girl gang.  “And that was it, she jacked you off?”

    “Yes, we kissed and touched each other’s nipples.  She wanted us to take out clothes off and get in bed but I was afraid,” said Stacy.

    “What were you afraid of?”

    “Being thought of as a lesbian which is not something we have in the Todd family.  Her family and mine were good friends.  Her dad is an administrator at a hospital where my dad has privileges.  I was afraid somehow they would find out.”

    “How about boys?  Don’t tell me you’ve never been fucked.”

    “Before last Friday night, only two and they were disasters.”

    “How so?”

    “Prom night, I lost my virginity.  It was my idea.  I kept thinking I was the only girl in my high school who had never been screwed.  I told my date to get a hotel room.  I had this fantasy of incredible romantic sex,” said Stacy.

    “But you chose the wrong guy,” said Portia.

    “Exactly, Cuba Libre was my downfall.   My effort to get properly laid was frustrated by rum and coca-cola.  Four drinks and he didn’t know his own name.  I practically had to carry him to the room where he passed out on the bed after puking his guts out.”

     “Men are only good for one thing and most men aren’t even good for that,” said Portia.

     “With Herculean effort I undressed him then applied my limited oral skills to make him hard.  Next, I straddled him and managed to get the pole in the hole.  The first few strokes hurt a little but I persisted and just as I was getting everything working, his eyes popped open.  He threw me off and ran for the john where he proceeded to puke up another quart of rum and a gallon of coke.  He spent the rest of the night lying on the bathroom floor groaning.  I jerked off and fell asleep.”

    “The course of true love never runs smooth,” said Portia.  “And the other?”

    “Justin Cook, his family and mine are also good friends so I felt he would be a safe choice.  As it turned out, Justin had less experience with sex than I did.  The Cooks own a beautiful yacht they keep at a marina in Boston Harbor.  I’d been on it dozens of times for family cruises.  It had this incredible master stateroom with two Chagall’s and a Manet.  I got this idea in my head it would be an incredible romantic experience to have sex there,” said Stacy.

    “And the lesson learned was that great art does not make for great sex,” said Portia.

    “Not when your partner suffers from premature ejaculation.  Justin was a nerd in school.  He and I had an email friendship in which he was always bragging about the great sex he was having.  He’s studying software engineering at MIT.  I brought a black nightgown and a bottle of champagne.  I should have noticed right off he was a nervous wreck.  I put his cock in my mouth and he came instantly.”

    “Stacy, that’s not as rare as you think,” said Portia recalling a recent time she had acquired a face full of jism from an inexperienced Indian friend who had been showing her his sitar.

    “My tongue touched his penis and one second later I had a liquid lunch I washed down with champagne.  Justin apologized then tearfully informed me that his prior tales of sexual escapades were all lies.  I reassured him all would be well and the second time would rock my world.  My mouth got him hard but as he went to enter me, I felt something warm land on my belly,” said Stacy.

    “You are not the first female to encounter a quick shooter.  I’ve met more than a few,” said Portia.

    “This time he was really upset.  It took me half an hour to calm him down and convince him the third time was a charm,” said Stacy.

    “But it wasn’t,” said Portia.

     “He managed to get just the tip in my vagina before he lost control,” said Stacy.

     “I spent the rest of the night on suicide watch.  We played computer games until the sun came up,” said Stacy.

    “Not exactly a favorable introduction to the pleasures of the flesh,” said Portia.

    “No, that day I made a decision to delay further experimentation until I was older or got married.  I bought into the idea that the problem was I didn’t give a shit about either of my partners.  But when I met someone I really cared about, everything would change and the sex would be great.”

    “How was it with the Italian stallion, the cop?  Let me guess, great.”

    “Terrific, I remember telling myself I was going to ask him to call me so we could do it again.  I had this crazy idea he really liked me and we’d start dating.”

    “Even though it was blackmail and he was married?”

    “Even though he blackmailed me and he was married with two children.  He showed me their pictures after we made love.  I had that good a time.  Frankly, if what he wants is for me to go out with him again, the DVD wasn’t necessary.  I would have anyway.”

    “He’s very good looking,” said Portia.

    “And a smooth talker, I was quite taken with Mike Cabreeze,” said Stacy.

    “You may not be the first college girl he’s blackmailed and seduced.  He sounds experienced.  He did his homework and knew exactly which of your buttons to push,” said Portia as he placed the roach in a nearby ashtray.  “You’re sort of a diamond in the rough, Stacia Todd.”

    “Me, what do you mean?”

    “Most girls your age and social class are more experienced about sex.  You’re learning things your peers learned years ago.  Roll over on your stomach.”

    “True, I blame my parents for that.  They kept me so busy that I didn’t have time to explore.   SAT drills, dance classes, and skeet practice took up all my spare time when I wasn’t in class or doing homework and studying.  Everybody in my school was worked to death.  It was very competitive too.  I remember when we were freshman, we had this discussion about how we were going to get into an Ivy League college,” said Stacy after she had rolled over.

    “And if you didn’t go to an Ivy League college you were a failure,” said Portia.  “Raise your hips.”

    “Yes, only total losers went to other schools unless it was Stanford,” said Stacy feeling Portia’s hands separate her buttocks.  “What are you going to do?”

    “Something I have wanted to do since we the semester started, rim your beautiful asshole,” said Portia sliding a pillow in place before taking hold of Stacy’s ankles and spreading her leg apart.

    “I used to think anything anal was disgusting,” said Stacy.  “But I licked Mike’s ass when he asked me.”

    “Was it squeaky clean, a little funky, or are you a shit licker,” asked Portia burying her nose in Stacy’s crack to inhale the aroma.

    “Christ, I think I’m a shit licker,” said Stacy relaxing into the sensation of having Portia’s nose pressing against her sphincter as she recalled not being put off by the smell and taste of Mike’s stained anus.

    “Nothing wrong with that, a swallow of fresh pee and the taste of shit is one of my favorite sexual appetizers.  Bu we can get into that later.  My grandfather had an old saying.  Life was like the old lady who kissed a cow, it’s all a matter of taste,” said Portia placing her tongue on Stacy’s sphincter.

    “I licked Mike’s butthole and he didn’t even ask me to.  Oh that feels good,” said Stacy feeling the tip of Portia’s tongue tease her anus.

    “Lust and desire propel us to take actions we would otherwise avoid.  You asshole tastes delicious,” said Portia reaching under Stacy to massage her clit.

    “If you keep sucking my butt and playing with my clit, I’ll come,” said Stacy.

    “That’s the idea,” said Portia forking her fingers around Stacy’s clit and squeezing it.

    “And once I get off, it’s my turn to eat your butt.”

    “I have to warn you.  I’m not too clean down there,” said Portia.

    “Good,” said Stacy.  

Chapter 9 The Arrangement

 

    “I didn’t know you were a dyke,” said Lt. Mike Cabreeze as soon as Stacy answered her cell phone.  Stacy had been sound asleep, spooned around Portia when it rang.

    “What do you want?” asked Stacy recognizing his voice and wondering how Mike had found out about her and Portia so quickly.  Somehow, he must be spying on them.

    “We need to talk,” said Mike.  “I’m parked outside, dark green Crown Vic.”

    “What the fuck is a Crow Vic?”

    “Ford Crown Victoria, dummy, it’s the Cadillac of unmarked police cars.  You’re not out in five I’m coming in and drag your naked ass out,” said Mike abruptly ending the call.

    She’s one fine looking piece of tail thought Mike watching his laptop’s screen.  The small video surveillance camera he hidden in a ceiling vent gave a grainy but usable view of her dorm room.  At the moment, it showed a naked Stacy climbing out of bed while exchanging words with Portia.  Mike listened as the microphone picked up their conversation.

    “It’s him, Mike.  He’s outside and wants to talk,” said Stacy rushing to get dressed.

    “He didn’t waste any time,” said Portia sitting up.

    “What do you think he wants?”

    “My guess, pussy, yours to be exact,” said Portia.  “He’s making a booty call except you’re supposed to go to him.”

    “Jesus, he’s married.  You think he could screw his wife any time he wanted.  I’m going to tell him to fuck off.”

    “Married guys are the worst when it comes to wanting to fuck all the time.  Maybe you should just play it cool until we figure out what to do,” said Portia.  “He might get violent.”

    “And if he wants to fuck me again,” asked Stacy?

    “Do it.  You said he was a good lay and getting screwed is better than a beating.”

    “That was before I learned he was a creep,” said Stacy.

    “At least, he’s not a troll.  Suppose he was a three hundred pound slob who sweated all the time and it was impossible to find his cock under all those layers of fat.  My advice is to play along.  See what he wants.  Perhaps you can get on his good side.”

    Mike whispered to himself.  “Portia’s the smart one, Stacy, and you ought to listen to her.  But somehow I bet you still think you’re smarter than me.”

    “All right, I’ll try it your way,” said Stacy giving Portia a kiss before leaving.

 

***

   

    “There’s a piece of paper for you in the glove box,” said Mike as soon as Stacy climbed in his car.  He’d snapped the laptop shut and slipped it under his seat when he saw Stacy leave her dorm room.

    “You’re parked in a handicap space,” said Stacy.

    “Yeah, like I give a fuck.”

     “What is it?’ asked Stacy opening the compartment.  There were only two things inside other than the owner’s manual. One was a non-descript rectangular object the size of a brick wrapped in plastic.  There was a single sheet of white paper under it.

    Stacy reached for the plastic brick picking it up so she could remove the paper underneath.  She placed the brick back in the glove box as she unfolded the paper.  She was surprised when Mike unexpectedly reached over, key in hand, to lock the glove box.

     “What was all that about,” asked Stacy?

     “Proving to you what a stupid cunt you are.  I now have your fingerprints on a kilogram of China White heroin.  Anything over an ounce qualifies you as a dealer in Massachusetts.  Dealers get a mandatory fifteen to twenty five years,” said Mike.

    “You motherfucker, give me that key,” screamed Stacy throwing herself at Mike with arms flailing.

    Stacy landed several glancing blows before Mike grabbed her by the throat, pushed her back against the door and slammed his fist into her mid section.  She felt her diaphragm snap in the wrong direction as every molecule of air exited her lungs.  Stacy was desperately trying to breathe when Mike’s hand embedded itself in her hair forcing her head upright.  He landed an open palm slap to the side of Stacy’s face snapping her head around, spraying bloody spit across the windshield.  Another slap quickly followed on the opposite side of her face.  Stacy tasted blood.  The blows left Stacy stunned with a bleeding lip.  Her face was on fire and her ears were ringing.

    But Mike wasn’t finished.  Stacy realized she should have followed Portia’s advice.

    Helpless, she was unable to stop Mike form lifting up her tee shirt exposing her braless breasts. There’d been no time to put on underwear.  Almost instantly, she felt a pain so horrible in her left breast she screamed in agony.  When she looked down, a pair of pliers was crushing her nipple.  Stacy had never felt such pain as the grooved metal surface compacted her tender flesh the width of a nickel.  Stacy lost control at that point grabbing Mike’s wrist and screaming hysterically.

    Mike moved the pliers back and forth pulling a pleading Stacy across the bench seat.  Both her hands were wrapped around Mike’s attempting to remove the instrument causing her agonizing pain.

    “Please take it off,” begged Stacy her eyes full of tears.

    “Next time, you take a swing at me; I’m going to take you to a crack house on Mass Avenue and handcuff you to a bed and leave you there for the druggies and creeps.  I guarantee you if you survive, you’ll have every STD known to medical science including AIDS,” said Mike twisting the pliers causing Stacy to shriek in pain.

    “I’m sorry.  I’ll do whatever you want.  Just take it off,” pleaded a totally desperate Stacy.

    “Say please and apologize.”

    “Please, Mike, I’m sorry I hit you.  I’ll do anything you want.  I can’t stand the pain,” said Stacy her brain numbed by the agony she was experiencing.

    Stacy’s hand went immediately to her injured breast the moment Mike released the pliers.

    “That was stupid.  You better smarten up,” said Mike.  “Now, look at the paper.”

     Stacy picked the single sheet of paper off the car floor and unfolded it.  It was a list of names and addresses of her parents, aunts, uncles, and even her grandfather.  She also recognized the names of doctors who worked in her mother’s clinic or were associates of her father.

    “Do I have to draw you a picture,” asked Mike?

    “No, I get it. You’ll send that horrible DVD to these addresses,” said Stacy.  “How much money do you want?”

    “Rich cunt thinks she can buy her way out of anything.   Well, I got news for you, sweetie.  All your family’s money and even grandmother’s antique jewelry ain’t going to make a dime’s worth of difference.  This isn’t about money.”

    “Well what is it then?  Tell me.”

    Mike relaxed back into the car seat before speaking.  “You know I saw you at the Court House at your trial.  Your Mom looked so pissed.”

     “She was pissed.  She had to take the day off from her precious allergy clinic,” said Stacy realizing where she had seen Mike before.  During the few minutes that it took her to plead guilty she had glanced around the room.  Mike Cabreeze had been standing at the back watching her.

      “Dad didn’t look too happy either,” said Mike.

      “Disappointed in me was how he described it,” said Stacy recalling what she once considered the worst day of her life.

      “I liked the way you looked,” said Mike reaching for Stacy and drawing her into his arms.  “So I chose you.”

      Stacy was too terrified not to let Mike hold her.  “Am I supposed to say thank you?”

      “Sure, why not?  I decided to wipe that smug Harvard rich girl look off your face.  You needed to be taught humility.  I did some research.  I tailed you a couple of times.  Setting you up was easy.”

      “This is sick.  You’re sick,” said Stacy quietly.  Her hand was still clutching her throbbing breast as she rested her head on Mike’s shoulder.  The pain was slowly subsiding but the area surrounding the areola was turning purple.

      “I got a clean bill of health from the psyche board,” said Mike smiling.

      “So what is it you want?”

      “From now on, you do as I say.  I say jump and you ask how high on the way up.  Else I make a trip to the post office.”

    “Don’t do that.  I’ll do what you want,” said Stacy imaging how her family would react to the DVD.  It was her paternal grandfather she was most concerned with.  Stacy was his obvious favorite among his grandchildren.  He had a bad heart.  Seeing Stacy in that DVD would crush the elderly gentleman and hurt the person in the world she most cared about.

    “Or I could get a warrant to search your dorm room and find that key of China White with your fingerprints.  I might include your rug munching girl friend Portia in the bust.  You could be cell mates,” said Mike.

    “Portia has nothing to do with any of this. She’s not rich.  Her parents are schoolteachers in New Jersey.  Leave her alone,” said Stacy.

    “I know all about Portia even that she likes to put her fingers in your ass while she licks your pussy.  It’s up to you to keep her from going to prison,” said Mike.

    “All right, whatever you say,” asked Stacy resigned to the idea she had no choice other than to follow Mike’s directions?

    “For starters, this Friday I’m having a poker party for a few of my buddies.  It’s a regular thing.  We call ourselves the Posse.  It starts at 7:00.  Be there. Wear something sexy,” said Mike.

    “Where?”

    “Building 2, Apartment 311, same place we first made love,” said Mike.

    “Before you drugged and raped me,” said Stacy angered by the realization she was no longer in control of her fate.

    “That attitude will get your other nipple in my pliers and this time I’ll twist it off and make you eat it.”

    “Sorry, Building 2, Apartment 311, what do you mean by sexy?”

    “Heels, stay up hose, skirt, dress up, no jeans, do your best to please me and my pliers will stay in the tool box,” said Mike.  “Learn to look good all the time, not like some grungy college coed who doesn’t give a shit about her appearance.”

    “I don’t have those kinds of clothes,” said Stacy.

    “Buy them.  You can afford it.  Upgrade your wardrobe.  You’ll thank me later.”

    “I’ll do my best.  Fashion isn’t exactly my thing.”

    “It is now.  I suggest you get a subscription to Elle or Vogue and learn how to dress like a lady.  Lose five, no ten pounds and tighten up your abs,” said Mike.

    “I weigh exactly what I did in high school,” said Stacy wondering how much of her life Mike intended to control.  Would there be anything left for her to manage?

    “I know.  You looked too fat in your yearbook picture.”

    “All right, I will,” said Stacy conscious that Mike was the one with the pliers and the will to use them.

    “There’s something else,” said Mike.

    “Yes,” said Stacy.

    “Remember Mark and Faye?”

    “No.”

    “Over thirteen hundred on your SATs and you’re dumb as shit.  There’s a lot I can teach you about being aware of what the fuck is going on around you.  They arrested you three days ago, stupid.”

    “Now I remember,” said Stacy.

    “But you didn’t pay attention because you’re rich and they’re not.    You should know their full name and everything else you can learn about them from the Internet,” said Mike.

    “I was too upset to pay attention to them,” said Stacy in her defense.

    “That’s because you didn’t keep your cool.  You let them rattle you.  Google the name of people you come in contact with.  Half of them will be phonies and the other half will want to fuck you.  Wise up and quit being a patsy.  If you’re going to survive in my world, you need to be conscious of what’s going on around you.”

    “All right,” said Stacy aware that Mike’s criticism was valid.  She’d behaved like an idiot.

    “I owe them a favor.  You get to pay it.”

    “What’s that got to do with me?”

    “They helped me with you.  Mark wants a day of your time, the Saturday after next,” said Mike.

    “For what,” asked Stacy?

    “Something to do with his dad, just take care of it.  He’ll email you the details.”

    Stacy shuddered when she recalled the muscular female security guard who helped arrest her.  She was sure she was a lesbian.  “And Faye?”

    “She wants you as her date for some lesbo party.  Since Portia’s taught you to eat pussy, that shouldn’t be a problem.  It’s sometime after the first of the month,” said Mike.

    “Christ,” said Stacy.

    “You should be flattered.  They could have asked for a lot of other things but they chose you,” said Mike.  “Besides, it’s only a one time thing.  They’ll take good care of you.  Nothing bad will happen.  I promise.”

    “Other than I have to fuck them,” said Stacy.

    “That’s the best part.  You’ll get used to it.  As my old man used to say, you’re going to become a slut whose legs spread like mayonnaise.”

    “Is that all,” asked Stacy?

    “No, I need proof of your commitment.  Blow me,” said Mike.

    “Right here, now?”

    “Proves to me you understand our arrangement,” said Mike.

    “By sucking your cock,” asked Stacy?

    “You need to be taken down a notch so for a start you can drain my tank.  Then if you do a good job, you can suck me off,” said Mike.

    Stunned, Stacy had an inkling of what Mike meant but she needed to confirm her suspicion.  “Drain your tank, what’s that?”

    “You really are a dumb cunt.  I’m going to piss in your mouth and you’re going to swallow every drop,” said Mike.

    “I don’t think I can do that,” said a horrified and disgusted Stacy.

    “You have a choice.  You can wrap your lips around my cock and swallow every drop of piss or I can go to work on your other tit with these,” said Mike taking the pliers out of the door pocket.  “Either way, you’ll wind up with a tummy full of Cabreeze’s energy drink.”

    “I might get sick,” said Stacy.

    “If you should happen to puke on me or even spill a drop on my slacks, I will take you over to the rail yard and tie you to a post with your mouth propped open.  I’ll make the winos piss in your mouth until the sun comes up.  I did that once to a girl who was giving me shit.  When they finished, she looked like she was eight months pregnant.  She had a belly full of the foulest pee on the planet.  Now get busy, I need to take a leak.”

    “Move the seat back,” said Stacy terrified that Mike’s threats were real.  She could not bear having her other breast in the teeth of Mike’s pliers and the possibility of vagrants peeing in her mouth was too horrible to contemplate.

     “Just to show you what a nice guy I am, I’ll start with a slight tinkle,” said Mike.

     Stacy summoned all her will and discipline to the task as she unzipped Mike’s trousers and fished his cock out the slit of his boxers.

    “I’ve been told the trick is to keep swallowing, don’t allow your mouth to get full because there is always more coming,” said Mike as Stacy formed her lips around his cock head.

    “Ready,” asked Mike.

    Stacy looked up and nodded slightly.

    “Almost immediately, she felt her mouth fill with warm liquid.  She swallowed then immediately repeated the act all the while ignoring the stench that filled her nostrils.

    “I’ve been told by piss drinking whores that the smell is worse than the taste,” said Mike concentrating on controlling his flow so as to not overwhelm Stacy.  In reality, he had invested a considerable amount of time and effort in bringing her under control.  It was psychologically important she succeed.

    I can do this thought Stacy.  It may be the most disgusting act I will ever perform as long as I live but somehow I will get through it.  Stacy had developed a rhythm, gulping down the contents of her mouth when it was half full.

    To Stacy it seemed like it would never end.  Her belly began to feel warm and full.  Finally, just when it was becoming difficult, Stacy’s mouth was empty.

    “All gone,” said Mike.

    Stacy looked up at Mike and was surprised to see him smiling at her.

    “Repeat after me, I’m Mike Cabreeze’s piss drinking bitch and I’ll do anything he wants,” said Mike.

    Stacy dutifully repeated the sentence.  She was surprised she had succeeded at the task.  Mike was proving adept at using fear to motivate her.

    “Give me a kiss, piss mouth,” said Mike.

    Stacy rose up and brought her lips to Mike’s and kissed him passionately while realizing to her dismay, the horrible disgusting act had turned her on.

    “Now, let’s add a few squirts of jism to my piss to make a slut cocktail,” said Mike pushing her head back toward his crotch.

Chapter 10 Proving Commitment

 

 

    Stacy ignored the throbbing pain in her breast and what felt like a gallon of pee sloshing in her belly as she kept her lips tightly formed around Mike’s cock and moved slowly down the shaft.  His was the third cock she’d ever sucked and the first two didn’t count.

    The hard part is over thought Stacy surprised she had summoned the will to drink Mike’s urine.  He’ll let me go as soon as he climaxes.

    There wasn’t much room between her head and the steering wheel limiting her range of motion.  She slipped her tongue underneath the shaft and windshield wiped her tongue across the thin ridge of skin.

    “I see you haven’t forgotten everything I taught you,” said Mike tilting his seat back.      

    I can do this thought Stacy.  I sucked him off before and I can do it again.

    “Don’t neglect my balls,” said Mike as he titled the seat back.  “Remember how to work my nuts.”

    Stacy took one of the large testicles in her mouth and held it with her lips as her tongue roamed over the hairy surface.  She pressed the side of her hand underneath his balls drawing a sigh of pleasure from the object of her oral ministrations.

    “Good, sucking cock is like riding a bicycle.  Now tell me how much you love sucking my balls,” said Mike.

    “I love having your hairy balls in my mouth, Mike,” said Stacy inhaling his male odor seeking to kick-start her lust.  Somewhere in her mind was the thought that inciting her own desire would make sex with Mike easier.  There was also the realization that the aromatic mixture of urine and male ball sweat had turned her on.  She fought the urge to slip her hand down her jeans to her pussy, afraid it would piss Mike off and her other areola would wind up in the jaws of his pliers.

    “Today, you’re lying, bitch.  But before we’re through, you’ll learn to love it,” said Mike placing his hand on the back of Stacy’s head jamming his cock in her throat forcing Stacy to breathe through her nose as she fought to control her gag reflex.  “True love is swallowing your man’s dick and not choking.”

    Portia was right realized Stacy. I was a fool to react the way I did.  I have to learn to cooperate and please him.  He came close to ripping my nipple off.  My boob’s killing me.  Mike is a psychopath and he’s become my stalker.

    “That’s right, push my cock head inside your throat then squeeze it.  Latina whores can do that from the time they’re ten,” said Mike.

      I’ll do it decided Stacy forcing an inch of Mike’s cock head into her throat opening then swallowing to press the walls of her throat around it.  To her surprise, she found she could compress the spongy head.

    “That’s right, cunt.  You’re a fast learner,” said Mike between moans.  “I bet your Mom and Aunt know how to suck a cock.  Big tits weren’t the only thing you inherited.”

    No more mouthing off reasoned Stacy.  He’s liable to kill me if I make him mad enough.  Drinking his pee and sucking his cock is better than winding up in the Charles River with a bullet in my brain or spending the rest of my life in prison.  He’s a policeman.  He can do anything he wants to me and get away with it.

   He seems to know so much about me and my family.  He may know more than I do about certain things.

   “Work my piss hole with the tip of your tongue.  If nothing else, I’ll teach you to be one hell of a cock sucker,” said Mike his hand resting on the back of Stacy’s head.

    Just as Stacy’s lust was building and her head was getting into sucking Mike’s penis, there was a loud tapping on the tinted window of the car.

   Startled, Stacy started to rise up but Mike’s hand held her in place.

   “Keep sucking, Stacy.  I got it,” said Mike

   “Lt. Cabreeze, what brings you on campus,” said a male voice from outside the car.

    “Hello Sergeant Ebbers, I just stopped by to sample the oral skills of one of your coeds,” said Mike.

    “And, how is the student performing,” asked Sergeant Roger Ebbers of the Harvard Campus Police?  Harvard’s location in the urban center of Cambridge required a large force of campus security.  Stacy’s dorm was located right off a busy city street.  

    “What she lacks in experience, she makes up for in raw talent and enthusiasm.  I had to reason with her before she decided to cooperate,” said Mike holding up the pliers as he used Stacy’s hair to raise her head to face the campus policeman.

    “I can see she needed persuading,” said Roger observing Stacy’s split lip and bruised face.

    “Not to worry, she’s into the rough stuff.  It takes a few smacks to get her excited,” said Mike.

    “From the smell, you must have been doing a little piss training,” said the Sergeant.

    “Yes, Stacy tell the Sergeant how much you loved draining my tank,” said Mike.

    Fearful of displeasing Mike, Stacy looked up and at the campus cop and smiled.  “It was delicious.  I love swallowing Mike’s hot piss.”

    “She’s well trained.  I’ve seen her around.  She’s a real fox,” said Roger.

    “I’m willing to share with a brother officer of the law.  Get in,” said Mike.

    “This is a wonderful example of cross jurisdictional cooperation.  I’ve watched her swish her tail around campus in tight low-slung jeans with those big boobs leading the way. She looked like she was begging for it,” said Roger getting in on the passenger side.  His hand reached forward to slip under Stacy’s shirt capturing her uninjured breast.  His fingers squeezed and twisted her nipple as he conversed with Mike.  “I’ve been dying to check these out.  They’re fucking huge.”

    My God he’s going to fuck me too realized Stacy horrified at the casual way Mike had offered her to the Sergeant.

   “Always willing to help out a fellow crime fighter,” said Mike.  “Stacy, have you met Sergeant Ebbers?”

   “No, but I’ve seen him on campus,” said Stacy between swiping her tongue across Mike’s cock.

   “Show respect to an officer of the law.  Turn around and greet the Sergeant properly,” said Mike taking hold of Stacy’s hair to lift her off his manhood.

   Stacy pushed herself upright then turned to face the young campus policeman she’d often seen standing in the entranceway to her dorm.    No words were spoken as he put his arms around her and they kissed. His tongue entered her mouth as his hand continued to work her nipple.  Helpless and afraid to do anything other than to cooperate Stacy returned his kiss slipping her tongue into the Sergeant’s mouth.

    “There’s nothing warmer than a slut’s mouth after sucking a brother officer’s dick,” said the Sergeant once the kiss ended.  “Even if it is a little homo.”

    “Seeing at how it was my cock she’d been sucking, I’d say you may have gender preference issues, Sergeant,” said Mike.

    “Shit, I like it all,” said the Sergeant before he kissed Stacy again.  “There are some fine looking young boys on campus who are queer for a man in uniform.  They practically beg me to let them suck my cock.  There’s a real cutie over in Bascomb Hall who pays me two hundred dollars ever time I fuck him in the ass.  He’s from Caracas.  His daddy is an oil billionaire,” said the Sergeant.

     “Police base pay is never enough.  Without special detail income, none of us would get by,” said Mike.

    “He’s been begging me to set up a threesome.  If you ever feel the inclination to walk the dark side of the street, give me a call and I’ll set something up.”

    “I just might do that sometime.  Stacy’s bi.  She and her roommate have been eating each other’s cunt all afternoon.   Stacy loves pussy and cock.  Right, Stacy?” said Mike.

    ”Yes, Mike, I love both,” said Stacy continuing to masturbate Mike as the Sergeant fondled her breast.

    Roger placed his hands on both Stacy’s breast and pinched her nipples.  It took all of her self control not to scream when his fingers punished the injured one.

    “Let me formally introduce you two.  Stacy Todd, meet Sergeant Roger Ebbers.  He keeps you safe in your bed while bad guys prowl the campus looking to rape and murder.”

    “Hello, Sergeant, please to meet you,” said Stacy forcing a smile.

    “You got a great pair, Stacy.  I was hoping to get my hands on them before the semester ended,” said Roger as he pulled Stacy’s nipples with a circular motion that she found stimulating.

    “Thank you, enjoy them,” said Stacy before pressing her lips against Roger’s for another deep tongue kiss.

    I’ll become a survivor repeated Stacy to herself as she embraced Roger.  I have to be patient until there is a way out of this.  If I cooperate and do what Mike says, he won’t have a reason to hurt me.

    “Get naked, Stacy.  Show Roger the complete package,” said Mike.

    In the crowded front seat, it was difficult to undress. Roger grabbed the bottom of Stacy’s tee shirt and pulled it over her head.

    “Nasty bruise,” said Roger referring to the purple splotch covering the tip of Stacy’s breast.

    “We had a slight disagreement.  It was necessary to bring Stacy around to my way of thinking,” said Mike brandishing his pliers.

     “Common household pliers are a cheap and effective tool to encourage good behavior among the student population,” said Roger.   “They’re equally effective on both sexes.   Male students inclined by alcohol or drugs to misbehave become quite respectful after you demonstrate that even after imbibing a case of beer, they can still feel the effect of having a testicle crushed.”  

     “Over the years I’ve used them to teach potential felons the errors of their ways.  Stacy here almost lost one of her gorgeous nipples,” said Mike.  

     “That would be a terrible waste.  How big,” asked Roger his hand hefting Stacy’s breast?

     “What,” asked Stacy?

     “Bra size,” said Roger.

     “34D,” said Stacy.

     “Real,” asked Roger?

     “Of course they’re real.  Don’t you know how to tell a real tit from a fake?” said Mike fondling the other breast.  “Those babies are genuine grown from the cradle tits.”

     “Half the coeds at Harvard got fake boobs.  34D is pretty damn big for real knockers,” said Roger.

     “Her Mom, Doreen, has a big rack. She’s a double D.  Doesn’t she, Stacy?” said Mike.

     “Mom’s huge and so is her sister. I take after them,” said Stacy unsnapping her jeans surprised Mike knew about her mother’s boobs and first name.

     “Nature versus nurture,” said Mike.

    “Huh, what does that mean,” asked Roger unzipping his uniform trousers and taking his cock out.  He casually began stroking it as he watched Stacy struggle to remove her jeans in the cramped space.

    “Surprised a Harvard man is not familiar with the nature versus nurture controversy.  For decades, there has been debate over what is more important in making us what we ultimately become.  Is it nature?  For example, Stacy’s genes, inherited from her Mom’s family, have given her big tits while other less genetically favored girls have nurtured their boobs by having implants.  Get it?” said Mike.

     “I prefer nature,” said Roger running his tongue over Stacy’s boob.  “They feel more natural.”

     “Of course, the way the girls today shave their cunt looks unnatural,” said Mike placing his hand on Stacy’s hairless mound.  Its wetness surprised and pleased him.

     “That’s an improvement over nature.  Eating bald pussy is better than munching a full bush,” said Roger adding his hand to the space between Stacy’s legs.  “Don’t like hair in my teeth.  Half the male students are shaving their cock.  I’ve been thinking about shaving mine.  What do you think, Stacy?  Do you prefer shaved cocks?”

     “Honestly, I’ve never thought about it,” said Stacy recalling that the two men in her video both had shaved cocks.

    “Maybe, I’ll let Stacy shave my cock and balls the next time we fuck,” said Mike reaching between her legs.  “Feel how tight her pussy is, Sergeant.”

     I’m just a piece of meat to them thought Stacy moaning as two sets of fingers explored her sex.

     “She’s tight and wet,” said Roger, his forefinger pressing deep into her vagina.  “You fucked her before?”

    “Yes, once, she’s an animal when she let’s loose, a born slut with hunger for dick you have to experience to believe,” said Mike.  “Stacy, loves cock, don’t you, Stacy?”

    “Yes, Mike, I love cock.  I love it a lot and I can never get enough of it,” said an anxious to please Stacy reaching for both cocks to begin a slow stroking.                

     “Scoot over, Roger.  Let’s see if Stacy’s inherited the gene for sucking two cocks at once,” said Mike.  “I bet Mother Doreen can take two dicks in her mouth.”

     Moments later, Stacy was crouched on the floor of the Crown Vic.  Mike and Roger were seated side-by-side smoking a joint Roger had provided.  Occasionally, they offered Stacy a toke she gladly took if for no other reason to remain calm.  One hand stroked the cock she didn’t have in her mouth. On their command, she frequently moved her mouth from cock to cock.  The two policeman talked shop as Stacy did her best to satisfy them.

    “You must get a lot of young fresh pussy in your job,” asked Mike?

    “Not as much as you would think.  Most of these Harvard bitches think they’re too good to speak to, let alone fuck campus security.  Stacy here has passed me a dozen times without speaking,” said Roger.

    “Well she knows you exist now. At least her mouth does,” said Mike.

    “Right, but this is an exception to the general rule.”

    “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter. You get your share,” said Mike.

    “To tell the truth I have been known to take advantage of the occasional coed who comes staggering back to the dorm too drunk to find her room.  Corporal Woods and I happened upon such a fortitudinous situation this past week end,” said Roger.

    “Tell us about it.  Stacy needs to be aware of sexual predators lurking about the campus,” said Mike.

    “Corporal Woods, Avery, he’s black and always horny.  We were walking rounds in Maxwell-Simpson Hall, one of the B-school dorms.  It was about two in the AM,” said Roger.

     “I’ve seen Avery around, big fellow,” said Mike.

     “Six four, two thirty, ripped, bastard must live at the gym.  We hear a moaning coming from the second floor Ladies Room. We go in to check it out, Little Asian girl in a stall hugging the commode puking her guts out.  When I say little, I mean little.  If she tipped the scale at anything over a hundred, I’d be surprised.”

     “My dad was in Vietnam.  He claimed flat nose pussy was the best on the planet,” said Mike.  “According to Daddy, pussy was the real reason we fought so long and hard to keep the God forsaken shithole.”

    “Your dad must be right.  Avery’s got a thing for Asians.  This cunt was really out of it.  When we asked if she’s all right, she gives us this look that says I’ve been doing serious drugs and booze and I am totally fucked.  Bitch’s pupils were big as saucers.  Tried to talk but couldn’t get the words out.  Then she passes out right there on the tiles.  Bang, she lands head first, chips a tooth and busts her nose, out cold.”

     “Kids today don’t know how to control their use of drugs and alcohol.  Both are all right if used in moderation.  You getting all the cock you need, Stacy?” said Mike.

    “Yes, more than enough.  This is great,” said Stacy looking up from Roger’s penis. Even in the limited light, they could see her cheeks glistening with saliva.

    “You enjoying Roger’s story,” asked Mike?

    “Yes, it’s very interesting,” said Stacy.  “Am I doing all right?”

    “You’re doing fine.  Keep sucking and you’ll get your reward,” said Mike.  “So what happened, Roger?”

    “We cleaned the blood and puke off her face then Avery picked her up, threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried her down the hall to the janitor’s supply closet.  It was locked but my master key opened it.”

     “So you had a little privacy,” said Mike.

     “Didn’t want to be walked in on while we’re doing the nasty.  They might mistakenly think we were taking unfair advantage of her.  We peeled her clothes off.  Fucking jeans were so tight you would have thought she painted them on.  Jism was already leaking out of her cunt so it wasn’t like we were doing anything to her that hadn’t been done already,” said Roger.  “Probably was over on Dunster Street letting guys fuck her in a Ladies Room stall.”

    “There’s nothing wrong with sloppy seconds, is there Stacy?” asked Mike?

    Stacy took Roger’s cock out of her mouth to answer.  “Not at all, it just means someone else has gone to the trouble to get her hot and wet for you.”

    “Good answer, Stacy, I figured you for a fast learner,” said Mike.  “Continue, Roger.”

     “She was a pretty little thing, delicate hands and feet, like a doll.  Her boobs were real small, nothing compared to Stacy’s here.  I’d guess AA at most.  She had those real dark nipples Asian girls have and this patch of pubic hair that was maybe two inches across,” said Roger.

     “Was she awake,” asked Mike?

     “Not really, kept moaning in some foreign language.  Avery thought it was Korean but who the fuck knows.  I’d gone first last time so Avery went first with the Korean.”

     “Quite a size difference,” said Mike turning so his cock was beside Roger’s.  “I hope you don’t mind if she sucks both dicks at once.”

    Stacy took the hint.  She pressed their penises together then opened her mouth to take the tip of both cocks in her mouth.

    “Nope, I’m versatile,” said Roger.  “Where was I?”

    “Avery was about to lay a large piece of pipe in a narrow ditch,” said Mike.

   “Yeah, it was awesome watching him work his eight inches in her half inch hole,” said Roger forming a small circle with his thumb and forefinger to illustrate the difficulty his fellow officer faced.  “I would have bet it wouldn’t fit.  It took spit and some serious force before it slipped inside.  It must have hurt because she started moaning and making a ruckus so we stuffed her panty in her mouth.  That shut her up.”

    “Sticking their dirty drawers in their mouth is traditional,” said Mike.

    “We bent her double.  I held her feet down by her ears. The situation got Avery turned on.  He fucked the shit out of her.  I got worried he was going to break her back, two hundred and thirty pounds of hard muscle slamming her against the floor.  It must have bruised the shit out of her.  You could tell by the way she was whimpering and struggling, she was getting more dick than she could handle,” said the Sergeant.

    “There are times I prefer rape to fucking a willing slut like Stacy here.  It’s more macho,” said Mike.

    “I went next after Avery.  After I dropped my load we smoked a joint then decided to try her back door.  This time I got in first and lord was she tight.  Anyway, Kimberly Ichuro, that was the name on her student ID, was moaning and whimpering which made it a hell of a lot better fuck than it would have been otherwise.  If she’d been conscious, she’d been screaming her head off.”

     “Stacy likes it in the ass, don’t you Stacy?” said Mike.

    “Yes, it’s great,” said Stacy recalling her lone experience with anal intercourse was captured on DVD and she did not remember whether it was good or not.  In the DVD, she had appeared to be enjoying it when the two men had taken her anally.  She also recalled her sphincter was sore the next day.

     “Avery and I’ll have to drop by your dorm room some evening,” said Roger.

     “You and Portia would like that wouldn’t you, Stacy?” said Mike.

     “Yes, come anytime,” said Stacy.

    “Your Goth roommate’s a hot piece too.  Half the guys on campus have boned that little slut.”

     “Portia never gets enough dick or pussy.  She’s got these two slacker friends she’s been fucking behind a trash compactor in an alley behind Dunster Street.  So finish your story,” said Mike.

     “After a short break, we popped her again.  This time we did both holes at the same time.  I could feel Avery’s cock in her ass rubbing alongside mine in her pussy.  All the while, she’s making these little mewling sounds like a sick cat.  After we’d each blown three loads in her, we carried her to her dorm room and dumped her on the bed.  I kept these as a souvenir,” said Roger reaching into his shirt pocket to extract a couple of objects.

    “What you got?” asked Mike unable to see clearly in the dim light.

    “Piece of her tooth she broke off on the bathroom floor and a Polaroid of the inside of her asshole.  It wouldn’t close up after we’d ass fucked her,” said Roger holding up a small Ziploc bag containing a shard of an incisor and the picture.

    “She will need to wear a diaper for a month.  You animals stretched out her butt ring,” said Mike looking at the photo then showing it to Stacy.

     “Since her butt was open and we both needed to take a whiz, we left her a souvenir,” said the Sergeant.

    “Was it what I think it was?” asked Mike.

    “Yes, we stood her in her shoulders and peed down her hole until we reached the full mark.  Then we wedged a cleaning rag in her butt as a stopper,” said the Sergeant.

    Bet she had an exciting start to her day,” said Mike. “Your story got me all worked up.  I’m almost ready to give Stacy’s tonsils a come bath.  Suck hard, sweetheart. Daddy’s going to give you your reward,” said Mike.

    Stacy applied herself to getting Mike off.  Her jaw was tired and her breast throbbed with pain but she was driven by fear to perform as best as she could

    “Here it comes, baby,” said Mike.  “Give me a big finish.”

    Stacy experienced the sensation of a warm salty fluid spurting first on her tongue then the back of her throat.

    “Oh that’s good, swallow it bitch,” said Mike both hands embedded in Stacy’s hair holding her tight as his cock jerked and spurted in her mouth.

    “You’re next, Roger,” said Mike once he was finished.

    Moments later, Stacy found herself swallowing a second batch of semen.

    “Want to go get a beer?  I’m buying,” said Roger zipping his trousers.

    An exhausted Stacy had collapsed in a heap on the cramped floor.

    “Yeah, I’m a little thirsty.  Throw the tramp out, Roger,” said Mike.

    “Let me get dressed first,” said Stacy reaching for her clothes lying under her on the floor of the car.

    “Dress on the sidewalk. We got to go,” said Mike.

    Stacy was able to grab her jeans and shirt before Roger opened the car door and shoved her out on the pavement. Stacy was left standing naked clutching her clothes as the Crown Vic sped away.

    The sound of laughter caused her to turn and face a group of students walking toward her dorm.

    “That’s Stacy Todd,” said one of the girls in her dorm.

    “Out for an evening stroll? You’re dressed a little light for the weather,” said one of the boys.

    “Those are a nice set of knockers,” said another male reaching out to grope Stacy’s boob. She swatted his hand away.

    “Jesus, Stacy, you need to control yourself,” said Althea, one of the coeds who lived right down the hall.

    “Shit, it’s too dark for my phone camera,” said a boy holding his cell phone toward Stacy.

    Stacy threw on her shirt and jeans.  She quickly walked barefoot toward the entrance to her dorm ignoring the rest of the crowd’s remarks.

    “God, what happened,” asked Portia as soon as Stacy came through the door crying?

    “Oh Portia, it was awful,” said Stacy throwing herself in Portia’s arm.  Portia held Stacy comforting her.          

    “I got punched, slapped, and he used pliers to hurt my breast,” said Stacy as she lifted her tee shirt to show Portia the marks.  “He made me drink his pee.”

    “The Goddamn motherfucker,” said Portia leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the rectangular red mark.  “I’ll get some ointment.  Why did he do that?  They’re so beautiful.”

    “I pissed him off.  I got mad and slapped him then he beat the shit out of me.  I almost went out of my mind with pain when he grabbed my breast with the pliers.”

     “Cops have been using pliers as persuaders since forever.  Why did you get mad?”

    “He tricked me into putting my fingerprints on heroin he had in his glove box?  I’m so fucking stupid.”

    “He had heroin with him,” asked a surprised Portia?

    “He said it was a kilogram of China White,” said Stacy.

    “That’s serious shit,” said Portia.

     “He knows everything about me.  He threatened to send copies of Stacy Does Cambridge to my relatives and my parent’s friends and people they work with.  There must have been fifty addresses on the list he showed me.”

   “What does he want from you,” asked Portia?

    “Me, pussy, sex, you were right.  He’s a crazy psycho motherfucker.  Friday night, I have to go the same place he took me before.  He’s having a poker party.  I have to dress like a whore,” said Stacy.

    “And you’re going to get poked.  Sorry, that wasn’t very funny,” said Portia.

    “Yes, it was,” said Stacy laughing through her tears.

    “What happened to your shoes,” asked Portia?

    “I left them on the floor of his car.  After I blew him and this campus cop, they threw me naked out of the car.  I didn’t have time to grab them.  Althea and some friends were walking by.  They saw me standing on the sidewalk without a stitch.  I was never so embarrassed in my life.  Thank God it was too dark for their cell phone cameras,” said Stacy.

     “Campus cop, how did he get involved,” asked Portia?

     “He happened by and tapped on the car window, Sergeant Roger something.  They knew each other.”

     “Ebbers, Sergeant Roger Ebbers, he works nights.  You had to blow him too?”

     “Yes, Mike offered me to him like I was his property.  He said I had to show I was committed,” said Stacia.

     “Wow, this is getting ugly,” said Portia.

     “Yes, Roger said he and his partner, Avery, who is supposedly black and huge, might pay us a visit one night.”

    “I know Avery.  We’ll face that when and if it happens,” said Portia feeling excitement at the prospect of having sex with the tall black security guard.

     “I’m sorry but I’ve gotten you involved.  Mike even knew about you screwing Monk and Les in the alley behind Dunster Street.”

     “Shit, one of the rats ratted me out,” said Portia recalling how rats frequently ran over her feet when she was leaning over letting the two fuck her.  “Never trust a rodent to keep their word.”

    “There’s more.  He said if I didn’t cooperate, he’d plant drugs in our room and arrest both of us as dealers. We’d go to prison forever.  I’m so sorry, Portia.  You should get a new roommate.”

    “It’s not your fault.  We’re in this together now and I intend to see it through to the end,” said Portia embracing Stacy.

     “He knows we had been having sex. He called me a dyke.”

     “We have a lot to think about but first let’s get you into the shower,” said Portia.

     “I want to brush my teeth first,” said Stacy.

Chapter 11 Poker Party

 

    “Good, you’re on time.  We’re just getting started,” said Mike pulling Stacy into the entranceway and kissing her.  He smelled of cigars and scotch.  Without hesitating, Stacy wrapped her arms around Mike’s shoulders and returned his kiss.  Nor did she shy way when Mike’s hands moved down to her butt pulling her against his sex.      

     Play along Stacy told herself.  Don’t resist or mouth off.  All it will get you is another beating or a crushed nipple, maybe both.  Follow Mother Portia’s advice.  Mike Cabreeze is a dangerous psychopath.  Let him bring out your inner slut.

     Portia had been very direct about the challenge facing Stacy.  “Your survival depends on you forgetting everything your parents drummed into you about sexual morality.  From now on, think of yourself as a cock crazed whore like me.  Someone who never met a dick they didn’t want to suck or a pussy they weren’t dying to lick.”

    “How did you become that way,” asked Stacy.  “You’re brilliant. Everyone says you’re a genius.”

    “Genius doesn’t buy you shit where I grew up.  I’ve been a total whore since I was twelve and my sister’s girl gang raped me for two days straight,” said Portia.

    “Your own sister raped you,” said a surprised Stacy.  “Where is she now?”

    “In Iraq, working as an interrogator at a prison called Abu Ghraib.  She’s a Marine,’ said Portia.

    “They raped you for two days?” questioned Stacy.

    “Yes, Celia decided she would either take my cherry or some male gang banger would do the honors.  She opened me up with a strap on they used to initiate new members.  It was ten inches long, five inches in diameter at the widest part and covered with raised nodules.  It hurt like hell,” said  

    “It must have,” said Stacy.

    “This won’t be near as bad,” said Portia buckling the strap on around her waist and thighs.  “Just relax and focus on how good it feels in your pussy.  After you learn to climax with it in your twat, I’ll do the same for your asshole.”

    “Whatever you say, Portia,” said Stacy spreading he legs wider.

    “I know you can handle it,” said Portia positioning the faux cock head at Stacy’s opening.

    Lessons learned from the time spent in Mike’s Crown Vic made Stacy determined to succeed.  “I’ll do whatever he wants.  That night, I sucked off two men and consumed a full bladder of pee.  And to be honest, it turned me on.  I know now I’m not a shy near virgin who doesn’t know how to handle a cock and whatever comes out f it.”

    “Good, any woman can become a whore and a slut if she sets her mind to it.  Learn to relax and enjoy sex of all flavors.  Remember it’s as much mental as physical,” said Portia when she kissed Stacy goodbye a half hour before she left for the card game.  “And by the way, you look hot as hell.  If you didn’t have to go, I’d stick my head up your skirt and eat your pussy till the sun comes up.  Mike and his poker pals will go nuts over you.  Face up to the reality your three orifices are going to service a lot of cock tonight.  Use your looks and brains to get through it.”

     “Again,” said Stacy after Mike broke the kiss.  Stacy molded her body against his as she intertwined her tongue with Mike’s. Wanting to prove her willingness, she dropped her arm to Mike’s waist holding him tight as she rubbed her sex against the bulge in his trousers.   The sensation of feeling his manhood press against her pubic mound created a spark that traveled from her crotch to her brain and back.

    “Well, I’m glad to see you’ve wised up.  Stay that way and we’ll have some fun and nobody will get hurt.  Here, let me look at you,” said Mike.  He stepped back to study her appearance.

     “Well, what do you think,” asked Stacy impatient for an answer. With Portia’s help, she’d spent hours getting ready.

     “The hair’s definitely an improvement.  Where did you get it styled?”

     “Delia, in Harvard Square,” said Stacy.

     “Next time, go to Anton’s on Newbury Street.  Ask for Mitch.  Tell him you’re a friend of Mike Cabreeze or you won’t get in.  He’s the best in Boston and impossible to schedule unless you know somebody,” said Mike.

     “I will.  Anything else,” asked Stacy totally taken back Mike was sending her to a hair stylist he knew.

     “A little lighter shade of lipstick and nail polish would suit you better.  Turn around,” said Mike studying her intently.

     “What else,” asked Stacy unable to wait for his opinion?

    “What you’re wearing is okay for tonight when it’s just the posse.   But it’s not classy enough when we go out in public.  I can tell you made an effort.  That’s good but you need to work harder on being stylish,” said Mike.

    “Work harder how,” said Stacy.

    “Be more fashionable.  When you walk into a room I want every head to turn.  Other women should envy the way you look and dress.  Men should envy me for having you.”

    “I’ll work on it.  I promise.  This is all new to me,” said Stacy realizing Mike viewed her in the way her mother had told her was completely wrong.  “Never allow a man to treat you as an ornament. He should respect you for your mind and character,” was advice her Mom had often repeated.

    “Come, I’ll introduce you,” said Mike taking Stacy’s hand to lead her to the living room where a card table had been set up.  A thick cloud of cigar smoke hung in the air.

     Stacy suppressed a shudder, as she recalled making love with Mike on the beige sofa.  Sex with Mike had been a pivotal, life-changing event.  Her earlier disastrous attempts had caused her to leave sex out of her busy life.  Achieving orgasm became a quiet ritual that involved pulling a vibrating dildo out of a drawer along with a bottle of lubricant and getting herself off.  But Mike had changed all that.

    She had sat on the sofa with Mike kneeling between her legs.  His tongue and fingers had created an erotic firestorm that swept over her.  She remembered twisting and pulling her nipples, bringing them to her mouth to suck.  Her Mike-induced orgasm had taught her just how good sex could be. The thought occurred to her one climax had changed everything.  

     “Everybody, listen up.  This is Stacy Todd,” said Mike taking Stacy’s hand raising it over her head and forcing her into an under arm turn to show off her figure.  Stacy felt exposed and vulnerable as the five men seated around the table eyed her.  Several muttered, “Hi, Stacy,” as they admired Stacy’s figure.  They had no reason to doubt that before the night was over, they would enjoy her body.

    Stacy’s sense of modesty was tested when she left the dorm dressed in a too tight and short black knit skirt, a matching scoop neck sweater which showed the tops of her breasts and a pair of ridiculous high heel scandals that made her feel she might at any moment pitch forward on her face.

     “I can’t walk in these,” said Stacy when Portia had insisted she try them on.

     “Yes, you can.  They look great on you.  High heels cause your bottom to angle upward thereby subconsciously sending a message you’re available.  Besides, you have a great ass, Miss Todd.  And if things go like I expect, you’ll be more horizontal than vertical anyway.”

     “I never realized you could find such nice things at a thrift store,” said Stacy.

     “There’s no point in spending a lot since you won’t be wearing it very long and they’ll probably rip it off you,” said Portia as she helped Stacy shop in a used clothing store near campus.

     “I look like a tramp,” said Stacy later looking at herself in the mirror in the clothes they had picked out.  She felt scandalized the lace tops of her stay up hose showed when she sat down

     “True, but a very beautiful tramp.  Look the part and act the part. Learn to walk the walk and talk the talk.  And when it comes time, hold nothing back.  Fuck their brains out.  That’s how you’re going to get through this,” said Portia taking Stacy by the hand and gently squeezing it to reassure her.

     “What do you thing they’ll do?  I don’t even know how to play poker,” asked Stacy later when she was getting dressed and Portia was helping her with her hair and make-up.

     “I don’t think you’re invited for your card playing skills.  Mother Portia is going to give you some advice.  So listen up,” said Portia turning Stacy to face her.

     “All right,” said Stacy putting her hands on Portia’s shoulders.

     “You know damn well what they’re going to do.  And there’s not a thing you can do about it.  Some day, some how, we’ll figure how to get you out of this mess which isn’t your fault by the way.  But until we do, I want you to commit to making Mike Cabreeze believe you’ve seen the light and will do anything you can to make him happy.  That includes being his mistress, whore, whatever.  If he wants his piss drunk, look thirsty.  Yesterday while you were in class, I watched Stacy Does Cambridge again.  Somewhere inside Stacy Todd, shy recent near virgin, is a highly sexual persona waiting to be released.  You’ve got the face and body to make men and women do what you want.  Learn to use them.”

     “Thanks Portia. I’ll do my best.  You’re my rock,” said Stacy pulling the smaller girl in for a hug ending in a passionate kiss.

      Recalling Portia’s advice brought Stacy back to the need to stay alert and pay attention to what was happening.  Stacy listened carefully as Mike introduced his friends.

      “This is my partner, Lieutenant Lewis Connors, the pride of Boston’s South End but currently a resident of the People’s Republic of Cambridge,” said Mike introducing Stacy to the men seated around the poker table.

    “Lou, call me Lou,” said the burly blonde headed cop who Stacy immediately took to be a typical Boston Irishman.  Lou had a paunch and looked out of condition for a policeman.

    “That’s Sergeant Zack Montrose, he’s with Cambridge homicide,” said Mike moving around the table.  Zack was a lean spare type dressed in black and totally bald.  There was something cruel about his face that made Stacy want to cringe but she looked directly at him, smiled, and said, “Hi, Zack.”

    “Those two muscle-bound bastards are Brad and Bobby Epps.  They’re with Boston PD’s totally fucked up Vice Squad.  And you’ve already met Mark Wilson,” said Mike referring to the younger man seated at his right.  It had been Mark along with his female counterpart, Faye, who had arrested Stacy a week ago.  Seeing Mark reminded Stacy how she had come to be under Mike Cabreeze’s control.

    “Hello Stacy,” said Mark waving and looking slightly embarrassed.

    Stacy smiled and said hello as she repeated each name.  From somewhere, she’d recalled that repeating the person’s name when you were introduced helped to remember the name.

    The Epps brothers bore a close family resemblance except Brad had a long white scar traveling the length of his jaw.  Bobby, the elder, appeared younger.  Both were big men who obviously spent hours in the gym lifting free weights.  Their short sleeve shirts exposed their bulging biceps and triceps.

    “And this hot Latina is Adriana,” said Lou.  His arm was wrapped around the waist of an olive skinned girl wearing a skintight red dress that clearly showed she wasn’t wearing a bra. The thin clinging material displayed the contour of her prominent nipples and areola.

  You can even see her Montgomery glands thought Stacy recognizing the circle of bumps around the rim of the areola.  That’s the tightest dress I’ve ever seen.  Still, she’s very pretty and innocent looking.  The dress isn’t her idea.  It’s Lou’s.

   Adriana’s long black hair hung in curls down to her shoulders.  The too tight dress announced Adriana had a very good figure.  Stacy considered her a classic Latin beauty with a perfect mix of Spanish and Indian features.  The girl had a forced smile on her face as she stood with her arm draped over Lou’s shoulder.  Stacy sensed Adriana was not happy to be there.

    “Hola, Adriana,” said Stacy greeting Adriana in Spanish then asking if there were going to be any other females present.

   “You two are it,” said Mike surprising Stacy by showing he understood enough Spanish to answer the question. “You ladies go in the kitchen and make us some drinks.  And bring in the food,” said Mike.

     Stacy managed to stay focused enough to remember the drink requests of each of the six when she reached the kitchen.

     Four beers, bourbon neat, and scotch rocks,” said Stacy to Adriana looking at the counter where someone had assembled a small bar.

    “I can’t do this,” said Adriana leaning against the counter and starting to cry.  “He made me wear this horrible dress.  I look like a prostitua.”

    “You look fine.  And for that matter I’m not exactly dressed for church,” said Stacy reaching into the refrigerator for the beer.

    “Do you know what they’re going to do with us tonight,” asked Adriana before all of a sudden throwing herself in Stacy’s arms?  Stacy held the much smaller girl trying to comfort her; conscious their thinly clothed bodies were pressed firmly together.

    “Not for certain, but I imagine we’re expected to have sex with them while they play cards,” said Stacy disengaging herself from Adriana to use the beer opener.

    “I am here with Lou,” said Adriana.  “He is the only one I will give myself to.”

    “Maybe in your case it’s true.  But Mike Cabreeze has already forced me to have sex with another policeman.  I don’t expect tonight to be any different.”

    “And you are willing to do that, become the whore? Spread your legs for anyone Mike Cabreeze say?” said Adriana dismissively as she pulled away from Stacy.

    “I don’t have a choice and neither do you if Lou expects you to have sex with his friends,” said Stacy filling a glass with ice then pouring it half full of Scotch before wiping a lemon peel around the edge of the glass.  She quickly half filled another glass with bourbon.

    “Lou caught my brother Rafael dealing.  He has to sell drugs.  It’s the only work he can find.  We spent all out money getting to America.  He knows my entire family is UA and he threatened to turn us into Immigration if I refused.”

    “I don’t understand. What is a UA?” asked Stacy tearing open a bag of potato chips and dumping them into a bowl.  She quickly emptied a bag of pretzels into another bowl.

    “We’re getting awful thirsty out here,” yelled Mike from the living room.

    “Coming, Mike,” yelled Stacy as she grabbed a stack of napkins and a bowl of pretzels and handed them to Adriana.  “Dry your eyes first.  Don’t let them see you’re upset.  We have to help each other get through this.”

    Stacy picked up the tray of drinks, fixed a smile on her face and headed to the living room with Adriana following carrying the snacks.  The air was even thicker with cigar smoke as Stacy correctly delivered each drink. When she handed the last of the drinks to Bobby Epps, his arm snaked around her waist holding her in place.  Lou pulled Adriana onto his lap and kissed her.  Hs hand rested on her bare thigh.

    “So, Michael, how does a Revere Wop get hold of a gorgeous girl like Stacy?” asked Bobby.

    “Not only is she gorgeous but Stacy’s got a lot going for her,” said Mike.  “Tell Bobby where you go to school.”

    “Harvard, I’m studying international relations and pre-law,” said Stacy forcing herself to relax against Bobby’s shoulder.

    “Most of the Harvard girls I see walking around campus are dogs,” said Lou.  “You’re as exception.”

    “Thank you,” said Stacy smiling at Lou.

    “Stacy is also on the US Olympic Women’s Skeet Shooting Team,” said Mike.

    “I hope to be.  Final tryouts are this summer,” said Stacy.

    “And in case any of you get fresh with her, I should warn you she is far better with a handgun than anyone here.  Her pistol scores at the Lexington Gun Club are totally awesome,” said Mike.

    Is there anything he doesn’t know about me wondered Stacy after Mike’s remark?  It was true.  Stacy’s performance on the club’s skeet range was superb but her skill with a nine millimeter semi-automatic was nothing short of phenomenal.

    “You should give me some pointers, Stacy.  I barely qualified the last two years on the range,” said Lou.

    “Love to, Lou,” said Stacy pressing her hip against Bobby as his arm slipped down to the top of her buttocks.

    “Your folks must have mega bucks.  Harvard tuition is off the charts,” said Brad. “Ellen and I will be looking at college in three more years for Suzanne and tuition costs are ridiculous.”

    “They can afford it.  Her parents are both doctors,” said Mike.  “They got a big mansion in Weston.”

    “What kind of doctors,” asked Zack?

    “My dad’s a heart surgeon and my mother is an allergist.  She has her own clinic.  It’s associated with Mass General.”

    “Christ, she’s too good for you, Mike.  Tell us Stacy how did you hook up with this sorry bastard?” asked Zack.

    “It was love and lust at first sight,” said Stacy looking Mike directly in the eye.  She felt pleased when Mike smiled at her.

    Maybe just maybe somehow I can get out of this thought Stacy.  Going to Harvard, having wealthy parents who are both doctors, and being a potential Olympian feeds his ego.  Portia is right.  I’m not just a whore to him.  I’m a trophy whore.  Now I need to use my body and my brains to survive and ultimately escape.  But somehow I don’t think it will be easy.

    “You girls hang out in the kitchen and get to know one another. We’ll call you when we need something,” said Mike dismissing them.

    “What do you mean by UA,” asked Stacy as soon as they reached the kitchen?  From the other room, Stacy could hear Mike telling the other card players how Stacy had sucked Roger Ebbers and him off outside her dorm room.

    “Undocumented Alien, my brother, Rafael, was a student at the University of Tegucigalpa in Honduras.  He was active in student politics.  He wanted the government to expropriate land from the patrons for the landless peasants.  When the paramilitaries told us we could either leave the country or be murdered, my father paid this coyote $25,000 to smuggle us into this country,” said Adriana starting to cry.  “But once we were over the border, the coyote and his men robbed us.  They took everything.  We had nothing when we arrived.”

    “That’s terrible,” said Stacy putting her arm around the girl to comfort her.

    “They raped me and my mother.  They made my father and brother watch.  I was a virgin.  There were four of them.  They all took me and Mama. Then they urinate on us and left us tied up.  Fortunately, I was able to get free,” said Adriana beginning to really sob.

    Stacy stepped back and put her hands on Adriana’s shoulders to face her.  “Listen to me.  Those are very serious and dangerous men in the other room.  As bad as the rape was, you’re going to have to put it aside for now,” said Stacy.  “Tonight you need to stay focused and keep them from hurting you and me.  These men don’t care about anything but their own desires.”

    “Why are you here,” asked Adriana?        

     “I was caught shop lifting. But I’m not a thief and I didn’t steal anything.  Someone slipped perfume in my shopping bag and they arrested me. Mike offered to let me go if I had sex with him.  After he screwed me right here in this apartment, he drugged me.”

    “Here,” asked Adriana looking around.

    “Yes, here.  While I was drugged, they made a video of me having sex with two men and another woman.  Mike threatened to send copies of the DVD to all my relatives and people who work with my parents. I have to do what Mike Cabreeze says,” said Stacy.

    “You had sex with another woman,” asked Adriana standing back looking thoroughly disgusted?

    “Yes, but I was drugged.  I can’t remember it,” said Stacy deciding to leave out her recent conscious and highly erotic experiences with Portia.

    “I would never have sex with another woman.  It is a horrible sin.  The sisters at the Convent of Saint Lucia said it was the worst mortal sin a woman could commit,” said Adriana as she crossed herself.

    “You were in a convent,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes and any novices who touch another between her legs were immediately sent away in disgrace.  It is an abomination to the Holy Mother to engage in such acts,” said Adriana crossing herself again.

    “You need to understand things are beyond our control.  They have power over us.  Men like to watch women having sex.  It arouses them.  It is likely they will make us perform together sexually,” said Stacy.

    “And you would perform such depraved, sinful acts?”

    “Yes, to escape a beating or worse.  They’re the police.  They can do what they want to us and expect to get away with it.  I’ve already had one beating.  That was enough.”

    “Then you are nothing but a whore, a puta.  I thought you were an educated woman,” said Adriana turning her back on Stacy.

    “Mike Cabreeze educated me with his fists and a pair of pliers.  They are likely to really hurt you if you don’t do what they want,” said Stacy as she poured herself a shot of tequila and quickly downed it.

    “I will make love with Lou only.  I promised my mother I would do that to save us from the immigration authorities.  But I will not allow anyone else to touch me,” said Adriana facing the wall and speaking in a quietly determined voice.

    “That’s not going to work, tonight,” said Stacy.

     Terrific, fucking terrific, more cock for me thought Stacy as she poured herself another shot of tequila.   Jesus Christ, she looks like a hot Latina.  Why can’t she fuck like one?

    Stacy got busy when she heard Mike call for another round.  Adriana didn’t move to help her.

    “On the way,” shouted Stacy when the tray of drinks was ready.

    Adriana didn’t respond but she did follow when Stacy left the kitchen.

    “That is one fine looking tush,” said Brad Epps placing his hand on Stacy’s rear as she leaned over to place his beer on the table.

    “Thanks Brad,” said Stacy pressing her bottom into his hand.

    “What do you say I drop out a few hands and we go into the bedroom?  Adriana can come too.  You like threesomes?” asked Brad running his hand over the thin material covering Stacy’s butt.

    “Twosomes, threesomes, any somes are fine with me,” said Stacy putting her arm around Brad’s thickly muscled neck.

    “Not me, no, only with Lou,” said Adriana from across the table.  She was standing by Lou looking defiant.

    “Whoa, sweetheart, these are my friends.  I expect you to be just as good to them as you are to me,” said Lou looking slightly embarrassed by her declaration.

    “You told my Momma you would take good care of me.  I am not a whore like Stacy,” said Adriana.

    “Somebody needs to be taught a lesson,” said Mike looking at Lou.

    “Adriana, let me tell you the way it is,” said Lou pulling the girl roughly into his lap.

    “You promised my mother you would be the only one,” said Adriana on the verge of tears.

    “And as far as your Momma knows that’s true.  But I expect you to do what I say.  And tonight, I’m saying if anyone at this table wants to take you in the bedroom, including Stacy, you go,” said Lou as he unzipped the back of her dress.

   “No, only with you, that was our agreement,” said Adriana her eyes showing fear as Lou yanked the dress off her shoulders.  Her hands immediately covered her bare breasts.

    “Put your hands down.  Show everyone what pretty knockers you have,” said Lou his voice turning cold.

    “No,” said Adriana defiantly tightening her hands over her breasts.

    “You can either do as I say or I’ll make you regret it,” said Lou.

    “Never, I don’t care what you do to me,” yelled Adriana in a surprisingly determined voice.

    “Some people are just incapable of learning, especially stupid cunts who sneak into this country illegally and think they can get away with it,” said Lou quickly standing up, throwing Adriana to the floor.

    Oh shit she’s made him angry thought Stacy as she began massaging the back of Brad’s neck and shoulders.

    “I’ll get the training kit,” said Mike getting up and walking to the hall closet.  Lou pulled Adriana to her feet and slapped her hard.  In one swift motion, he ripped her dress off leaving her clad in only a thong panty.  He grabbed the narrow waistband and pulled it downward exposing Adriana’s mat of curly pubic hairs.  Stripped, she stood terrified and sobbing one hand covering her sex while her arm hid her breasts.  Zack grabbed Adriana’s arms pinning them behind her.

    Stacy, sensing the card players were aroused by what was about to happen to Adriana, and not wanting to join her, slipped onto Brad’s lap allowing her skirt to ride up over the tops of her hose.  She pressed her breasts against him as her hand massaged his thick muscles.

    Stacy leaned close and whispered to Brad.  “God you feel so strong.  Men with muscles turn me on.”

Chapter 12 Training Adriana

 

    “Do you shave your cunt?” asked Brad pulling Stacy onto his lap.  He was looking with some distaste at Adriana’s unshaven vulva.  It was a thick black triangle of curly black hair.  The naked girl was squirming in pain as Zack placed his hand in the center of her back while bending her arms up toward her shoulder blades till they were vertical.

    It was a posture Stacy performed in her yoga class but not to the point that her shoulder sockets appeared on the verge of being dislocated.  The smile on Zack’s face and the bulge in his pants convinced Stacy that Adriana’s pain brought Zack’s pleasure.

    “Yes, check it out,” said Stacy shifting position to spread her legs wider.

    Brad’s hand traveled the short distance up Stacy’s skirt not stopping when it reached the top of her hose.  His fingers passed along the smooth skin of her inner thigh creating a spark in her nearby sex.  His fingers quickly reached the narrow band of material nestled between her outer labia.  He pressed the material into her labia causing her to moan.

    “Smooth, very smooth,” said Brad as he traced his thumb and forefinger along the soft folds of flesh.  He continued to gently stroke her vulva as they watched the others struggle with Adriana.

    Stacy’s breath quickened as Brad’s rough fingers inflamed her sensitive flesh.  “I shaved before I left.  Your fingers are getting me horny.  Keep that up and I’ll be begging you to fuck me,” said Stacy not mentioning she had sat on the commode top while Portia wielded the razor on her sex.

     “Good, pussy hair is so third world,” said Brad sliding his finger under the material covering Stacy’s vagina.  His fingers began a slow movement across the highly sensitive surface causing Stacy to moan involuntarily while pressing her sex against his fingers.

    “You like having your pussy played with?” asked Brad his fingers encountering the presence of Stacy’s glandular secretions as he gently moving along the divide between her labia, teasing the sensitive entrance to her vagina.  

    “What girl doesn’t?  You’re getting me so hot you’ll have to finger fuck me,” said Stacy before leaning down to kiss Brad exploring his mouth with her tongue.

    Adriana is acting a fool thought Stacy as Brad’s fingers slowly stroked her sex while they kissed.   Her stupidity is going to make it harder on her and possibly me too.  I hope they don’t hurt her too badly.  Strange how it’s getting everyone turned on even me.

     “Let’s watch.  Girl pain turns me on,” said Brad halting the kisses but not moving his hand from Stacy’s increasingly wet sex.

     “Me too, as long as it’s not mine,” said Stacy shifting her position to spread her legs wider.  Brad’s blunt masculine fingers explored her opening.  She moaned as his fingers slipped under the narrow band of material and glided inside her.  Involuntarily, the muscles of her vagina contracted, squeezing and drawing in Brad’s fingers like a hungry mouth.

     “Gag her, we don’t want neighbors calling the police,” said Mike laughing as he returned with a large athletic bag stenciled with the insignia of Cambridge PD.  He tossed a complicated leather and rubber gag to Lou.  The dangling black rubber bulb look like it belonged on a blood pressure instrument.

     Zack was holding the crying naked girl upright.  Adriana was pleading to be let go.  Her arms were bent behind her back and you could see the strain in her shoulders.  Zack’s other hand was embedded in her dark curls forcing her head back.  Lou placed the oval shaped rubber bulb between her lips.

    “Open your mouth or I’ll break your arm,” said Zack pulling Adriana’s arms toward the ceiling causing her to cry out in a torrent of rapid Spanish.

    Lou forced the rubber pillow between her teeth to the back of her mouth.  He buckled the leather strap at the back of her head.   He tightened it to the point the leather strap cut deep into the corners of her mouth distorting her face.  Stacy felt something inside her react to the look of terror in Adriana’s eyes.

     “This is what you get, bitch, for not doing what I say,” said Lou grabbing her nipple in his fingers and twisting it sharply.  Simultaneously, he rapidly squeezed the bulb inflating the gag.  Her breath made a rasping sound as she was forced to inhale and exhale through her nose.  Lou did not stop pumping until Adriana’s jaw appeared on the verge of dislocation.

    The next day, Portia, showed Stacy an identical gag for sale on a WEB site that sold BDSM paraphernalia.   It was called a Locking Penis Pump Gag and sold for fifty-six dollars.  An intrigued Stacy, fascinated by the world of sado-masochism and eager to explore, ordered one with her Visa card.

    Portia had stated her willingness to be Stacy’s submissive.  “I’m into S&M.  My sister was my domina from the time I was thirteen.  I’ll be your pain slut.  And you can work on Monk and Les when you’re ready to dominate boys.”

    The gag reduced Adriana’s loud protests to muffled grunts.  Holding both Adriana’s hand in one of his, Zack removed his handcuffs from his belt then snapped them across Adriana’s wrists.  A stifled cry of agony escaped her lips as the hard narrow band of steel impacted her tender wrist bone sending arcs of pain shooting through her arm.  Zack adjusted the handcuffs to where Adriana’s wrists were cuffed tightly together at the base of her spine.

    As Brad’s fingers moved easily into Stacy’s sex, her confidence in Portia’s judgment grew.  Portia had insisted Stacy wear a style of panty that she had never worn before.

    “Girls wear these to clubs because they don’t have to take them off to fuck,” said Portia showing Stacy how easy it was to slide the material to one side exposing her vagina.  “There’s no elastic leg band to impede progress.  When you’re ready to fuck, you or the guy pull the crotch to one side then grab his cock and slide it in your hole.  After he drops his load you slide it back in place.”

    “What a wonderful idea,” said Stacy moving the crotch to the left and right before wrapping Portia in her arms and falling onto the bed.

     “Look, bro, Stacy’s all excited,” whispered Brad to his brother.  He withdrew his fingers from Stacy’s vagina to show his brother the sheen of lubricant.  Their obvious wetness encouraged Bobby to scoot his chair closer.

    “I hope you don’t mind.  Our parents taught us to share,” said Brad.

    “I bet you were good little boys and always minded,” said Stacy shifting her position so one buttock rested on the thigh of each brother.  The position allowed Stacy to wrap her hand around both pants covered cocks and give them a gentle squeeze.  The fact they were fully erect didn’t surprise Stacy.  Adriana’s punishment was generating a sexual tension that had all six males erect.

    “I’ve been admiring these,” said Bobby reaching into the top of Stacy’s sweater down into her brassiere to touch her bare breast. His fingers captured her nipple causing her to moan slightly as a wave of pleasure passed through her chest.

    “I’ve never done it with two brothers before,” said Stacy pressing her boob into Bobby’s hand.

    “You won’t be able to say that tomorrow,” said Brad whose fingers had returned to Stacy’s vagina.

    I’m wet and ready thought Stacy kissing Bobby like she kissed Brad.  Watching them with Adriana has excited my sex.  I know that’s wrong but I can’t help it.  Having Brad’s fingers play with my vagina while his brother manipulates my nipples is overloading my senses.  I’m definitely aroused in spite of the situation.  If Mike didn’t want me doing his with Brad and Bobby he would have said something by now.  I should be revolted or horrified at what they’re doing to poor Adriana but there’s nothing I can do.  I tried to tell her but she didn’t listen.  Now, I’m looking out for Number One.

   Stacy had noticed one of the room’s furnishings was a corner swing chair hung from a large ceiling hook.  Lou easily lifted the heavy chair as Mike reached up to disconnect the S-hook.  As Lou sat the chair to one side, Zack attached a length of rope to Adriana’s cuffs, passed it over the ceiling hook and pulled forcing Adriana’s hands and arms to rise as it bent her forward.  They faced Adriana into the corner as they raised her arms to the point her shoulders were on the verge of dislocation and she was left standing on the balls of her feet.  Her position looked anything but comfortable to Stacy.

    Once Adriana was bent completely over with her arms extended painfully toward the ceiling, Mike took a telescoping rod containing a leather cuff at each end from the equipment bag and handed it to Lou.  Lou buckled each cuff around Adriana’s ankles then pushed her legs wide apart.  Stacy saw the bar’s length was adjustable and there was a tightening screw to keep the bar at the desired length.

    Lou forced his thumb in Adriana’s asshole and his fingers in her vagina.  Using a bowling ball grip, he lifted her off the floor as he whispered in her ear.  “You’re going to regret going against me.  This ever happen again, I’ll cut your tits off.”

    “What’s that called,” asked Stacy betraying a curiosity that surprised her.  What they were doing to Adriana was having an unexpected effect on her libido.

    “Spreader bar, you can buy one at any adult store or on the Internet,” answered Brad.  “If a girl can’t close her legs, you can have as much fun as you want with her pussy.  Want me to ask Mike if there’s a spreader bar in his bag you can try?”

    “There’s no need for a spreader bar with me.  I’ll open my legs as wide as you want,” said Stacy pushing her sex against Brad’s fingers emphasizing her willingness.

    The following day with Portia’s assistance, Stacy added two Adjustable Wrist/Ankle Spreader bar at a cost of eighty-eight dollars each to her inflatable gag purchase.

    Stacy felt a twinge in her breast when Mike removed two pair of vise grip pliers.  He grabbed Adriana’s areola pulling it downward before he captured several inches of the sensitive flesh in the grooved jaws of the locking pliers.  Adriana’s ensuing violent contortions and grunts reminded Stacy of the torment she felt when Mike crushed her nipple.

    Unbothered by Adriana’s misery, Mike quickly attached a second set of locking pliers to the other breast.  When Mike let go, the weight of the pliers pulled her breasts toward the floor.  Adriana shook violently attempting to dislodge the pliers but the motion only added to her misery.  Adriana’s muffled expressions of agony and violent movements signified her intense distress.

    The unspoken and well coordinated manner Mike, Zack, and Lou restrained Adriana convinced Stacy, Adriana was not the first female who had suffered at their hands. The swing chair obviously served a dual purpose and the athletic bag of S&M equipment steeled Stacy’s resolve to please Mike and the others.  If I don’t do what they say, I’ll wind up like Adriana realized Stacy.  Mike Cabreeze wouldn’t hesitate a minute to put me in her place.

    “This is Adriana’s first time with the Posse,” said Bobby by way of an explanation.  “She needs to learn what’s expected of her.”

    “Posse?” questioned Stacy.

    “Just a nick name we call the six of us,” said Bobby.  “There used to be five but Mike wanted Mark to join.  He’s proven to be a very versatile guy.  He swings both ways.”

    “Is he the only bisexual member of the posse?” asked Stacy as she squeezed her vagina around Brad’s fingers.

    “No one here’s gay but we like to say guys who screw only girls are wusses.  It takes a real man to fuck a man,” said Bobby.  His admission surprised Stacy.

    “Bobby’s got some weight lifter buds who get each other off in the steam room,” said Brad.

    “Nothing wrong with the occasional hand job,” said Bobby defensively.  “I’ve seen you down on your sucking cock like there’s no tomorrow.”

    “Ever do it in a steam room?” asked Brad increasing the pace and depth he was finger fucking Stacy’s pussy.

    “No, but I’d love to try,” said Stay wondering what it would be like to have sex in a steam room.  In the past, she’d ignored the suggestive looks of other females in her health club’s steam room; however, the next time the cute redhead smiled at her, Stacy decided to spread her legs in invitation.

    Stacy wanted to ask whether entrapping innocent females was also part of Mark’s versatility but wisely avoided saying anything other than, “Adriana’s got a great body.  It’s too bad she’s making a nuisance of herself.  I’d love to do her.”

    “You’ll get your chance,” said Bobby.  “Those three could convince Mother Theresa to suck the Pope’s dick.”

    “Adriana will learn.  The Posse doesn’t take shit from anyone, especially a woman” said Brad.  “We had to whip some sense into the last cunt Lou brought.  She was a tough Russian bitch.   They had to peel the hide off her butt before she wised up.  Lou’s got a thing for foreign pussy.”

    “Actually, she was from Belarus,” corrected Bobby.

    Brad’s reply was drowned out by the sound of a large leather paddle landing with a splat on Adriana’s bottom.  In spite of her restraints, the Latina performed a dance of pain.

   “She’s going to get a well deserved case of cranberry ass,” said Bobby lifting one of Stacy’s breasts out of the demi-bra and kissing the nipple.  He started to suck it slowly as he reached between his legs to stroke his crotch.

    “Mom breast fed me but Bobby sucked on a rubber tit,” said Brad lifting out Stacy’s other breast and taking it in his mouth.

    “You guys mind if I cum,” asked Stacy pulling her sweater over her head then reaching back to unhook her bra?

    “No, you go right ahead, Stacy,” said Brad pushing a second finger into Stacy’s opening moving it back and forth.  “Bobby and I will get you off.”

   Stacy closed her eyes allowing her ears to become her primary erotic sense.  Both brothers were pushing their fingers into her vagina and stroking her clit.  Their fingers slid easily over her warm well-lubricated flesh.  Both breasts were under oral attack.  They were gently biting and licking her breasts when they weren’t kissing her mouth.

    Stacy aural sense focused on Adriana’s whimpers and grunts as Mike and Lou took turns slamming a leather covered paddle to her rear.  The paddle had three concentric circles of brass studs.  Each blow was followed by what would have been loud screams except for the pump gag.

    Brad and Bobby fingered her sex pushing deep inside her very wet and warm vagina as they sucked hard on her nipples.   Occasionally a finger found its way to her anus exciting that erogenous zone.  The rough pads of their digits, callused from the free weight room at Gold’s, excited her G-spot causing her glands to kick into high gear as her respiration and pulse accelerated toward orgasm.

    “Oh fuck, yes, suck my tits hard,” breathed Stacy as she experienced her first orgasm. She closed her thighs around their hands squeezing their fingers with the muscles lining her vaginal walls.  Contractions of her pelvic floor were undeniable proof Stacy was experiencing an orgasm.  They exchanged a surprised glance as Stacy’s arms clinched their necks pressing their sucking mouths against her breasts.  

    “We’re going to have a good time with you tonight,” said Bobby looking impressed once Stacy was no longer in the throes of her climax.

    “That Cabreeze, somehow he always finds a hot one,” added Brad with a touch of envy in his voice.

    Stacy satiated for the moment watched as Mike handed Lou a flexible cane.

    “Stupid cunt won’t be able to sit down for a week,” said Brad as Lou delivered a vicious blow to Adriana’s bottom. The cane made a whirring sound as it cut through the air.  While the cane’s sound was quieter that the leather paddle, the torment it created was no less.  In spite of the gag, Adriana managed a small scream.  Seconds latter, Mike landed a similar blow with a different type of cane.  The two large men took turns caning the much smaller girl’s rear.  The leather paddle had brought a crimson blush to Adriana’s buttocks.  The canes produced darker raised stripes.

    “You’re turned on by S&M, aren’t you Stacy?” asked Brad after a few minutes of watching Mike and Lou cane Adriana’s rear.

    “Fuck yes, it turns me on.  I’m going to come again,” said Stacy acknowledging the brother’s fingers had her on the verge of another orgasm.

     She watched intently as Adriana was beaten. It was the first time she had ever seen that type of violence inflicted on another person. Her visual sense worked in slow motion as she observed the impact of the canes indenting the soft flesh creating a wave of rippling motion as the body absorbed the force of the blow.  Stacy took pleasure from seeing Adriana’s small feet rock from the ball of the foot to the toe in reaction to each blow.  The spreader bar combined with her bent over position had the effect of making her sex visible from the rear.  Mike and Lou occasionally stopped to push their fingers into her opening.

   Stacy’s senses focused on every aspect of Adriana’s ordeal.  The way her body trembled and shook as she attempted to deal with the pain.  How the weight of the pliers stretched her breasts toward the carpet.  Each blow caused the pliers to shake violently.  Stacy’s pleasure grew from watching the sudden arching of Adriana’s spine that followed each strike of the cane.

    Adriana’s muffled cries caused Stacy to enter a constant state of orgasm.  Her core muscles rippled and contracted as her pleasure center assumed control of her being.

    “I can’t stop cumming,” whispered Stacy to the brothers as repeated waves of pleasure swept through her body.   It was unprecedented and in Stacy’s view unnatural and perverted but she couldn’t stop herself

    “Hey, Mike, give Stacy a turn to cane her ass,” said Bobby removing his fingers from Stacy’s pulsating vagina.

    “Otherwise she may come herself to death,” said Brad laughing as he pushed Stacy to her feet.

    “Really,” said Mike with a surprised look on his face.  He had been too busy with Adriana to notice the Epps brothers had undressed Stacy.  Her panty was pushed to one side exposing her glistening sex. Thanks to the Epps brothers, her nipples were erect and coated with saliva.  But it was the look of intense passion on her face that surprised Mike.  He’d assumed Adriana’s punishment would terrify Stacy, not sexually excite her.

    “Sure, Adriana won’t mind,” said Lou laughing as he rubbed his hand in the crack of Adriana’s bottom inserting his thumb in her rectum and several fingers in her vagina.  Lou’s arm muscle tightened as he lifted her off the ground by her sex.  Her legs kicked wildly limited by the spreader bar.

    “Come here, Stacy, and show us what you can do,” said Mike handing his cane to Stacy.

    “Go ahead, make the chica scream,” said Brad unzipping Stacy’s skirt allowing it to fall to the floor. Her apparel consisted of a pair of white lace panty whose crotch was pushed to one side, her stay up hose, and strappy heels.

    Driven by urges new to her that she did not comprehend, Stacy walked around the room conscious every pair of eyes was focused on her nakedness.  Before taking the cane from Mike, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him hard against her nakedness. Stacy ground her sex against his hard crotch as she probed his mouth with her tongue.

    “Show Lou some loving,” said Mike puzzled at her behavior.

    Stacy turned to embrace Lou.  Her tongue slipped past his lips as her hand unzipped his trousers, slipped inside and wrapped around his cock.  She continued to kiss and masturbate Lou until Mike parted them

    “You can fuck Lou later.  Let’s see what you can do with Adriana,” said Mike.

    “Oh shit, her butt’s on fire,” said Stacy running her hand over Adriana’s buttocks. The entire surface felt warm but the raised stripes left by the cane felt hot.  Stacy’s hand moved into Adriana’s cleft reaching underneath to stroke her clitoris.

   “Damn straight it is.  Have fun,” said Lou.

    “I’d rather use this,” said Stacy setting the cane aside to puck up the long handed leather paddle.  She wrapped her hands around the end the handle.  She’d played softball in high school and watched the Red Sox enough that she decided on a batter’s stance.  First she made sure, she had the proper alignment to land the leather covered oval dead center on Adriana’s buttocks.

    “Swing for the fence, Stacy,” said Mark who had exposed his sizeable cock.

    Satisfied she transferred her weight to her back foot as she went into a back swing.  As she brought the paddle forward, she shifted her weight to her front foot while adding her shoulders and upper body to the force of her swing.  The force of the blow and Adriana’s violent reaction shocked the onlookers.

    “Christ Almighty,” said Zack.

    “Damn,” said Lou.

    “Nice one,” said Mike.  “Now give her ten more just like that one.”

    Minutes later, Stacy, breathing hard, stopped after the tenth blow.     My God I didn’t want to stop realized Stacy as she again slipped her hand in Adriana’s butt crack her hand moving easily over the moist skin. The poor girl is dripping sweat and whimpering in pain and I find it incredibly exciting.  This is wrong of me.  Only sick people enjoy other’s pain.  I need to try to help her for my own sake.

   Stacy’s finger moved along the slit until it reached Adriana’s opening.  Her finger circled the opening stimulating the nerves.  She slipped two fingers inside the girl’s pussy working them slowly inward probing and twisting as they moved deeper.  The pads of her fingers located the rough texture of the G-spot.  She gently raked her nails across the spot.  Next she turned and faced the onlookers as she removed her fingers.  She smiled as she lifted the moist digits to her mouth and licked them.

    “She tastes like she’s had a change of heart.  Let’s see if Adriana’s learned her lesson,” said Stacy as she finished licking Adriana’s fluids off her fingertips.

    Stacy used Adriana’s hair as a handle to lift her head.  “Do you want to suck my pussy,” asked Stacy placing her ear next to the gagged mouth?

    “Pussy, please, pussy,” was Adriana’s nearly inaudible reply.

    “She’s begging to eat my cunt.  Have a souvenir, Mark,” said Stacy as she removed her soaking wet panty and tossed it on the poker table in front of him. Mark snatched the garment off the table, buried his nose in the crotch for a brief second then wrapped it around his cock and masturbated.

    “Take the gag out and let her munch your rug,” said Mike.  “But she better show she’s had a change of heart or we’re going to peel the skin off her tits.”

Chapter 13 Change of Attitude

 

   “Lick my pussy, Adriana.  Show me what you didn’t learn as a novice,” said Stacy quietly speaking in Spanish.   Seeking to impress the Posse, she braced her back against the corner of the room and placed her hands on the side of Adriana’s head.  With her legs spread and slightly crouched to elevate her pelvic region, Stacy moved Adriana’s head from side to side smearing the girl’s face in her wet vulva.

    “That’s right.  Face fuck the spic,” shouted Bobby encouraging Stacy to continue pleasuring herself with the girl’s features.

    “That’s a good slut,” said Stacy as Adriana stuck out her tongue to lick her sex.  Adriana’s face reflected the pain she still felt and her fear of suffering even greater torment.  Stacy’s face reflected the guilty pleasure of forcing the girl to provide oral sex.

    An hour before, the thought of raping another female or anyone for that matter had never occurred to Stacy.  God what’s happening to me wondered Stacy experiencing a degree of animal lust that was unprecedented.    

    “Now suck my clit like it was Lou’s dick,” said Stacy realizing she was committing her first act of girl rape.  The popular saying about whatever goes around comes around, flashed through her mind.  A thoroughly cowed Adriana placed her lips over Stacy’s clitoris sucking and licking the nodule of concentrated nerve endings.

     I can’t stand any more pain decided Adriana ignoring the moral implications of performing oral sex on another female.  Stacy was right.  I am not a saint.  I cannot endure further torture.  I will do anything they ask.

    A half hour of unrestrained brutality led to a sea change in Adriana’s attitude.  They had whipped years of convent training out of her body and mind.  She grunted as she energetically swished her tongue back and forth across Stacy’s sex.  She was anxious to show everyone she intended to do as they wished no matter how sinful and depraved.

   The still fiery pain in her bottom reminded her how much it had hurt when they whipped her.  Her jaw ached and her nipples showed the deep imprint of the pliers.  The last ten blows by Stacy had been a thousand times more painful than when the leader of the coyotes had raped her.  She had considered the loss of her virginity while her father and Rafael watched as the ultimate in humiliation but it was turning out to far less brutal than what she was experiencing at the hands of the posse.

        Moments before, with Mike’s permission, Stacy had pressed the air release, allowing the pump gag to deflate.  Stacy removed the saliva coated gag from Adriana’s mouth placing it in a towel Mike provided.  Next she released the catch on the vise grip pliers allowing them to fall to the floor.  Adriana stifled a scream of agony as blood re-entered previously crushed capillaries.  Her feet danced on the carpet as the pain grew to its peak then subsided.

     “No, leave her tied for now,” said Mike when Stacy reached to untie the rope lifting Adriana’s arms toward the ceiling.  “She can eat pussy in that position.

     Adriana was still bent at the waist. Her hands cuffed behind her back.  Her wrists rose toward the ceiling hook.  The spreader bar remained in place exposing her sex.

   “Gracias,” murmured Adriana once the pain had subsided enough for her to speak.

   “De nada, now lick me like a puta who works in the worse brothels of Tegucigalpa,” said Stacy raising Adriana’s face to her sex.  “Show them you’re cooperating.  Don’t give me a reason to whip you again.  Your ass can’t stand it.”

   “Good, I think she’s learned her lesson,” said Mike watching Adriana’s tongue aggressively work Stacy’s vagina.

    “Love the sound of a girl eating twat,” said Bobby unzipping his trousers to remove his semi-erect cock.  “It’s great to close your eyes and wack off to.”

    “She needs to be fucked,” said Stacy reaching over Adriana’s back to separate her buttocks.

    “Mark, fuck her while she eats Stacy,” said Mike.

    Mark quickly stood up.  His pants were unzipped and he was holding his cock.  His almost fully erect penis indicated he had been masturbating as he watched Adriana pleasure Stacy.  In seconds he had stripped down to his socks and took a position behind Adriana rubbing his hands over her badly discolored bottom.

    “Smallest guy has the biggest cock,” said Lou as Mark rested his manhood in the crack of her ass.  It looked huge and to Stacy extremely desirable.  

    “It’s beautiful,” said Stacy taking Mark’s penis in her hand and stroking it.   Stacy’s complement was sincerely meant.  Mark had the most flawless penis she has ever touched.  It was smooth, evenly-colored and had a large pink head.  There was none of the rough surface and protruding veins Stacy associated with the normal male penis.

    “Big, low hangers, too,” said Mark lifting his cock to expose his oversized scrotum suspended several inches from his groin.

    “Queers love low hangers,” said Zack surprising Stacy by lifting then releasing Mark’s testicles.  Were some members of the Posse bi-sexual?

    Stacy made a mental note to ask Portia about the term low hangers. She also noted that Mark’s pubic region was completely shaved.  From somewhere, she recalled that was associated with homosexuality.  

   Stacy leaned down and whispered to Adriana, “He’s going to fuck you while you eat me.  Mark’s got a large cock.  You’re going to feel it big time. Beg him to put his dick in your pussy.”

    “Please, Senor Mark, fuck me,” said Adriana wigging her rear.

    “Her cunt’s dry,” said Mark after inserting two fingers in the small opening of Adriana’s vagina.  She whimpered in response to the way he forced his digits inside her.

   Stacy pushed Adriana’s head down forcing it between her knees and holding it there.  She leaned over the girl’s back, placed one hand on each buttock and separated them.  Stacy extended her fingers pulling Adriana’s labia apart slightly opening her vaginal entrance.

   “Spit in her, Mark,” said Stacy.

   “Hey, we’re not savages, here,” said Zack leaning forward to squirt a clear stream of lubricant inside Adriana’s vagina.  “No reason to ruin a good pussy we all plan to use before the night’s over.”  

   Stacy released a whimpering Adriana’s head. “You can do this.   You’ve been fucked before.  Just blank everything out of your mind and concentrate on how it feels to have a cock in you while your tongue is licking my pussy.  Be a survivor tonight, Adriana. Don’t give us cause to hurt you.”

    “Here, use this to lube him up,” said Zack tossing Stacy the plastic bottle of Easy Glide.  Stacy filled her palm with the viscous liquid then slowly massaged it on Mark’s hardening cock working it from the base of his balls to the tip of his cockhead with both hands.

    “You must have given a lot of hand jobs in high school,” said Mark enjoying her touch.

    “Just my share,” said Stacy recalling the two boys whose penises she had stroked. She was surprised at how warm Mark’s felt in her hand.   He was fully erect and she could sense the energy.

    “This is going to be tight,” said Mark preparing to mount Adriana.

    Bowing to the inevitable Adriana signaled her acquiescence.  She straightened her small body and pushed her bottom back toward Mark surrendering her body to his assault.

    “The little Mexican whore wants some dick,” said Brad who, like his brother, was slowly jerking his cock.  To Brad, all Latinos were from Mexico.

    Mark crouched slightly to compensate for the disparity in height. He carefully line up his penis up with her entrance sliding the large head between her labia. Anxious to appear helpful, Stacy fell to her knees and reached underneath Adriana to take hold of Mark.

    “You have a beautiful cock.  I wish you were fucking me,” said Stacy placing the cockhead at the entrance.

    “Nine inches long, five in circumference with a classic flared mushroom head,” said Mark convincing Stacy she still had things to learn about male anatomy.  “And don’t worry; you’ll get your chance.”

    “Quit bragging, Mark, and make her squeal,” said Mike impatiently.          

    Sensing his penis was wedged just inside her vagina and responding to Mike’s command, Mike took a firm grip on Adriana’s hips.  Using them for leverage, he thrust forward.  Underneath, Stacy watched in awe as his thick manhood impaled the much smaller female in an instant.  His testicles swung forward landing with a splat against Adriana’s clit.

   A torrent of street Spanish poured from Adriana’s mouth as Mark’s cockhead plowed its way to her cervix burrowing into the soft flesh of her womb.

    “What’s she say, Stacy,” asked Lou?

    “She spoke so fast I couldn’t get it all but I think she loved it,” said Stacy rising up so Adriana could continue to administer to her orally.  Once again she pressed the girl’s face into her labia smearing it with her lubricant.  “Lick me, Adriana while Mark fucks your cunt.”

   “Get her butt ready, Mark.  I want her to know the Posse expects her to take it up the ass,” said Mike.

    Mark’s hands spread Adriana’s buttocks exposing her dark brown anus.  There was a circle of curly black hair surrounding her sphincter.

    “Hairy little bitch,” said Mark as his thumbs pressed into the wrinkled tissue spreading it open.  He leaned forward to spit into her asshole.  He casually smeared the saliva around pressing it into the opening.

   Adriana whimpered as Mark’s thumbs pulled her sphincter open then slipped inside.  But after a slight pause, she resumed eating Stacy’s pussy.

   “Lube her ass for me, Stacy,” said Mark handing her the Easy Glide then once again using his thumbs to stretch the girl’s anus open.

   Stacy placed the nozzle inside the dark hole and squeezed hard.  Recalling how Portia had emphasized lubrication before anal sex, she squeezed again.  

   “Loosen her up while we fuck her,” said Stacy.

   Mark placed two fingers in Adriana’s ass and began to slowly work his way around her anal ring stretching her open.  Stacy resumed her corner position once again windshield wiping the girl’s face across her vulva.  Each time Mark slammed his cock into Adriana, he forced her face hard against Stacy’s sex.  Stacy leaned against the wall taking her pleasure from how they were using the girl.    

   “Stacy, does she eat pussy as well as Portia,” asked Mike as he shuffled the cards.

   “Nowhere near but Portia has more experience,” said Stacy before leaning forward to kiss Mark.  An oily hand grabbed and pulled Stacy’s nipple as they kissed.

   “Stacy and her roommate, Portia, have been dildo fucking all week to get her ready for our big dicks,” said Mike recalling the live video feed he captured on his wireless connection.

   God, how does he know so much about what Portia and I have been doing wondered Stacy as her body experienced the dual pleasure of kissing Mark while Adriana licked her sex?  He’s spying on us electronically.  Well, fuck, he’s a policeman. H’s planted a microphone or camera in our dorm room.  Or he’s wire-tapping our phones, probably all three.  When I get back to the dorm, Portia and I will take a long walk along the Charles River and talk.

   “Mount her butt, Mark.  She wants your cock in her ass.  Tell Mark to fuck your asshole, Adriana,” said Stacy after breaking the kiss.

   “Fuck me in my ass, Mark.  Fuck me hard,” said Adriana recalling that the coyotes had anally raped both her mother and her.  It was her mother’s first anal experience and she had suffered greatly when the leader had parted her ample buttocks, spit on her anus and forced his cock into her rectum.

    Adriana recalled it had hurt terribly at first but the pain slowly left.  She hadn’t suffered any permanent damage.  But Mark’s manhood was much larger than any of the coyotes.  However, her determination to avoid further punishment caused her to accept her fate and even express enthusiasm for what was to come.

   “Okay, you got it, bitch,” said Mark placing his cock in the center of Adriana’s sphincter.  Stacy’s fingers helped pry open Adriana revealing a small dark hole.  Mark’s cock slipped inside the hole causing the band of muscle circling the hole to turn white as it stretched to accommodate such a large object.

   Once again, Mark proved merciless in entering her.  One swift plunge brought a muffled scream from Adriana.  Stacy wary of angering the Posse pushed Adriana’s mouth hard against her crotch to suppress the noise.  For the first time, Stacy experienced someone screaming into her vagina.

   “How is it, Mark” asked Bobby?

   “Good, she’s damn tight but I’m loosening her up,” said Mark as he rapidly thrust his cock nine inches into her rectum.  Adriana grunted loudly each time his ball sack smacked against her pussy.

     The next few minutes were spent in a vigorous double fucking of Adriana.  Desperate to avoid further pain, Adriana licked Stacy while she rhythmically pushed back to meet Mark’s cock each time he thrust forward.  Mark kept two fingers in Adriana’s rectum as he fucked her pussy. He switched frequently between her orifices. Periodically, he reached out with his other hand to fondle Stacy’s breasts.

  Fortunately for Adriana, Mark quickly climaxed.

  “Uncuff her,” said Zack tossing Mark the keys.  “She’s learned her lesson.”

  “Get us some more drinks, Stacy.  There’s a tray of Buffalo wings in the fridge. Put them in the oven at three fifty,” said Mike once they had released Adriana who immediately crumpled to the floor.  Stacy helped the smaller girl reach the couch.

    Stacy hurried to the kitchen where she started the oven and made drinks.  When she returned to the living room, Adriana was laying on the couch playing with her pussy while the men had resumed playing cards.

    “You just keep playing with yourself,” said Lou.  “And in a little while if you’re a good girl, I’m going to come over there and fuck you.”

    I assumed we would go in the bedroom to have sex thought Stacy as she delivered the drinks.  These guys aren’t shy when it comes to sexual intercourse.  It must be a turn on for them to watch us being fucked.   They certainly watched Mark and me with Adriana.  They even took their cocks out and played with themselves.  There’s so much about the Posse I don’t understand.

   It’s also surprising how I quickly I’ve gotten used to being naked around the Posse.  I’m glad Portia made me wear these heels.  They do make me look sexier.   A girl could get used to being looked at as an object of desire.  My mother would absolutely disown me if she heard me say that.

    Stacy arched her back and squared her shoulders to thrust out her breasts as she walked toward the table with a tray of drinks.    Anxious to maintain a light friendly mood she smiled and joked as hands touched her body when she placed drinks on the table.  Stacy hurried over to check on Adriana when she wasn’t busy.

    “Here, drink this,” said Stacy offering Adriana a glass of ice water.

    “Gracias,” said Adriana looking up for the first time and taking the glass.  She drank almost half the glass in her first gulp.  One hand continued to work her clit as she drank.

    “De nada,” said Stacy her reply causing Adriana to smile.

    “Would you like something stronger?   There’s tequila,” asked Stacy.

    Adriana nodded yes. “Yes, it would help me relax.  My bottom is on fire,”  

    “There’s some ointment in the medicine cabinet,” said Mike overhearing their conversation.

    Stacy returned in a moment with another glass of water, limes, shot glass, salt and a bottle of tequila.  Stacy had learned she could navigate quite well in the high heels Portia selected.  After another glass of water, Stacy and Adriana downed a shot of tequila.

    “Go check the wings,” said Mike sending Stacy scurrying back to the kitchen.

    Stacy returned bringing the steaming Buffalo wings and a stack of napkins and plates.  She sat the wings on the poker table resting on a hot mitt.

    Brad passed his finger over a wing covering it with sauce then he grabbed Stacy and pulled her to his lap.  He smeared her nipple with the sauce before licking it clean.

    “Buffalo titty,” exclaimed Brad before he buried his face in Stacy’s breast sucking hard on her nipple.  The others laughed at his joke.

     “Let’s see how this tastes,” said his Brother Bobby taking a wing and pressing it between Stacy’s thighs.  He pushed the end of the wing into Stacy’s vagina, moved it about and then brought it to mouth and took a bite.

    “Pussy wing,” said Bobby causing more laughter.

    “That’s disgusting and damn poor hygiene,” said Zack.  “You guys are sick.”

    “Here, baby, take a bite of pussy wing,” said Bobby holding the wing up to Stacy.

    No choice decided Stacy as she opened her mouth and bit into the chicken.  They’re testing me.  Failure means I’ll wind up like Adriana with a purple butt and crushed nipples.  Besides it’s my own pussy.

    “I’ve got to go wash my pussy.  That sauce burns,” said Stacy standing up to hurry to the bathroom.  The spicy sauce was burning the walls of her vagina.

    “This will help,” said Stacy to Adriana as soon as she returned from the bathroom.  She squeezed some ointment into the palm of her hand then began to massage it gently into the breast flesh mauled by the metal teeth of the vise grip pliers.  Stacy oily fingers glided over the pliable flesh pulling and twisting Adriana’s breasts until they were fully coated.

    “It’s just a bruise.  They’ll be fine in a day or two,” said Stacy before leaning down to gently kiss the closest nipple.  “Now, turn over so I can do your bottom.”

    “Wow,” said Stacy shocked to see dark purple bruises covering almost the entirety of Adriana’s buttocks.

    “Is it bad,” asked Adriana as Stacy’s hand gently applied the ointment?

    “Your butt is badly bruised but it will heal in a few days and you will be good as new,” said Stacy wondering if there was permanent tissue damage.

    “Will you hold me for a minute,” asked Adriana when Stacy finished.

    “Yes,” said Stacy sitting down by Adriana and taking the smaller girl in her arms.

    “I’m sorry I called you a whore.  I should have listened to you,” said Adriana.  “I am not a strong person.  I thought I could resist no matter how much they hurt me but I was a fool.”

    “It was the same for me.  Let’s sit here and have another drink.  We’ll be busy enough in a few minutes.  Do what they say.  Don’t argue or even hesitate.  It helps if you let go, forget about the Ten Commandments and become as depraved as they are,” said Stacy looking toward the card players.  She had a sense they were tiring of the game and she and Adriana would be the next form of entertainment. They sat together sipping tequila and watching the men.

    “Stacy, go in the bathroom and get what you need to shave her cunt.  The shaving kit is in the second drawer the on right,” said Lou after throwing in his hand.  “In case I decide to eat her pussy, I don’t want hairs in my teeth.”

    “Come along Adriana,” said Stacy reaching out her hand to bring Adriana to her feet.

    “No, she stays here. I want to watch,” said Lou.

    “Sure, whatever you say, Lou,” said Stacy heading to the bathroom.

    “You got her trained well, Mike,” said Zack watching Stacy’s rear as she walked away.

    “I knew she was trainable as soon as I laid eyes on her.  I had to rough her up a little but she got with the program,” said Mike.

    “Found it,” said Stacy when she he returned.

    “Don’t forget her hairy butt,” added Mark.

    Adriana sat on a towel with her legs spread as Stacy removed all her pubic hair.  If she had any qualms about having a hairless sex like Stacy she kept them to herself.  The men continued to play as Stacy used a pair of barber shears to reduce her thick mat of long curly pubic hair to stubble.  Next, Stacy pressed a warm wet washrag against her vulva before applying a thick coat of lather.

    “The last time we used these was on the redhead,” said Lou picking up and examining the barber shears.  He had left the game to watch Stacy shave Adriana.  He stood behind her watching intently as she glided the razor over the outer labia.

    “Her name was Estelle and she looked awful bald,” said Bobby standing beside Lou.

    “I never thought shaving a slut’s head would cause her so much grief.  The bitch was positively suicidal after she looked in the mirror,” said Brad who had joined the audience.

    “Mike even shaved off her eyebrows.  Women look weird without their eyebrows,” said Zack.

    “Nobody wanted to fuck her after we shaved her. She was too ugly.  Whatever happened to her, Mike?” asked Lou.

    “Nervous breakdown, she dropped out of Brandeis and went home to Indianapolis to grow her hair back,” said Mike.  “According to her mother, long term theraphy was required.”

    “All done.  Turn over so I can shave your bottom,” said Stacy after wiping the excess lather off Adriana.  Shaving the small circle of hairs ringing Adriana’s anus proved quick and easy.  

    “Neat job,” said Lou reaching out to touch Adriana’s hairless butthole.  “You keep your pussy and ass shaved, Adriana, or next time Stacy will shave your head too.”

    “Stacy, you owe Adriana a lick job.  Teach her how you and Portia munch each other’s rugs,” said Mike after he folded early.

    “Love to, Mike,” said Stacy before turning to kiss Adriana. Breaking the kiss, she slipped to the floor between Adriana’s knees.  She grabbed her ankles and spread her legs, placing the heels on the arms of the sofa. “Comfortable,” asked Stacy?

   “Yes,” said Adriana.

   “Close your eyes and relax.  Play with your nipples,” said Stacy.

   “I got a video clip of Stacy and her roommate going down on each other.  It’s the most totally awesome act of rug munching I’ve ever seen.  Remind me to show it to you sometime,” said Mike.

    Stacy started with a long slow lick that traveled from Adriana’s asshole and ended at her clitoris.  Along the way, she pushed her tongue inside the vagina coating it with the residue of Mark’s semen.  Stacy recalled the techniques that Portia had shown her as she slowly aroused Adriana. Stacy’s fingers located her G-spot.  Adriana proved highly sensitive to stimulation of that patch of nerve dense tissue.  Stacy’s tongue and fingers sent Adriana over the top in a matter of minutes.

   Adriana grabbed Stacy’s head clutching it to her sex as she screamed something in Spanish.

    “Good fast work, Stacy.  Portia has trained you well,” said Mike when Adriana finished her orgasm and collapsed back on to the couch.

    “Don’t move,” said Zack halting Stacy from returning to her seat on the sofa.

    The gangbang sex is about to begin realized Stacy when she looked over her shoulder.  A nude Zack was kneeling behind her preparing to mount.  His hands grasped her flanks.

    “Put it in.  I’m feeling lazy tonight,” said Zack.

    Stacy reached back between her legs and took his cock in her hand.  She stroked it slowly as she moved the tip back and forth over her sex causing her to moan. A wet finger probing her anus caused Stacy to groan in pleasure.

    “You’re right, Mike. She’d definitely anal,” said Zack moving his finger back and forth in Stacy’s butt.

    “Stacy’s a triple threat, mouth, cunt, or ass.  Take your choice.  You should have seen her with those two porn studs from Mel’s.  The black guy totes ten inches and the white boy’s was close to that.  She was in whore heaven when they had both rods in her,” said Mike.

    “How is Melvin these days, staying away from the kiddies,” asked Bobby?

    “Yes, he’s sworn off kiddie porn since we busted him.  Zodiac is now straight hardcore,” said Mike.  “He gave me copies of his latest productions when I was by his place the other day.  I’ll play one,” said Mike getting up to insert a DVD in the slot.  Minutes later, the large screen flickered to life on Ivy League Anal #5.”

    “I want to watch Stacy Does Cambridge,” said Bobby.

    “Sorry, Bobby, but I’m saving that for a special occasion,” said Mike looking directly at Stacy.

    “You like to watch porn while you fuck, Stacy,” asked Zack?

    “Yes, it makes me hot,” said Stacy looking over her shoulder as the large plasma television showed an image of two blonde girls with augmented breasts sucking a black man’s cock while a voice over encouraged the view to call an eight hundred number.  The cost was only $3.99 a minute.  She’d never watched porn while having sex other than Stacy Does Cambridge.    

    “I’m ready.  Put my cock in your pussy, slut,” said Zack prompting Stacy to wedge the head of Zack’s penis into her vaginal opening.  She arched her back, pushing back, eager for full penetration.  A low growl escaped her lips as she experienced the pleasure of having a man inside her.

    “Sounds like somebody’s in heat,” said Lou.

    “She loves dick.  I can tell.  My third wife made that same sound when I pronged her and she never could get enough cock,” said Zack as he pulled Stacy hard against him achieving maximum depth.  Zack halted for a few seconds to savor the feeling of being inside the warm pussy of such a beautiful young girl.

    Stacy clinched her abdomen, drawing her navel toward her spine, applying pressure to the hard cylinder of male sex rhythmically plumbing her birth canal.

    “Mike, I see what you been talking about,” said Zack.  “She’s a gripper.  Now Stacy, when I put it in as far as I can go, I’ll stop for a second and you squeeze my dick.”

    “Yes, I’d love that,” said Stacy once more drawing her belly button to her spine when she sensed Zack was fully invested.

    “Excellent, that’s good.  Now suck my fingers,” said Zack reaching forward to put two fingers in Stacy’s mouth. She sucked them hard as he pounded his cock in her.

    “Adriana, get down on the carpet like Stacy.  You two form a fuck line,” said Brad.  “I’m tired of playing cards.”

   A week ago, I couldn’t even conceive of the idea I’d be doing something like this thought Stacy resting her arms on the edge of the couch as Zack pounded away.  One of his hands was pulling and twisting her nipple.

   As soon as Adriana got in position beside her, Brad slid his cock into her well-lubricated pussy.  Adriana imitated Stacy moving her body back to meet Brad’s thrusts grunting in response to the feeling of a large cock forcing her narrow passage.

   Zack increased his pace as he approached his climax.  Stacy felt his body clinch as he delivered a half dozen hard thrusts splashing semen in her vagina.  Wordlessly, Zack gave a friendly slap to Stacy’s flank then stood up and returned to the game.

    “My turn, don’t move, Stacy,” said Mike standing up to unbuckle his belt.

Chapter 14 Defining Moment

 

    Sex with the Posse was nothing like Stacy imagined.  She’d pictured each of the men taking their turn having intercourse with her or Adriana in one of the bedrooms.  Instead it turned into a pile of eight naked bodies where her mouth and pussy were constantly in use.  She never seemed to lack for a cock in her hand or mouth while another was thrusting into her vagina.

    It all became a blur. Hard slime covered cocks exited cream-filled vaginas to be thrust into hungry open mouths.  It struck Stacy as animalistic and utterly depraved but for reasons she didn’t understand it drew her in.  The constant contact with warm flesh, eager mouths, and engorged male organs encouraged her lust until it controlled her.

   Adriana’s fear also turned to lust and she followed Stacy into her descent into total sexual depravity.

    Finally from sheer exhaustion, the sex halted. On the television, a skinny brunette was positioned on top of a man raising and lowering herself allowing his cock to bury itself in her asshole.  Another man was standing over her, his penis in her mouth.

    I wish they hadn’t stopped thought Stacy.  She was seated on the floor sipping a bottle of mineral water.  Adriana was beside her.

    “Let’s recharge our batteries,” said Mike taking a zippered leather folder out of a drawer.

    “Good idea,” said Zack.

    Stacy watched as Mike opened the folder.  It contained a small phial of white powder, a mirror, glass straws, and a package of razor blades.  She watched as Mike dumped a tablespoon of the powder onto the mirror then proceeded to chop at it with a razor blade.  When he had arranged the powder into thin white lines, Zack took one of the glass straws and using an obviously practiced technique inhaled a line into each nostril.

    “God damn that’s good shit,” said Zack rubbing his nose as his eyes watered.  

    Its cocaine realized Stacy as each of the Posse followed Zack.

    “You’re up, Stacy,” said Mike offering her one of the glass straws.

    “The Olympics, they drug test you.  If I test positive, they’ll kick me off the team,” said Stacy.

     “Oh, I forgot about that. Adriana, ever used blow,” asked Mike?

     Later, Portia attributed Mike’s acceptance of Stacy’s refusal to the respect of the average American male for sports in general and the Olympics in particular.

     “No,” said Adriana.

    “Come here, I’ll teach you how,” said Mike.

    A few moments later, Adriana had become a drug user.

    After a short rest and another round of inhaling cocaine, Brad Epps picked up a bottle of East Glide and approached Stacy.

    “Elbows and knees, face down on the rug, butt in the air, I’m going to screw you in the ass, Harvard girl,” said Brad.

    Stacy smiled at Brad then rolled over and offered him her asshole.

    “Like this,” asked Stacy drawing her knees underneath her hips allowing her rear to point toward the ceiling?

    “Yes, like drilling a well,” said Brad.  “Spread your ass and I’ll grease your hole.”

    “Oh yeah,” said Stacy when she felt Easy Glide splash onto her anus followed by the insertion of Brad’s thick finger.

   “You too, Adriana.  Assume the position,” said Bobby taking the Easy Glide from his brother and applying it to Adriana’s anus.

    “The Epps Brothers are going to stir you girl’s shit,” said Brad stretching Stacy’s anal ring.

    “We’re breaking down both back doors at the same time,” added Bobby.   The two girls were shoulder to shoulder.  Adriana surprised Stacy when she turned her head in Stacy’s direction and leaned in for a passionate tongue kiss.

    “Now,” said Brad and seconds later Stacy’s rectum was completely filled.

    A dozen hard strokes later and Brad pulled out to be replaced by Zack.   Lou’s dick was buried in Adriana’s rectum.

    “Time for you two to prove you’ve learned to do as you’re told,” said Brad and Bobby taking a seat on the floor in front of the girls.

Stacy realized it was Bobby not Brad whose cock was inches from her lips.  They had switched.

     “Not withstanding my peter’s been eight inches in your girlfriends’ shitter, you’re going to suck it,” said Bobby scooting closer.

     When Stacy looked past Bobby she saw Mike was watching her intently.  She realized this was a test.   Portia had helped her learn to enjoy anal intercourse.  But the subject of sucking a cock that had just been in another girl’s ass had not come up.  Stacy recalled with a felling of gratitude how Portia had prepared her for anal. Early on, Stacy had voiced some concerns.

    “Portia, are you’re absolutely sure this won’t rip me apart,” asked Stacy holding up the multi-ringed anal dildo Portia wanted to insert in her anus.  The thick base seemed impossibly large compared to her tiny butt hole.

    “If I can take it so can you.  Put it in me,” said Portia getting on all fours with her butthole facing Stacy.  Stacy had applied lubricant then placed the pointed tip in Portia’s anus.

     “Go ahead but take it slow,” said Portia.

     “It’s in,” said Stacy when Portia’s sphincter closed around the narrow neck.

     “And it feels great.  Fuck me with it.”

     “You’ve had more practice,” said Stacy when it was her turn.

     “Getting used to backdoor action is not that difficult.  Quit worrying. I’ll be gentle and use lots of lube.  It will hurt as first but I guarantee you it will hurt ten times more if they butt fuck you and you haven’t trained your bottom to accept intruders,” said Portia.

     “All right,” said Stacy as she assumed the proper position for anal penetration

    “Now, spread your cheeks and take a deep breath.  You have a beautiful pink butthole by the way,” said Portia planting a kiss directly on Stacy’s sphincter.

    First time anal penetration with Portia’s dildo had hurt but Portia’s advice to concentrate on breathing while masturbating worked and before long Stacy experienced a powerful orgasm. In order to prepare Stacy, Portia persuaded her to go shopping at a local adult store.

    Stacy had insisted they visit the ATM to get cash.  She was concerned her parent’s accountant might notice credit card billing by an adult retail business.

    “Don’t worry. The credit card bill will say something nondescript like ABC Retail.  We need to accessorize,” said Portia picking up several large plastic bottles of lubricant off a shelf and placing them in her shopping tote.

    “Let’s get one of those,” said Stacy pointing to a nearby mannequin.  Leather belting circling the female mannequin’s waist and thighs included a fitting for different sizes of dildos shaped for anal or vaginal penetration.

    Several hundred dollars later, Stacy had purchased a variety of sex toys, dildos, and the strap on harness.  It was Stacy’s first visit to that type of establishment.  She followed Portia’s advice and ignored the stares of the male shoppers and several whispered suggestions they visit the video booths in the back of the store.

   “Why did they want us to go watch videos with them,” asked Stacy as they drove away.

    “That would have been a gangbang.  We’d be there until the place closed,” said Portia inserting batteries into a dildo/vibrator.

    “How do you know that,” asked Stacy?

    “I was dating this Puerto Rican guy and he talked me into going into one in Trenton’s Red Light District.  It was sort of a dare and I was dumb and horny enough to go along.”

    “My votes on horny, you’ve never dumb,” said Stacy.

    “We went in the arcade and picked a booth.  I had to pay.  He never had any money.   You put a bill in the machine and the screen shows porn.”

    “What kind,” asked Stacy?

    “All kinds, gay, bisexual, BDSM, fetish, and just regular boy and girl fucking.

    “Men masturbate as they watch,” said Stacy.

    “Most do exactly that but there’s more to it,” said Portia.

    “Obviously two people can go into a booth and have sex.  Tell me what else,” said Stacy.

    “First you have to appreciate the fact these are not operating rooms.  The smell of urine and semen is enough to make you want to puke.  The floor is sticky with drying come.”

    “You’re making me want to go back to the store and try one,” said Stacy.  “There’s nothing like the aroma of used jism to clear a girl’s sinuses.”

    “We’ll do it when we have more time.  I’ll put you in a booth then go out and tell the customers there’s a nymphomaniac in the back who’s desperate for dick,” said Portia laughing.

    “So finish your story,” said Stacy.

    “Our booth had these windows on each side.  They were opaque unless you and the person in the adjacent booth pushed this lighted button.  Then the opaqueness disappeared and you could see clearly what was happening in the next booth over.  They’re called buddy windows.”

    “The porn on the screen isn’t enough to get a guy off.  He needs to see a fellow pervert stroking his meat rocket,” said Stacy.

    “The average customer is looking for a blowjob by someone of the masculine gender,” said Portia.  “But there’s more.  There was also a gloryhole.”

    “Gloryhole, what’s that,” asked Stacy?

    “A waist high hole between booths that allows the customer to stick his penis into the adjacent booth for purposes of oral sex.  It facilitates the performance of anonymous blowjobs.”

    “And I let you talk me out of such a mind blowing experience.  If I didn’t have a class in half an hour I’d u-turn and we’d go back,” said Stacy.  “So what happened to Portia in this hedonistic heaven?”

    Ricardo pushed the windows button after he mounted me.  He talked me into stripping down to my cross trainers.  Men aren’t the only ones whose IQ takes a dip when they become sexually excited.  Two gays were the booth on one side fucking.  There was an old man jerking himself off in the other booth.”

    “Depravity in stereo,” said Stacy.

    “Old man decides to stick his penis through the gloryhole.  Ricardo orders me to suck it while he fucks me.  Being quite taken with my first Latin Lover I agreed.  Ricardo pounded away while I polished the elderly geezer’s knob.”

   “And how was it?”

   “I learned you can tell the age of the man by the taste of his semen,” said Portia.

   “But not his weight too, like at the carnival. How did it taste?”

   “Old, stale, like it had been around too long and all the little sperm were floating on their side at the top of his balls,” said Portia.

    “We should get Harvard to fund research on what makes for the best tasting semen.  But please continue your tale of video arcade love and lust,” said Stacy.

   “Ricardo was beautiful and his semen was delicious.  He wasn’t very large but he was solid muscle.  He had six-pack abs I loved to run my tongue over. And he had this long perfectly straight cock I loved to suck.  Unfortunately, he was a first class bastard,” said Portia.

    “You couldn’t overlook his bad habits?”

    “After he dropped his load and I had finished the old guy, he grabbed my clothes and scooted out the door.”

    “Leaving you totally naked,” asked Stacy?

    “I was still wearing my cross trainers,” said Portia.

    “How did you get home?”

    “Ricardo wasn’t done with me.  He was outside in the hallway selling my ass for ten dollars a pop,” said Portia.

    “I had no idea you had ever worked as a prostitute.  Did that help get you into Harvard?  Admissions is always carrying on about diversity,” said Stacy.

    “Yes, I had a letter of recommendation from the arcade owner.  But I did not get a dime from Ricardo even though I lost count of the number of guys I fucked,” said Portia.

    “You didn’t scream rape and yell for help,” asked Stacy?

    “Help was highly unlikely but getting the shit beat out of me was certain.  My first customer was a black man who informed me I was his first piece of ass since his release from prison that same morning.  When I asked his crime, he muttered something about aggravated rape.”

    “No chance of calling the cops?”

    “Nada, and if the police had arrived, they’d arrested me for soliciting.  Which meant in order to avoid being booked, I would have to agree to go to the Shield where I would spend the rest of the night fucking officers of the law.”

    “The Shield, what is that?”

    “A police only social club where cops hang out after their shift is over.  Cops owned the one in Trenton.  Its back room is notorious for the gang rape of hookers and other innocent girls like myself.  Northern Jersey cops are just as bad if not worse than Mike and the Posse when it comes to exploiting women,” said Portia.

    “So how did your day end?”

    “I sucked and fucked until there wasn’t a woody left.  I had so much jism in my tummy I sloshed when I walked.  Even the store manager came back and got a BJ.  Finally, Ricardo gave me back my clothes and let me go,” said Portia.

    “Did you have any encounters with the Trenton police,” asked Stacy?

    “Only once, I got picked up for violating curfew.  That’s a crime that no male has ever been arrested for in Trenton.  But if you’re cute and female and they spot you after ten on a school night, the law must be enforced.”

    “Let me guess. You used sex to avoid incarceration,” said Stacy.

    “Yes, just like my good friend Stacy Todd, I agreed to put out to stay out of juvenile. I wound up doing both cops in the back of their patrol car.  But they were pretty nice about it afterwards.  They gave me a ride home.”

    “That’s thoughtful.  So how much did Ricardo your pimp take in,” asked Stacy?

    “He refused to say and ignored my request for half,” said Portia.

    “Ever go out with Ricardo again?”

    “Unfortunately, he never asked,” said Portia.  “I swore off boys for a while and joined a girl gang where we ate each other’s pussy when we weren’t wailing the shit out of females who offended us.”

    “How did they offend your sensibilities?”

    “Being too pretty or having rich parents were the usual reasons,” said Portia.  “Mostly because they were breathing the same air and that pissed us off.”

    “When they arrived back at their dorm room, Stacy and Portia spent the evening trying out her purchases.  After several sessions of anal dildo fucking with various sized implements, Stacy learned not only to relax but also enjoy it.  Under Portia’s careful tutoring she learned to achieve an orgasm solely from the sensation of having something resembling a large cock thrust repeatedly in her asshole.

   My bottom’s sore and it hurts,” said Adriana during what was turning out to be a marathon anal session with the Posse

   “Use your fingers.  Play with your pussy.  It’ll help,” said Stacy her own hand sliding over her semen-coated clit as she dealt with Brad’s penetration of her anus.

    “You’re right,” said Adriana after several minutes had gone by.

    Portia was so fucking right thought Stacy as she pressed herself back to encourage Brad.  In fact, it feels good now that I’m used to it.

    “Fuck my ass, Brad, pound your cock up my shithole,” cried Stacy as she forced Brad to slam into her. Stacy’s arms reached back to spread her buttocks thereby maximizing penetration.  She was desperate to have him as deep in her bowels as possible.

    The other four men watched intently as the brothers crouched over Adriana and Stacy.  Stacy realized that before the evening was finished; all six men would have their cocks inside her rectum.

    “Time to switch, bro,” said Brad delivering a loud swat to his brother’s rear.

    Now, it was Bobby driving into Stacy’s hole.

    “Adriana, reach back, grab your butt cheeks and spread them like Stacy,” ordered Lou.

    Stacy’s shoulders and face were on the carpet.  Resting on her knees her bottom was pointed toward the ceiling.  A crouching Bobby was aiming his cock almost straight down.

    “Hold it open, bitch,” said Bobby pulling out for a second.  Stacy’s fingers pulled hard on her buttocks.  She could feel cool air inside her rectum.  Stacy heard the sound of someone spitting then felt a warm splatter land inside her anus.  A similar feeling followed when she heard the sound of more spit.  Stacy purred at the sensation of the warm spit sliding deep inside her.

    “Nice shot, Bobby.  Stacy loves it when you spit in her ass.  All the rich Weston girls like a little Southie spit in their shithole.  Don’t you Stacy?” said Mike standing beside Bobby.

    “Yeah, I love it.  Fuck me more,” said Stacy moving her ass in a semi-circle to encourage Bobby to penetrate her.

    “I’m going to blow,” announced Brad pounding harder into Adriana’s ass.  Brad’s body became a blur as he held a whimpering Adriana tight while he squirted cum in her bowels.

   That was when Stacy had the moment she was later to refer to as the pivotal event on her path to being Mike Cabreeze’s totally uninhibited slut.

   “Suck it. Lick my dick clean, slut,” said Brad pulling his cock out of Adriana’s asshole and turning sideways to present it to Stacy’s mouth. His weightlifter hands grabbed Stacy’s head twisting her to his slimy manhood.  Stacy’s own asshole was still filled with Bobby’s cock.

    Looking back, Stacy realized this was the tipping point in her descent into total depravity.  Up until then, she’d considered herself a fastidious person unwilling to engage in sexual practices that would compromise her personal hygiene. Safe sex included a lot in Stacy’s viewpoint.  Pre Mike, her attitude toward sexual intercourse excluded anything anal. The old Stacy’s response would have been a loud, “Yuck, no way,” to anyone suggesting the idea of sucking a cock that seconds before had been inside someone else’s bowels.  On the DVD, Stacy had watched herself performing shockingly filthy acts.  But she rationalized she was drugged and had no will of her own.

    There had been a brief instant when she thought No, I can’t do such a revolting perverted thing.  His cock has been inside her rectum.  But that moment quickly passed.  Most surprisingly, she realized she was anything but reluctant.  She wanted to take Brad’s unclean cock in her mouth and suck the slime off it.  Mike and his Posse had brought her to a certain level but from there she traveled on her own desires.  Decision made, Stacy greedily accepted Brad’s soiled penis in her mouth exulting in the perversity of such a depraved act.  The smell of Adriana’s feces filled her nose as she licked the streaks of shit,

    “That’s right, bitch.  Clean that nasty dick,” said Brad looking over at Mike and smiling.

    “You love that, don’t you baby,” said Brad turning Stacy’s head to tongue kiss her.  There was nothing romantic about the way Brad kissed her.  His mouth was wide open.  He was a large man and his tongue easily reached the back of her throat.  When the kiss ended, her mouth was filled with his saliva.

    “Yes, I love it,” breathed Stacy conscious of the long deep strokes that Bobby was taking in her rectum.

    But the ultimate act of perversion occurred when Brad climaxed in Adriana’s rectum.  

    “Now, show me how a pig slut sucks butt juice,” said Brad as he brusquely turned Adriana’s body so Stacy was facing her still gaping sphincter.  There was a thin stream of semen oozing out of her inflamed rosebud.  Brad’s huge hands grasped Adriana’s buttocks holding them apart.

     “Felch her asshole, slut. Suck her shithole clean,” urged Mark.   The six of them were caught up in the depravity of the moment.  You could cut the sexual energy in the room with a knife.

     “Suck my ass, Stacy,” commanded a now thoroughly debauched Adriana, her eyes glazed over with animal lust and cocaine.

     They wants me to felch her just like I did with that girl in the video realized Stacy moving her mouth toward Adriana’s partially open sphincter. I’ve done it before and lived through it so what does another time matter. Stacy covered Adriana’s open hole, making loud mouth noises as she applied suction causing her cheeks to hollow.

    “That’s a good pig.  Suck her shit hole dry then open your mouth and show us what you got,” said Brad.

    Stacy’s mouth quickly filled with slime.  She raised her head and opened her mouth so Brad could see the viscous greenish fluid covering her tongue.

    “Fucking awesome,” said Bobby looking toward Stacy.

    “She’s definitely a pig slut,” said Brad.  “Now share with Adriana.  We don’t want her to feel left out.”

     Stacy kissed Adriana partially transferring the slime to her mouth.  The two swapped it back and forth as they kissed then swallowed the residue.    Moments later, Adriana got to return the favor when Bobby squirted semen inside Stacy’s rectum.  A debauched Adriana didn’t hesitate to form her lips around Stacy’s cum-filled gaping asshole.  Stacy contracted her abdominals and felt the contents of her bowels into Adriana’s mouth. They kneeled face to face, masturbating one another to orgasm as they tongue kissed.

    “Oink, oink, oink, those two are real slut pigs,” laughed Lou as he took a position behind Stacy.  “Now it’s my turn for a little ass loving.”

 

***

   

    “Open your mouth and play with your pussies,” instructed Mike aiming a video camera at Stacy and Adriana, lying side by side in the oversized tub.

    After each of the six had orgasmed in the girl’s anus, they unceremoniously picked up the pair, carried them to the master bath and dumped them in the tub.

     “Piss love time,” said Mark aiming his pee hole at their mouths.

     Obediently, Stacy and Adriana opened their mouth and stuck out their tongues as the stream of hot beer piss landed on their face.  Both girls furiously worked their clit as Brad joined in, directing his flow at their pussies.

     “Swallow all you can,” ordered Mike leaning in for a close-up.

     This is beyond perverted and sick but it is turning me on realized Stacy as she began to writhe in orgasm.   Six streams of urine were landing on their bodies covering them from head to toe.

     Dark yellow pee played across Stacy’s body driving her from one orgasm to another.    Her olfactory nerves felt on fire as she breathed in the overpowering aroma.

    “I’m coming,” screamed Stacy after she swallowed a mouthful of Mark’s golden elixir.

    When Stacy realized the men’s bladder were empty, she rotated her position bring her face in contact with Adriana’s pussy.  An inch of pee covered the bottom of the tub.

    “Piss in my mouth while I eat your cunt,” ordered Stacy as her mouth attacked Adriana’s sex.

    The Posse watched open mouthed as the two girls experienced multiple orgasms that didn’t end until their bladder were empty.

     When their lust finally subsided, Mike spoke.  “You girls wash the piss off and brush your teeth.  Then join us in the bedroom.  Your little piss love session got us horny again.”    

   

Chapter 15 Hidden Space

 

    “Man, I am so fucked out,” said Mike as he and Zack entered the living room.  They were hunting for their clothes preparing to leave.  It was nearly three in the morning.

    Moments before in the bedroom Stacy had been on top of Mike in what Portia later identified as the cowgirl reverse table top position.  The soles of her feet were resting on Mike’s kneecaps. Her arms pointed straight down braced on his muscular shoulders.  His hands supported her hips as she thrust her belly toward the ceiling.  She lifted her lower body to where his cockhead almost exited her well-lubricated asshole then she lowered herself driving his dick inside her rectum as far as it would reach.  Her abdominal muscles contracted squeezing his penis with every ounce of energy she could muster.

    Stacy’s head was tilted back and down.  The crown of her head pointed toward the bed board.  Her blonde sweat soaked hair hung down to Mike’s chest.  The position opened her throat for Mark who was standing straddle of Mike thrusting his cock in her mouth.  His hands were twisting and kneading her nipples as he forced his penis into Stacy’s throat.

    “Stand on the bed and skull fuck her, Mark,” said Mike when Stacy first got on top of him and guided his penis past her sphincter.  Skull fucking was a term Stacy hadn’t heard before.  But what Mark did wasn’t the oral sex she experienced.  It was like his cock was a weapon he rammed down her throat while hurting her nipples so badly she wanted to scream.  And if that wasn’t enough, the slenderer Zack was kneeling between Stacy and Mike’s legs shoving his cock in her vagina.  He would catch her inflamed clitoris between his thumb and second finger.  He would squeeze hard until the finger slipped off making a snapping sound.  Each time she heard that snapping sound, her clit screamed in pain.

    “That’s a clit snap, Stacy.  Pimps tell me it hurts like hell,” said Zack reaching up with his free hand to squeeze her throat increasing the pressure of Mark’s cock.

    “That’s about a complete a fucking as a woman can ever expect,” said Portia when Stacy later described what occurred.  “I don’t know how you can get more out of a female body than those three got out of yours.”

    “I wasn’t the first woman they’ve tripled.  They knew exactly what to do,” said Stacy.

    They seemed focused, intent on proving a point as they slammed into her.  It was pain and pleasure to the max as Zack ruthlessly tormented her love button while Mark all but choked her with his cock while he brought searing pain to her nipples.

    But to Mike, Mark and Zack, Stacy’s reaction was a surprise.  Far from wanting to escape their brutality she appeared to relish it.  Her grunts and moans of pleasure combined with the way her body reacted to torment were unexpected.

    Later, Stacy could only understand her reaction as totally animalistic.  Her rational human self was absent replaced by previously dormant instincts.  Her strong youthful body unleashed intense feeling of passion and abandon as her cognitive senses shut down allowing her pleasure centers to rule her being.  Stacy felt her core muscles contract and expand as she experienced a state of continuous orgasm.  The sensation of having three hard cocks inside her body took the intensity of her climax to a higher level as her synapses fired high-energy bolts electrifying her cerebral cortex.

    Fucking those three dicks became my entire existence decided Stacy later.  There was nothing left in my universe other than the will to fuck.

    “I’m coming,” said Mike raising his hips off the bed to slam his groin against Stacy’s buttocks.

   “Gonna blow,” said Mark responding to the pressure in his groin that signaled ejaculation was imminent.  “Swallow every drop, bitch.”

   “Let’s go together on three,” said Zack before he counted.

   Stacy’s brain bordered on madness and hysteria as she felt all three men commence to orgasm.  Writhing and twisting as they spurted their essence in her, she experienced the sensation of having three rivers of hot semen racing into her core and intermixing like the lava flows she witnessed during a family vacation to Hawaii’s big island.

    She lay on the bed twitching and moaning for several minutes after Mike had unceremoniously rolled her off him.  He and the other two had gone to the kitchen for something to drink.  Stacy was vaguely aware they were laughing and talking about what a cock mad whore she was.

    Stacy covered in sweat, her wet hair plastered to her skull, finally got up and wandered zombie like into the living room and collapsed on the couch.  One of Zodiac’s DVDs was playing as Mike and Zack entered the room to get dressed.  Mark walked in, leaned over and kissed Stacy then dropped to the floor in front of her and fell asleep.

    Stacy was lying on the couch watching hardcore porn on the large screen television through almost closed eyes.  Two buxom blondes were holding down a third smaller brunette forcing a large dildo in her vagina.  When she heard the two men enter, he quickly closed her eyes pretending to be asleep.  The Epps brothers had left a few minutes before and Lou was asleep in the bedroom with Adriana.

     “I’m pussy whipped,” said Mike buttoning his shirt

    “I need eight hours sleep and a bowl of Wheaties before I’m ready to screw again.  Stacy’s SI is off the charts,” said Zack stepping over Mark looking directly down on Stacy’s naked form.  “Cunt’s dead to the world.”

    “SI,” asked Mike?

    “Slut Index, Myrna in Records told me that one.  Where did you find her anyway?”

    “District Court, she was there with her parents.  Sean Mulcahy was representing her.  She and a girl friend were collared for shoplifting.  Girlfriend fled the state.   I was wondering who was crazy enough to hire a five hundred dollar an hour lawyer for a shoplifting case.  Her parents on her dad’s side got megabucks.  She was so pissed about having to plead guilty.  You could feel her anger.  There was just something about her.  I couldn’t put my finger on it but I knew it was there,” said Mike.

    “I’ve known a few women like her.  Aileen, my second, reminds me of Stacy.”

    “Aileen’s problem was she never met a dick she didn’t like,” said Mike.  “I never could understand why you married that nympho.”

    “Love is blind,” said Zack.

    “In your case, deaf and dumb too, I still can’t believe you caught her fucking the pizza delivery boy.”

    “I should have arrested her for statutory rape but you guys would never have let me forget it.  After we got divorced, I learned she was putting out for her personal trainer, the produce manager at the Shop and Go plus the black maintenance guy for the condo.  I always wondered why at the monthly meeting, other owners would complain it took forever to get something fixed but we had same day service,” said Zack.

    “You still see her,” asked Mike?

    “I drop by occasionally for a booty call when her new hubby is out of town on business,” said Zack.

    “Life is strange,” said Mike.

    “Stacy’s like Aileen.  Once you get her started on a cock diet, she can’t get enough,” said Zack.  “She’s certainly pretty enough and the body is more than all right. I loved that yoga thing she did with us.  That was real Kama Sutra.  You teach her that?”

    “Nope, she thought that up on her own,” said Mike referring to when Stacy folded into Dead Man’s pose, bending into a shoulder stand bring her knees beside her ears.  Mike and Zack had stood over her together fucking straight down into her pussy and asshole.

    “We all set for next week,” asked Mike?

    “Yeah, the Jamaican says he can handle the additional product,” said Zack sounding concerned.  “But for now, that’s all he can handle.”

    “You don’t seem thrilled,” said Mike.

    “This isn’t New York or LA.  Fifty kilos is a lot of heroin for a city this size.  The Jamaican may have to reduce the price to move that much.”  

    “I know but according to what I remember from Economics 101 reducing the price increases demand.  And since heroin is addictive and we control the supply, things will balance out,” said Mike.

    “If you say so, but there has to be a limit somewhere.  There are only six million people in greater Boston.  We can’t make them all users,” said Zack.

     “I know.  That’s why I’m expanding the product line to include Ecstasy and cocaine,” said Mike.

    “Great, that’s where the real money is.  Who’s going to be our suppliers?” said Zack.

    “No more fucking middle men.  For the coke, eventually we’re going right to the source, the Cardozo brothers.  But Serrentino will be our supplier until we build the demand.”

     “How did you manage that?”

     “I made a connection with an old family friend. We start out working through New York but if all goes well, we will be dealing directly with the cartel.  The Epps are going to make a major bust of the coke dealers in Boston to eliminate the competition.  Brad and Bobby are going to be heroes in a couple of weeks.”

    “That’s the big time.  And the E?”

    “Flown in from Israel each month.  Flight attendant on El Al will deliver ten thousand tablets to start,” said Mike.

    “Who’ll move that,” asked Zack?

    “Leslie Cabot.”

    “Who the fuck is that?  Is she one of the real Cabots?”

    “Yes, she’s a true Cabot.  Obviously, you do not hang with the city’s social elite.  Leslie is a professional party girl whose trust fund does not meet her needs.   She’s looking to supplement her meager income so she doesn’t have to drive last year’s Mercedes.  Leslie Cabot’s on a first name basis with every hot DJ, hip restaurateur, and club owner in the city.  She gets twenty five percent of retail.”

   “What’s the street price of a tablet?”

   “Ten dollars, the Israeli gets two.  We should clear thirty thousand a month at first but it will grow.  Brad and Bobby will watch her back.”

    “Sounds like we’re moving into the big time,” said Zack.  “Any plans for her beyond being a fuck toy?” Zack gestured toward Stacy.

    “Yeah, if she passes all the tests.  At this point, I’d say the jury’s still out,” said Mike.

    “And if she doesn’t?”

    “There’s always the Atlantic or the Charles,” said Mike.  “Still, it would be a waste.”

    “Your last protégé didn’t make it,” said Zack.   “She was a looker, too.”

    “Stacy’s smarter.  Besides, it’s the uncertainty that makes life interesting,” said Mike as the two men finished dressing.

    “Can you let me have my cut early?  Kendra said the next time I was late with her alimony and child support, she was calling her lawyer,” said Zack.

    “Sure, there’s enough cash in the kitty,” said Mike.  “Five thousand ok?”

    “Can you make it seventy five hundred?”

    “No problem.”

    Stacy listened as the men went into one of the back bedrooms. Stacy head the closet door slide open.  She couldn’t hear what they were saying.

    “Thanks, Mike, see you at the station,” said Zack as the two men left.

    Stacy got up quietly stepping over a sleeping Mark.  When she peeked in the master bedroom, she saw Lou in bed asleep curled up with Adriana.  He was snoring loudly holding her in his arms. Stacy tiptoed into the spare bedroom.  The furniture looked like something advertised on television as a complete bedroom set for less than a thousand dollars.  She took a deep breath and reached for the closet door.   She opened it very slowly trying not to make any noise.

   The closet was empty except for a dozen equally empty coat hangers.   It can’t be empty thought Stacy.  Mike opened it to give Zack the money.  She ran her hand over the closet shelf but the only contact was with the painted pine.    It’s got to be in here Stacy told herself.  I heard him open the closet door.  She was about to give up when she noticed the carpet was brushed to one side.

   Stacy kneeled down on the floor.  She ran her hand along the baseboard.  As her hand approached the corner, she felt a slight movement and heard a distinctive click.  The side of the closet swung open to reveal an unlighted hidden space.

   Stacy stepped into the dark. Something touched her face almost causing her to scream.  Her hand reflexively grabbed at the object catching it. It was a light chord.  She pulled it and an overhead bulb illuminated the room.

   The first thing to catch her eye was the collection of guns and rifles.  Someone had driven nails into the bare studs and hung a number of semi-automatic pistols by the trigger guard.  Others were still in their original packages.  It struck Stacy as unorganized.

    Quality firearms realized Stacy noting the manufacturer and models of the weapons. Then she saw the safe and the file cabinet.  The key to the file cabinet was in the lock.  Mike must have assumed the room was too well hidden to worry about locking it.  Stacy slid the top drawer of the file cabinet open.  It was filled with hanging folders.  Names were hand printed on the tabs.  It didn’t seem to be in any particular order.

    Mike Cabreeze, you need to alphabetize your filing and organize and clean your weapons decided Stacy recalling how her father’s collection was always perfectly ordered and meticulously clean.   It was at that moment, she spied the tab reading Todd, Stacia G.  She hurriedly removed the thick folder wishing her heart were not beating so fast.

    Jesus, how did he get that wondered Stacy when she found herself looking at her high school transcript?  Beside the transcript was a DVD labeled Stacy Does Cambridge Gold Master.  Stacy considered taking it but decided Mike might discover it was missing.  She thumbed through a stack of pictures, some obviously taken with a telephoto lens.  One picture caught her eye.  It was Stacy coming out of the shower at her health club.  A towel was around her waist but her breasts were clearly visible.  Someone had used a felt tip pen to draw a circle around her boobs.  There was an exclamation point beside the circle.

    Mother was right realized Stacy.  Big breasts are a magnet for the wrong kind of men.  

   Stacy’s review was interrupted by a noise coming from somewhere else in the apartment.  Stacy quickly slipped the folder back in the drawer and closed it.  She took a quick look around to make sure she hadn’t disturbed anything then pulled the light chord and stepped back into the closet.  She slid the panel in place.  A click signaled that everything was as Mike left it.

   After gently closing the closet door, Stacy made it to the hallway where she ran into Mark.

    “I was looking for you,” said Mark taking Stacy in his arms.

    “Pee time, the other bathroom is a sewer,” said Stacy noting that the guest bathroom was down the same hall.

    “Power nap recharged my batteries,” said Mark pressing his groin against Stacy.

    “I can tell,” said Stacy taking hold of his semi-hard cock and stroking it.

    “One more for the road, just you and me.”

    “Good, I’m still horny,” said Stacy.  “Let’s get hot and crazy.”

 

***

 

    Afterwards, Stacy considered it both the best and worst fuck of her life.  “Heavy,” had been Portia’s only comment after Stacy described what happened.

    She and Mark had started slow, seated on the couch making out.  Mark was her age and quite handsome with a trim athletic body magnificently equipped with a penis Stacy considered a work of art.  It was smooth and perfectly shaped with a healthy pink mushroom head complemented by a deep flair perfect for a girl’s lips to grasp as she worked her tongue over its spongy surface.  But after a few exploratory touches and passionate kisses, she realized the toll the night had taken on her body.

    Her nipples were painfully tender to the touch.  She’d lost count of the times they’d been sucked beyond pleasure into the realm of pain.  The tendrils of flesh had been pulled, twisted, and crushed.  Her entire areola fell dry and inflamed.  She had the sense her roughly used orifices were equally raw and inflamed.

    When Mark’s mouth covered the end of her breast biting her flesh, she wanted to scream but somehow she managed to stay in control.  It was important Mark not start wondering why she had been in the back bedroom.

    “That hurt,” asked Mark sensing her discomfort?

    “Sorry, they’ve seen a lot of use,” said Stacy.

    “So it should hurt,” said Mark leaning down to take the other nipple in his mouth.  He sucked hard then bite into her areola.”

    “That hurt too,” said Stacy her eyes watering with pain.

    “Hold my balls,” said Mark.

     Stacy’s hand was barely large enough to grip his large testicles.  They felt hot.

     “Now pull and twist them.”

     “What,” asked an uncomprehending Stacy?

     “Pull and twist them.  Make them hurt just like your tits hurt,” said Mark

     “Like that?” asked Stacy?  Mark exhaled to control the pain.  She squeezed his gonads as she turned her wrist, pulling his scrotum toward her.

     “Yes, like that.  They hurt like hell; so does my asshole.  They’ve also seen a lot of action today.  I did a job for the Posse earlier,” said Mark.

     “What kind of a job,” asked Stacy relaxing her grip slightly?

     “Can you keep your mouth shut?  I could get in trouble with Mike and the others if they found out I told you.”

     “I won’t say a word.  I promise,” said Stacy tightening her grip.  She found herself enjoying the pained expression on his handsome face.

     “I arranged a down low party for some of the city hall crowd,” said Mark reaching down to capture her clit between two fingers.  He pinched the tip and pulled.  Instantly, she realized Zack’s clit snaps had left lasting effects.  Her button was swollen and inflamed. Its angry head was poking out between her labia.  The pressure of Mark’s fingers was extremely painful.

     “Down low party, what’s that,” asked Stacy taking one testicle in her hand and squeezing.  For some unexplained reason she was getting the sense they were enjoying causing each other pain.

     “It’s when a bunch of married guys get together for sex.”

     “With hookers?”

     “No, it was guys only,” said Mark.  “Men on the down low are married guys who are cheating on their wives having sex with other men.”

    “Is that a common thing,” asked Stacy totally amazed at what Mark was telling her.

    “More common than you would think,” said Mark continuing to torment Stacy’s breasts and clit.

    “If they have wives, why don’t they stay home and screw them?”

    “Shit, I don’t know.  All I do know is that a half dozen of Cambridge’s city government like to get together every month for man to man sex,” said Mark.  “I got invited a few months back.”

    “How did you manage that?”

    “I hung out in the right chat room until I made contact with one of the group.  I did a one on one with him a couple of times.  I let him suggest I get together some young guys for a party.”

     “How did you know it was him?”

     “That’s a secret,” said Mark capturing Stacy’s nipple in his teeth and pulling it        

     “So were you a pitcher or a catcher,” asked Stacy realizing what Mark meant.  Mike had told Mark what to do.  “No, don’t answer.  I can tell.”  Her fingers moved past his balls to his anus.  She slipped her forefinger in his butthole and pulled it hard to one side.  It felt dry and extremely warm.   Mark moaned in pain when she scraped her nail across the wrinkled tissue.

     “Ouch, some of both but mainly I was catching.  My butt hole has been drilled hard by fat pricks with big dicks,” said Mark squirming in response to Stacy’s finger.  “It was a busy afternoon.  They were all hopped up on Viagra.”

     “Where did this take place?”

     “Here,” said Mark closing his eyes giving Stacy the impression he was feasting on the pain she was causing him.

     “So your cock and balls are sore from overuse?” asked Stacy as she pressed the pad of her finger against the center of his sphincter.

     “As well as my nipples and asshole,” said Mark.  “Even my mouth and tongue are sore.”

     “From sucking dick?”

     “Yes, I’m a cocksucker, a low down pig cocksucker,” said Mark before leaning forward to put his lips against hers.  He put his hand on the back of Stacy’s head forcing her lips against his.  When he pulled away, she tasted blood.

     “My mouth’s raw too,” said Stacy licking her lips.

     “From sucking dick?”

     “Yes, and licking pussy and eating asshole’s assholes,” said Stacy.

     “Was Mike at your down low party, asked Stacy?

     “Of course not, none of the Posse was there,” said Mark.  “I took care of everything.”

     “Just you and city hall?”

     “I had some friends there to help out, a couple of twinks I know,” said Mark.

     “You’ve lost me again.  Twink is also missing from my vocabulary.”

     “Slender young boys who appeal to older men, it’s the male version of a blonde bimbo.  It’s a gay term.”

     “Old men and young boys, I wish I’d been there to watch,” said Stacy as she leaned down to take Mark’s nipple in her mouth.  She sucked hard as he hissed in pain.

     “It’s all on DVD but I don’t have a copy,” said Mark slipping a finger in Stacy’s vagina.  “You’re dry.”

     “I’m dehydrated.  My glands have been pumping for hours.  The well’s empty,” said Stacy once again moving her hand from Mark’s scrotum to his rectum.   Mark squirmed when she pushed her finger against his sphincter.  “Do you like to perform for the camera?”

     “It wasn’t like when we filmed you.  The cameras were hidden.  It was controlled remotely,” said Mark pushing his fingers deeper into Stacy scraping the dry walls of her vagina.

     “Oh fuck that hurts,” said Stacy.

     “Want me to stop,” asked Mark?

     “Yes, no, its weird but I’m getting off on the pain,” said Stacy.

     “What do you like best, girls or boys,” asked Mark?

     “Girls are nicer, more sensitive, and more concerned with their partner’s pleasure,” said Stacy forcing her sore hole to contract around Mark’s fingers increasing her pain.

     “But,” asked Mark?

     “The guys I’ve fucked are brutal, uncaring, and could give a shit less whether I get off.  But for reasons that should put me in a psyche ward I like it that way,” said Stacy.

    “So, decision time,” asked Mark?

    “I need both,” said Stacy working her finger deeper into Mark’s sphincter.  “Do you like being fucked in the ass by older men?”

    “Yes, do you,” asked Mark?

    “You know I do.  How about the Twinks?  Did they have a good time?”

    “They were getting paid, but the money wasn’t that great.  Twinks like the attention of older men.  That’s all part of being a twink,” said Mark.

    “There a bottle of lube in the bedroom.  Want me to get it,” asked Stacy?

    “If I say no, do you want me to stop,” asked Mark?

    “Not really, I just don’t understand exactly what we’re doing here,” said Stacy.

    “We’ve both done questionable things today.”

    “Such as,” asked Stacy?

    “For one, you whipped the shit out of Adriana.  You practically peeled the skin off her butt.”

    “I was trying to help her out. They might have killed her if she hadn’t gone along.”

    “Liar, I could tell from your expression you were enjoying yourself.  Each time that cane landed on her ass you loved it.”

    “Maybe,” said Stacy thoughtfully.

    “So we both deserve to suffer,” said Mark.

    “Punishment for bad behavior,” said Stacy.  “You’re right we deserve to be punished, especially sexually.”

    “Get on top,” said Mark lying down on the couch.

    “God I’m dry,” said Stacy as she straddled him attempting to force his cock in her vagina.

    “I don’t give a shit.  Make it go in,” said Mark reaching up to grab and twist Stacy’s nipples.

    Mark hissed in pain as his raw cock scraped along the walls of Stacy’s opening.

    Somehow the pain in her nipples and sex was something more than just pain.  Instinctively she reached behind her to grab Mark’s scrotum.

    “Does that hurt,” asked Stacy pulling hard on his ball sack as she squeezed his testicles?

    “Fuck yes, don’t stop,” gasped Mark starting to thrust into Stacy.

    “Bite my nipples,” said Stacy leaning forward to offer her breasts to Mark.  His teeth sunk into her soft flesh drawing blood.  Stacy’s fingers crushed his nipples causing him to whimper in pain.  Each thrust of his cock was like a hot knife ripping into her body.

   Mark delivered a hard slap to the side of Stacy’s breast then repeated the act with the other.  Stacy grabbed Mark’s nipple and attempted to lift him up by it.  He wailed in pain.

    They hurt each other as they fucked.  There abused flesh magnified the pain.  At some point, Mark rolled on top of her.  He furiously pounded into her sore pussy grinding his pubic bone against her protesting clitoris.  Her nails raked his back drawing blood.

    Finally, covered in sweat and almost numb with pain they climaxed.  When Stacy looked at her hands, Mark’s blood formed red half moons under her nails.  His blood streaked cock rested on her thigh.

    “You two are fucking crazy,” said Lou startling them.  He was standing in the doorway his arm around a sleepy looking Adriana.      

 

   

       

 

Chapter 16 Partying with Portia

 

    “It was a fucking arsenal,” said Stacy as she and Portia walked into the school library discussing the poker party.  It was early evening Saturday and the two hadn’t had an opportunity to talk until then.  Stacy had slept till noon then spent her afternoon at the skeet range while Portia worked ten minimum wage hours playing for a dance rehearsal.  

    “Any hand grenades, RPGs, mortars,” asked Portia?

    “No, don’t be silly.  Semi-automatic pistols for the most part.  But there were several assault rifles and automatic shotguns and a box of stun grenades like swat teams use,” said Stacy as they reached the area in the back of the building.  Fortunately it was almost empty.  There were several rows of tables equipped with computer workstations intended for research.  The girls took a seat as far away as possible from the other students.

    “Did you recognize any of the makes,” asked Portia?

    “Of course, my dad is a gun collector and for that matter I own several semi-autos of the same make,” said Stacy.

    “Oh yeah, the skeet thing,” said Portia.  “I keep forgetting you are a gun nut. There aren’t a lot of those at Harvard.  Name a brand.  I want to look it up.”

    “Glock, that’s what most policeman carry,” said Stacy spelling the name as Portia launched a WEB search engine and keyboarded the manufacturer’s name.

    “German made, expensive, I had no idea a pistol cost that much,” said Portia looking at her search results.

    “They were mostly expensive German or Swiss models, top of the line, Glock, H&K, Walther.  There was a Sig Sauer nine millimeter identical to one my Dad gave me for my sixteenth birthday,” said Stacy.  “There were also several cases of ammunition.  And there was a box of Saturday night specials sitting on the floor.”

    “Saturday night specials,” questioned Portia?

    “Inexpensive handguns sold in the inner city and used to hold up convenience stores,” said Stacy.  “There was even an MP5-N assault rifle.  That’s what Navy Seals use.”

    “Why would Mike Cabreeze need an arsenal?”

    “Paranoia, preparing for Armageddon or he’s like my dad, a collector.  Policemen are often gun hobbyists,” said Stacy.

    “Value?  What was it all worth?”

    “Thirty to fifty thousand being conservative, maybe more,” said Stacy after thinking for a minute.

    “I suppose you weren’t able to look in the safe,” said Portia.

    “I had neither time nor combination.”

    “People have a tendency to forget combinations especially if they don’t use them that often.  It may be nearby written inconspicuously or an anniversary date,” said Portia.  “What else?”

    “I’ll remember that if I get another chance to look.  There was a file cabinet containing files with people’s names on the tabs including a fat one labeled with my name.  It wasn’t alphabetized.  I was right in front.”

    “Did you recognize any of the other names?”

    “A couple sounded familiar but not really.  There were photos, video cassettes, and even DVDs.  I was too busy looking at my own to take a good look at anyone else’s.  The bastard had a copy of my high school transcript, my college grades, and the letters of recommendation my teachers wrote to get me admitted to Harvard.  And pictures, lots of pictures, even my parent’s yearbook pictures the year they graduated med school.”

    “Pictures of you,” asked Portia?

    “Yes, walking to class, at the skeet range, taken with a telephoto lens for the most part.  There was even one of me taking a douche in the Ladies Locker Room at Universal Fitness.  How he got that I can’t even hazard a guess,” said Stacy.

    “Probably bribed someone.  Was it covered with pecker tracks,” asked Portia?

    “Huh?”

    “Had he used it to jerk off?  Were there spots of dried semen on the picture?”

    “Frankly I didn’t notice. The light wasn’t that good,” said Stacy laughing at the image of Mike Cabreeze jerking off on her picture.

    “Blasting your load all over a girl’s picture is considered the in thing among trendy perverts.  I wonder what’s in the safe.”

    “Money for sure, he gave Zack seventy five hundred dollars.  They didn’t act like it was a big deal either.”

    “Probably keeps a few thousand handy for emergencies.  The real money is either in an off shore bank in the Cayman Islands or a safe deposit box.  Next time you in their inner sanctum, write down the manufacturer and model number of the safe.”

    “Why? Are we going to rob them?”

    “No, but there could be something useful inside although I cannot imagine what.  My high school had several students who could not write a simple sentence or multiply single digit numbers but who could open a safe that would defeat Harry Houdini.  What was the name of the cocaine supplier?”

    “Cardozo Brothers, at least I think that was what Mike said,” said Stacy.

    Portia turned to the screen and keyboarded the search criteria.  Seconds later the screen reported zero results. Portia tried several different combinations of criteria but each came up empty.

    “Nada, if they are Columbian drug lords, they need to hire a PR firm.  The Internet has never heard of them,” said Portia when the search engine failed to find a reference.  “Any other names?”

    “Leslie Cabot, she will distribute the Ecstasy tablets the Israeli flight attendant delivers.”

    Stacy watched as the screen filled with a list of WEB pages referencing Leslie Cabot.

    “Leslie Cabot, party person, she’s rich. I’m surprised you don’t know her,” said Portia peering at the results of her WEB search.

    “It may surprise you to learn we rich don’t all congregate together like penguins on the same ice foe.  God, does the woman do anything beside pose for photographers?” said Stacy looking at the computer screen as Portia clicked through photo after photo of Leslie Cabot from the Society Section of the Boston Globe.  There were multiple photographs of her with the movers and shakers of Boston society.

    “Goes to the right parties, fucks the right people, what’s that old saying?  The Cabots speak only to the Lowells and the Lowells only to God,” said Portia.

    “The Cabots must have gone down market.  I’d say Leslie Cabot speaks to pretty much everyone,” said Stacy.  “Of course many of those are charity affairs.”

    “Ever been to one?”

    “Once or twice with my mother when dad couldn’t make it, boring, very boring.”

    “I’ll check the blogs for Leslie Cabot, socialite,” said Portia.

    “Think she’s an apt subject for bloggers,” asked Stacy?

    “Anything and anybody is subject to the bloggers. Bingo!”

    “What?”

    “Leslie Cabot of Beverly Farms, Massachusetts has her own WEB page and blog,” said Portia.

    “Weird.”

    “Not really, there are an estimated eight million bloggers in the US and sixty million worldwide. You should start one.  I could design and program www.staciagtodd.com.”

    “I could list and rate all the people I’ve screwed since I met Mike.  But thank you, no.  What’s on Leslie’s blog?”

    “Parties, restaurant openings, club dates, rants and raves, the girl gets around,” said Portia looking at a picture of Leslie dancing at the opening of a new club.  There was another of her standing on a bandstand singing with a band.

    “She’s pretty and she can sing,” said Stacy.  “She doesn’t look much older than us. I’d say late twenties, early thirties.”

    “You’re much prettier,” said Portia.

    “Thank you, I was not looking for complements but I thank you anyway,” said Stacy.

    “You also have a better figure,” said Portia.

    “Thank you again, now stop,” said Stacy hugging Portia.  “I feel like celebrating my surviving the poker party without getting whipped, slapped, or having pliers attached to my nipples.  I give you credit for that.  Let’s go get a beer.  I’m buying.”

    “Before we go, I want to show you something,” said Portia accessing another WEB site.

    “Lt. Michael Cabreeze receives award for outstanding service,” read Stacy aloud once the screen filled.

   It was the WEB site for the Cambridge Police Department.  There was a picture of Mike smiling at the camera as he received a plaque from the Mayor of Cambridge.

 

***

   

    “Hi Portia,” said Monk greeting Stacy and Portia as they walked by.  He and Les were seated outside a coffee shop in Harvard Square.  Les was strumming a guitar while Monk was composing.

    “Hello Monk, hi Les,” said Stacy making an extra effort to be friendly to Portia’s friends something she’d neglected in the past.  The two girls had drunk four beers at the Harvard Brew Shop and were walking back through the square to their dorm room.  They were reasonably drunk.  It was a warm late spring night and even though it was after ten o’clock the square was still crowded.

    “Sit down a minute.  Tell me what you think,” said Monk handing the sheets of music to Portia.

    “Where you girls been,” asked Les speaking to Stacy?

    “Getting wasted,” said Stacy.  

    “You ever figure out what happened to you that night you passed out,” asked Les?

    “It was like you thought.  I was at a house party over by MIT.  Somebody slipped me some drugs, probably Ecstasy.  I passed out cold.  My fellow students took advantage of my comatose state.  Don’t remember much,” said Stacy.

    “And then it was all aboard Stacy,” said Monk.  “What was the point of the writing on your ass?”

    “Probably just somebody goofing on me,” said Stacy.

    “You hadn’t been fucking some bitch’s man or woman,” asked Les?

    “No, I have been chaste since I got to Harvard,” said Stacy.

    “The motive was sex not revenge,” said Portia studying the music sheets.  “This is pretty good.  But you still need to work on it.”

    “You girls want to smoke,” asked Monk?  “We got some BC Bud, hydroponically grown in Vancouver with an out of sight THC content.”

    “I’m up for a smoke if Stacy is,” said Portia.  “But before you answer, Stacy, I should tell you that Monk and Les might try to take advantage of us.  Every time they get me high I wind up accepting some of their body fluids.”

    “Don’t they know we’re not that kind of girls,” said Stacy laughing.  “We’re saving ourselves for our future husbands.”

    “Portia usually lets us fool around with her when we go in the alley to smoke,” said Les looking hopefully at Stacy.

   “Portia Douglass, I am shocked. Have you allowed these young men to enjoy your favors in return for drugs,” said Stacy.

   “Guilty, I’m a fallen woman.  I should be punished,” said Portia.

   “Before I decide your punishment, I need to see first hand what disgusting sexual acts were committed on your person,” said Stacy.

    Moments later, the four were sitting on the curb in a dark alley near Harvard Square passing around a joint.

    “Are these real,” asked Les slipping his hand inside Stacy’s bra?

    “Portia, do I have your permission to kill Les,” asked Stacy after taking a deep puff, holding it for eight seconds and exhaling.

    “Only if you promise to do it in some incredibly painful way where he suffers unspeakably agonies for days,” said Portia.

    “It’s a legitimate question. They’re bigger that average,” said Les slowly massaging Stacy’s right breast.  He was surprised she didn’t object as he filled his hand with her warm breast.

    “My mother’s were bigger than average.  That’s why my father married her,” said Stacy.

    “So your Dad is a tit man,” asked Monk.

    “Stacy’s dad is a famous thoracic surgeon,” said Portia.  “God, this dope is incredible.  I can’t feel my face.”

    “Tits are located on the thorax.  Does your Dad do augmentations?’ asked Les.

    “No, he doesn’t do cosmetic surgery.  He’s pretty much dedicated to heart bypass operations these days,” said Stacy.  “He also does transplants.”

    “Serious stuff, my dad had a triple bypass.  He’s quit smoking and lost thirty pounds.  So yours are real?” said Les.

   “Here, find out for yourself,” said Stacy unbuttoning her blouse then reaching in to remove her breast from the bra cup.

    “How,” asked Les?

    “Suck hard on my nipple.  Augmented breasts are filled with a saline solution.  If you taste saline, they’re fake,” said Stacy holding her breast toward Les.

    “Saline should taste salty, right,” asked Les as he bent over and took Stacy’s nipple in his mouth.

    “Yes, moron, saline refers to salty like in the sea.  Here, Monk, suck mine as a control,” said Portia as she lifted her tee shirt to allow Monk to suck her braless breasts.

    “I could taste a little salt,” said Les.

    “Me too,” said Monk after he had sucked Portia’s nipple.

    “This experiment could be tainted by the fact that it is a warm night and we have been perspiring.  Sweat has a salt component,” said Stacy.

    “We need more data.  Monk, suck Stacy’s other nipple and Les you do this one,” said Portia holding up her unsucked breast.

    “They’re both equally salty,” declared Les after spending a few seconds on Portia’s nipple.

    “You caught me.  I was a thirty triple A before I went to Mexico and became a thirty four B light,” said Portia.

    “I must confess also. My dad did mine in our home OR.  Now that you know our terrible secret, I suppose you don’t want to have sex with us,” said Stacy.

    “I don’t care if they’re not real,” said Les leaning over to take Stacy’s nipple in his mouth as he reached between her legs to massage her jean-covered crotch.  Stacy pulled his head to hers and they kissed as she reached for his crotch.

     “You guys are just feeling sorry for us poor pathetic females who in our misguided desire to attract the male sex mutilate our bodies.  I was so looking forward to a power quickie.  Now I know it will be a pity fuck,” said Portia.

    “I’m sorry. I’ll never mention it again,” said Les.  “I think they’re very pretty even if they are fakes.”

    “You’re just saying that to be nice,” said Stacy.  “My unnatural boobs disgust you.”

    “No, honestly, I meant it,” said Les.

    “And you’ll still let me suck your cock if I ask pretty please,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, for sure,” said Les.

    “What do you think, Portia,” asked Stacy.

    “I think they’re just feeling sorry for us.  However, we girls with false knockers can’t be choosy,” said Portia.

    “All right, let’s see your equipment.  Stand up and pull it out, pretty please,” said Stacy.

    “Yours too, Monk,” said Portia.  “I just hope you’re not doing this because you feel sorry for me.”

    Stacy put her hand around the shaft of Les’s cock as she put the head in her mouth.  Her other hand cupped his balls as she passed her tongue over the Prince Albert.  The narrow alley filled with the sound of two noisy drunken blowjobs punctuated by the click of Portia’s tongue stud against the large ring passing through Monk’s penis.

    “Let’s switch,” said Portia after a few minutes.

    The two girls passed the boy’s cocks back and forth occasionally stopping to tongue kiss one another.

    “I need to be penetrated,” said Stacy standing up.  Stacy unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down to her knees.  She pulled the crotch of her panty out of her butt crack to one side as she leaned forward placing her elbows on top of a garbage can.  Stacy spit on her fingers then reached down to rub the spit on her clitoris.

    “Me too, mount up, Roy Rogers,” said Portia standing up to push her jeans down.

    Moments later, the sounds of licking and slurping had changed to grunts.  Stacy and Portia were bent over resting one forearm on the top of the same garbage can as Monk and Les pounded their cocks into their vaginas.  The girls were kissing while one free hand massaged their clit.

    “I can feel the Prince Albert,” said Stacy between kisses.

    “And,” asked Portia?

    “It feels damn good.”

    Stacy and Portia focused their efforts toward providing the two boys the best fuck possible in a garbage-strewn alleyway. Stacy pushed out of her mind that the occasional movement in the shadows was one of the sewer rats that called Harvard Square home. They finished within seconds of one another ending in a frenzy of hard thrusts that caused both girls to hold tightly to the garbage can as semen filled their pussies.

   “How about another smoke,” asked Les when they had caught their breath?

   “Sure, why not,” said Stacy.

   “Then can we do it again,” asked Monk?

   “Sure, why not,” said Portia.

Chapter 17 Dorm Orgy

 

    “BC Bud makes you so horny.  I’m going to give my new vibrator a try as soon as I get to the room,” said Stacy as she and Portia made their unsteady way toward their dorm.  The girls were giggling and holding hands.  It was almost one in the morning.  After a third round of intercourse, they’d left an exhausted Monk and Les in the alley smoking another joint.

    “Me too, three acts of intercourse were not enough for two lusty young lasses,” added Portia before shouting, “We need more cock.”

    “Good evening, Stacy,” said Sgt. Roger Ebbers stepping unexpectedly out of the shadows.

    “Dammit, Sgt. Ebbers, you scared the shit out of me,” said Stacy.

    “Is that the Sgt. Ebbers who takes advantage of drunken coeds,” asked Portia?

    “Yes, Mike’s friend, and you must be Corporal Woods,” said Stacy referring to the tall black man standing behind the Sergeant.

    “Make it Roger and Avery, no need to be so formal,” said Roger.  “What have you girl’s been up to this evening?”

    “Let’s see. We went to the library and did some research.  Next we had several glasses of pale ale at the Brew House.  On the way back, we ran into a couple of guys.  We smoked marijuana imported from Canada then we sucked their cocks and fucked them,” said Portia leaning against the wall surrounding Harvard yard to steady herself.

    “We did the smoke and fuck part thrice. But we’re still horny so we’re on our way home to jerk off,” said Stacy giggling as she turned to face the corporal.

    “You girls look pretty out of it,” said Avery stepping close to Stacy.

    “We are totally out of it,” said Portia.

    “And completely unable to resist should big strong policeman choose to take advantage of our drug induced helplessness,” said Stacy placing her boobs against the Corporal’s chest.

    “Now why would we do that,” asked Avery stepping closer to Stacy as he reached down to pull her against him.

    “Perhaps because you’re horny but I don’t think you are anywhere near as horny as we are,” said Stacy reaching down to unzip Avery’s uniform trousers.  She put her one arm around his neck as she kissed him passionately while working her way past her boxers to take a firm grip on his manhood

    “You girls want to party,” asked Roger?

    “Party no, I want to go to my dorm room, get naked and fuck you,” said Portia putting her arms around Roger.  “I’m really out of it so you can do what you want with me, even anal.”

    “Sergeant, I suggest we make sure these two inebriated students safely reach their room,” said Avery wanting to go somewhere private before his supervisor caught him getting a hand job from a coed.

    “I agree.  It’s our duty to make sure no mischief befalls them in their vulnerable condition,” said Roger holding Portia upright.

 

***

 

“You said you just got fucked three times.  Does that mean there are three loads in your hole?” whispered Roger his fingers sliding easily into Portia’s vagina.

    The four had helped each other shed their clothes as soon as they entered the dorm room.  Stacy fell to her knees and began noisily sucking Avery’s cock.  Avery was seated on her bed with Stacy kneeling in front of him.

    “Three hot loads of semen, less than an hour old,” said Portia pressing her crotch against Roger’s fingers slowly riding his hand against her sex.

    “It’s still warm.  Who were they?” said Roger.

    “Monk and Les, they’re students, and like me of the Goth variety,” said Portia her hand stroking Roger’s cock.

    “I know them.  They’re cool.  You and Stacy did them tonight?” asked Roger.

    “It’s their jism you’re stirring around inside my pussy,” said Portia.

    “I want to eat your cum filled cunt,” said Roger

    “Sounds very perverted,” said Portia lying back on the bed and spreading her ringed labia apart.  “Roger, you’re a creampie eater.  Come and get your dessert.”

   “You think I’m a sicko for wanting to eat another guy’s jism out of your snatch,” said Roger lying on the narrow bed beside Portia.

    “Yes, but I adore sickos.  Let’s sixty-nine.  You get on the bottom.  That way all the good stuff will drip in your mouth,” said Portia rolling over on top of Roger with her head pointed toward his feet.      Portia positioned herself to take his cock in her mouth as she put her finger in his anus. She laughed to herself as she felt the security guard’s mouth form around her opening.  Portia contracted her abdomen expelling some of the contents onto Roger’s lapping tongue.    

    “God, it’s absolutely gorgeous,” said Stacy admiring Avery’s black cock before passing her pink tongue over the tip.

    “You’ll have to pardon my roommate, Avery.  You are her first African American fuck,” said Portia raising her head off Roger’s cock.

    “Is that true,” asked Avery?

    “Sad, but true,” said Stacy holding up Avery’s cock to lick his testicles.  Stacy knew it was not quite true.  In Mike’s DVD, Stacy had sex with a black porn actor but since she still had no memory of it, it didn’t count in her view.

    “Stacy went to a segregated high school,” said Portia who at the moment was performing in the sixty-nine position with Roger.

     “Not true, there was a black girl named Sherry Yeager. Her dad used to play baseball,” said Stacy pressing her fingers under Avery’s scrotum.

    “I remember Stuart Yeager.  He was a hell of a ball player.  You ever make it with her,” asked Avery?

    “No, I was very innocent in high school,” said Stacy her hands working Avery’s nuts as her mouth slid up and down on his cock.

    “What changed?”

    “I got to college and decided to expand my horizons,” said Stacy sliding on top of Avery.  She rose up, straddled him, positioned his cock at her entrance then slowly impaled herself on his penis.  Body fluids streamed out of Stacy’s vagina as Avery’s cock passed inside.

    “God it’s good.  Marry me, Avery,” said Stacy moving up and down.

    “I’m already married,” said Avery.

    “Divorce her, I got season tickets to the Red Sox,” said Stacy contracting her abdominal muscles as she rose up.

    “I’m a Celtics fan.  That’s some set of tits, you got there baby,” said Avery placing his hands on Stacy’s breasts.

    “I’ll buy you a luxury box at the Garden but you have to promise to fuck me every day,” said Stacy.

    “A luxury box, just for a daily fuck, you’re a crazy bitch,” said Avery.

    “Better say yes, Avery. Stacy’s rich,” said Portia sitting straddle Roger’s face.  His mouth was sucking hard on her vaginal opening.

    “It’s the booze and the dope talking,” said Avery rolling over on top of Stacy.  “Tomorrow, I’ll just be another black notch on a white girl’s bedpost.”

    “Fuck me hard, Avery.  If you do I’ll rim your nasty asshole and you can fuck mine,” said Stacy bent double under the large black man pounding his cock in her.

 

***

   

    “My mouth feels like a duck shit in it,” said Portia the next morning.  It was almost noon. Roger and Avery had left before dawn to report back to the station.  The girls were still in bed nursing hangovers.

    “I’ll never drink another drop of pale ale as long as I live.  What time did they leave?”

    “Four I think.  I can’t believe you got Avery to go down on you.  Black men have a thing about not eating pussy especially white pussy,” said Portia.

    “I didn’t know that.  How come you learned all the useful stuff in public schools and I didn’t learn shit in private schools?  I bet no one I graduated with knew black men do not eat white pussy.”

    “That’s actually an urban myth.  Avery ate yours and mine too when we formed that daisy chain,” said Portia.

    “So it’s not true,” said Stacy.

    “If you ask Avery in public if he’s willing to eat white pussy, he’d say no fucking way but put one in his face and his other brain starts thinking for him,” said Portia.

    “Avery is married. Is Roger married?”

    “Yes, her name is Cindy.  She’s a nurse at Mass General and she has never allowed poor Roger to fuck her in the ass no matter how hard he begs,” said Portia.  “Funny, the things married men tell you about the little woman at home after they’ve screwed you.  I suppose that’s their way of communicating you’re only a fuck not the beginnings of a lifetime relationship.”

    “Avery’s wife, Eva, teaches second grade in East Boston. She’s vying for a promotion to Assistant Principal but he doesn’t think she’ll get it because she won’t put out for the school superintendent.   They have a little girl whose name is, and you are not going to believe this, Stacia.  Isn’t that a weird coincidence?”

    “I can just picture him going home to his wife and saying, ‘Guess what, honey, this white bitch I screwed last night was named Stacia.  Isn’t it a small world?’ ” said Portia laughing.

    “What would you do if you caught your husband sleeping with another woman,” asked Stacy?

    “Is it a matter of if or when?  I’d leave him, but maybe not.  Suppose we had four kids and his paycheck was keeping them fed.  I suppose that is one of those bridges you cross when you get to it,” said Portia.  “As far as I know my parents have always been faithful which makes it strange since they raised two sluts for daughters.”

    “My mother’s caught my father screwing around,” said Stacy.  “I overheard them arguing about it.”

    “With a nurse, I bet.  Doctors are always banging their nurses.”

    “Once it was a nurse but the other time, she was a hospital administrator,” said Stacy.

    “What did your mom do,” asked Portia?

    “Cried, screamed, broke an expensive vase left him for a few days but they got back together after he promised to never see her again.  That was one of the reasons I had such strong feelings about sex with married men,” said Stacy.  “It seemed like a big step into immorality when I decided to have sex with Mike especially after he showed me pictures of the wife and kids then made a speech about the importance of family.  That was right before I sucked his cock.”

    “Circumstances change, besides in your case, blowing Mike was not a matter of choice, married or not.  Come to think of it, Sgt. Ebbers may be the first married man I ever had sex with.  You have lead me astray, Stacia Todd,” said Portia.

    “Avery wasn’t wearing a wedding ring not that it would have made a difference last night.   I was so wasted and horny I would have screwed him anyway,” said Stacy.

    “It’s not our fault. It’s theirs.  They’re the ones violating their wedding vows.  We’re just a pair of floozies out for a good time. Changing the subject, what’s next with Lieutenant Mike?”

    “I have to go on dates with Mark and Faye,” said Stacy.  “I’m being forced to repay them for having falsely arrested me.  How’s that for justice?”

    “Who’s Faye?”

    “Faye Sellers, the female half of the security guards who arrested me.  She is a lesbian.  I’m going to some kind of lesbian affair with her weekend after next.  Mike says she is very excited about it and I should do whatever she wants to make her happy.”

    “I see serious cunnilingus in your future.  Fortunately, I have taught you the finer points of munching rug.  You said you and Mark really got it on at the poker party,” said Portia.

    “Yes, he was the finale and a damn good one.  He almost caught me coming out of the Posse’s secret room.  I fucked his brains out to make him forget where he found me.  We went at it like there was no tomorrow.  I have a day date with him next Saturday.”

   “Day date, that sounds a little odd,” said Portia.

   “I’m not too concerned about it.  Mark’s the nicest one of Mike’s Posse.  I can handle him.”

Chapter 18 Conjugal Visit

 

    “Why are you driving so fast?  Do you want to get pulled over?” asked Stacy eying the speedometer on Mark’s Hyundai.  They were driving west on the Massachusetts Turnpike at over eighty-five miles per hour.

     “We’ve got to be there by 11:00AM or we don’t get in, no exceptions,” said Mark sounding worried.  “I don’t want to piss Dad off.  He gets ornery when I screw up.”

    Stacy had noticed that in contrast to his relaxed state at the card party which had ended with an incredible one on one fuck between the two of them, Mark appeared nervous and jumpy.  He had barely spoken to her since he picked her up in front of the dorm.

     “We just passed Exit 42.  You said it was right off Exit 44.  We should be close,” said Stacy once again feeling exposed in the short skirt and tight knit sweater.  When she had last worn her working girl clothes as she and Portia dubbed them, it was night.  Being dressed that way in the cold light of day had a different feel to it.  

    “You’re not married?” asked Stacy engaging in some small talk to pass the time.  Learning as much as possible about the members of Mike’s Posse was also part of the plan Portia and she had devised.  They’d decided to build complete dossiers on each of the six Posse members.   Portia had been searching the WEB to establish the basics: date of birth, marital status, education, etc.  The fact that a majority of the Posse was married with at least two children surprised her.

    “I was once but we divorced.  It only lasted a year.  How about you?” asked Mark?

    “No, I’m just a sophomore in college,” said Stacy finding the idea Mark thought she could have been married a trifle strange.   “Marriage is a long way off.  I want to complete school and establish a career before I look for a husband.”

    “I got married right out of high school.   We got along when we were dating but fought like cats and dogs every day we were married.  After the divorce, I joined the air force to get some college but things didn’t work out.  I’ve got a two year degree,” said Mark.

    “What would you like to do,” asked Stacy?

    “Get my four year degree then become a policeman.  Mike said he would get me into the Criminal Justice program at Northeastern.  After I graduate, he’ll pull some strings to get me hired.”

    “That’s nice of him,” said Stacy.

    “Mike’s a great guy.  He’s helped a lot of people.”

    “Yes, he’s all that.  I’m lucky to be dating him,” said Stacy.  “Are the other members of the Posse as nice as Mike?”

    “Some are.  Some aren’t.  Lou’s all right.  Zack is hard to get to know.  Just between us, Brad and Bobby can be a pain in the ass,” said Mark.

    “Most of the Posse are married,” said Stacy still trying to understand the casual attitude toward adultery exhibited by Mike and the others.  Stacy had already mentioned to Portia her suspicion fidelity did not seem to be part of Posse marriages.

    “Except for Zack, he just got divorced from Wife Number Three.”

    “He’s not that old.  What do their wives think when their husbands don’t get home until three in the morning?”

    “Friday night is husband’s night out.  Saturday they take the wife out somewhere nice.  There’s an understanding about that.”

   “So the wives don’t ask any questions like who have you been fucking this evening, dear,” said Stacy surprised at what Mark was saying.  She had a hard time picturing herself ignoring any future’s husband regular Friday absence until three in the morning.

    “Not unless they want a rap in the mouth,” said Mark.

    “And the wife stays home with the children while the husband goes whoring,” said Stacy still in a state of disbelief.

    “Right, it’s kind of a tradition for a policeman’s marriage.  There’s lot of stress being a cop.  Being out with a girl friend helps them unwind.  Friday night is girl friend’s night and Saturday is the wife’s,” said Mark repeating himself.

    “How about the wife?  Does she get to go out one night?”

    “Sure, with her girlfriends or other cop’s wives, nothing wrong with that.”

    “Who do they screw on their night out?”

    “No one, at least they better not if they know what’s good for them,” said Mark giving Stacy a condescending look.  “Zack caught his second wife screwing the pizza delivery guy.  He beat the shit out of both of them.  He would have gone away except he’s a cop and they made it go away.”

    “So fidelity is a one way street?”

    “I suppose that’s one way of looking at it.”

    Stacy recalled the terrible period after her mother found out her father was sleeping with the administrator of the hospital.  “My parents almost got divorced over my father having an affair. I once swore I would never have an affair with a married man.”

    “There are lots of things in life we swear we would never do; but we wind up doing in spite of our earlier beliefs.  You’re just a beginner when it comes to adultery.  You fucked four married men the other night, hardly a record.  A busy hooker probably screws ten married men a day.”

    “Plus you and Zack,” said Stacy.

    “Plus all the guys you did in high school and college,” said Mark.

    “High school adds only two.  There were also two in the DVD Mike made of me; but since I was drugged I’m not sure they counted.  I don’t know whether they were married.”

    “They all count.  How many girls have you gone down on?”

    “Adriana, you saw me do her, the unknown girl in the DVD, and my roommate Portia. Those were all in the last ten days.”

    “You seem to be making up for lost time.  You’re leaving out a few.”

    “Who?”

    “Let’s see, after they finished filming, I did you but you already counted me.  The Zodiac crew took their turn.  Let’s see. Larry, the soundman, Bill and Ramon the camera guys, Morris, the lighting technician, plus, you’re going to love this, the great Mel Winslow himself, the fat fuck, that makes five.  And you and Corrine, the makeup and wardrobe, ate each other out like a pair of horny dykes.  Watching girl on girl sex is major cock hardening.”

    “Why do guys like to watch girls?”

    “It’s just the way we are,” said Mark.  “It was hot when Adriana went down on you after you caned her.  You swing a mean cane.  Mike said you were a natural dominant,” said Mark.

    “I was turned on too.  But I felt guilty about hurting her,” said Stacy.

   “She deserved it.  I was ready to blow another load after screwing her while she ate your pussy.  I jerk off at night thinking about it.  And when the two of us got together after everyone had left, that was one awesome mind blowing fuck.  My cock was sore the next day.”

    “Thank you, Mark, its sweet of you to say that.  I was sore also.  Oh, I forgot about the night Portia and I went out and got drunk.  I need to add four, Monk, Les, Roger, and Avery,” said Stacy.  Roger and Avery are married.  That makes seventeen men and four women total.  Fifteen of the men and all the women were in the last ten days.”  

    “That qualifies you for the title of super slut.  You look the part this morning.”

    “I was a wholesome jeans and tee shirt college girl until I met Mike Cabreeze.  My interest in clothes was zilch.  He makes me dress this way.”

    “Don’t get me wrong, you look terrific.  Mike’s a genius when it comes to knowing what makes people tick.  He saw something in you others didn’t see.   He’s changed a lot of people’s lives.  He’s ended a few too.”

    It had been a busy week at school for Stacy.  She had exams and a paper to turn in.  She was hoping Mark had forgotten about their so-called date. But Thursday night, she’d gotten a terse email.

 

     Stacy

     Pick you up in front of your dorm at 9:00AM Saturday.  Dress hot.  We’re going to see my dad.  It’s his birthday.
     Mark

 

    “Maybe he’s planning to marry you and he wants you to meet his family,” said Portia reading the email with Stacy.

    “By dress hot, he means like a tramp,” said Stacy.

    “Sex with dad and son, that should be different,” said Portia.  “It’s not on my lengthy sexual resume.  I’ll have to add it to my To Screw List.”

    “So where to,” asked Stacy climbing into Mark’s car at 9:15AM?

    “Mike didn’t tell you?”

    “No, he said you were taking me somewhere and we would be gone most of the day,” said Stacy.

    “A. J. Pullman Maximum Security Correctional Center, it’s out the Mass Pike almost to the state line,” said Mark,

    “A prison,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, its visiting day.  They allow conjugal visits,” said Mark.

    “I don’t understand.”

    “Not much to understand, my Dad’s fifty this month.  I wanted to give him something nice,” said Mark.

    “And something nice, that’s me,” asked Stacy?

    “Yeah, if he asks, tell Dad you normally charge five hundred for a half and half.  I want him to think I spent some serious dough on his gift,” said Mark.

    “Half and half, you’re losing me.”

    “Blow job and fuck.”

    “Half and half normally means half milk and half cream, interesting adaptation of the term.  I’ve never visited anyone in prison.  What’s it like?” asked Stacy.

    “Ugly, when we arrive, the fucking guards search us for contraband.  That’s mostly dope but sometimes its weapons.  Then we’re allowed to enter the dining hall where all the prisoners are waiting.  We get to spend four hours before they kick us out,” said Mark.

    “Do your Dad and I do it right there in the dining hall,” asked Stacy?

    “They have small areas sectioned off with curtains for screwing but you can blow him under the table.  Most of the women suck the guys off below deck as they call it.  Guys want as much sex as possible since conjugal is only once a month.”

    “Exactly how many times do I get to screw your father,” asked Stacy looking out the window at the countryside as she thought how morally low she had sunk in just a few weeks?

    “As many times as he wants,” said Mark.

    “And the guards don’t object?”

    “Not on visiting day,” said Mark.

    “What crimes did your Dad commit,” asked Stacy?

    “Killed some people,” said Mark.

    “Why?”

    “Shit, I don’t know.  Probably just because he felt like it.  They probably deserved it.”

    “Who were they?”

    “Two men and a woman don’t ask him any stupid questions like that.  He’ll get pissed.  Good, here’s our exit,” said Mark.

    Stacy heart sank when she saw the dark stonewalls of the prison in the distance.  I’m going to have sex with a murderer who killed three people thought Stacy as they pulled into the crowded parking lot.  He will be my eighteenth sexual partner, not exactly a milestone.

    “Hurry,” said Mark grabbing a bag out of the back seat containing several cartons of cigarettes.

    “Women to the left, men to the right,” bellowed a guard through a bullhorn to the mixed crowd milling about in the staging area.  Children were excitedly running around like they were about to be let in to an amusement park.

    One unusual thing Stacy noticed was that the women were almost all wearing short skirts and showing some cleavage.  Some of the older heavier women looked ridiculous.  I fit right in observed Stacy right down to my fuck me pumps.

    “See you on the other side,” said Mark moving to the right of the narrow hallway as the crowd formed into two lines.

    “First time to AJ’s?” asked a woman standing in line behind Stacy.

    “Yes, scary place, you’ve been here before?” said Stacy.

    “Yes, every month for the last two years, my husband’s doing a nickel for rendering.  I’m Grace,” said the short pudgy woman offering her hand.   Her oversized boobs were almost bursting over the top of her scoop necked sweater.  Her navy blue knit skit was stretched to the max and short enough to reveal a garter belt held up her stockings.  A pair of gold open toed backless slides with a three-inch heel completed her look.

    Compared to most of these women, I almost look respectable realized Stacy before she took the woman’s hand and replied.  “I’m Stacy.  Pardon me, but what exactly did you mean by nickel and rendering,”

    “You are new. Clyde was sentenced to five years for passing or rendering bad checks.  What did your guy do?”

    “Triple murder,” said Stacy deciding to sound tough.  “He’s not coming out except in a box.”

    “Must be difficult, surprised you’re still hanging in there at your age.  He must have friends on the outside keeping you in line,” said Grace.

     “This is a one time thing,” said Stacy.

     “Final fuck and good bye,” said Grace.  “Make it a good one.  From the looks of you, you shouldn’t have any trouble finding a replacement.”

     “What going to happen in there,” asked Stacy as they approached a doorway with a sign stating, “No Talking Beyond This Point”?  A guard was allowing one or two females to enter at a time.

    “If you’re lucky, they just pat you down.”

    “And if you’re not?”

    “Cavity search, next time you might want to look more like a soccer mom.  The matrons like to have their fun with professionals,” said Grace.

    “Professionals?”

    “Hookers,” said Grace.  “Look around, you’re not the only hooker being paid to hump a convict on visiting day.”

    “I’m a college student,” said Stacy noting several of the women nearby did look like prostitutes.

    “Sure you are, honey.  And I’m Grace Kelly.  Prince Rainer is waiting outside to take me back to Monaco as soon as I give my husband a blowjob.”

     Further discussion was ended as Stacy reached the doorway.

     “Toes on the yellow line, miss,” said the matron.

     Stacy didn’t have to wait line long before the matron barked, “Station 4,” sending her to a pair of female guards standing under a large sign containing the number four.  Stacy saw there was a square painted on the floor and the number four painted inside the square.

     Keep your cool Stacy told herself as she walked quickly to the position wishing she hadn’t dressed so provocatively.  Her feet already hurt from standing on the concrete floor in the four-inch pumps she was wearing.

     “Hold your arms straight out and don’t move,” said the matron who appeared to be charge.    Her nametag read Corporal Alma Withers.  She was a middle aged overweight black woman.   Her partner, Private Anne Simpkins, was a painfully thin white girl whose uniform hung off her like she had recently lost twenty pounds.

    Stacy did as she was told.  Private Simpkins passed a metal detecting wand over her as Corporal Withers dumped the meager contents of her purse out on the table and looked through them.  Following Portia’s suggestion, she had stripped her wallet down to driver’s license, one hundred dollars in cash and a small makeup bag.  Her credit cards and other identification were safely back in her dorm room.

    “Lift your sweater above your bra if you’re wearing one,” directed Private Simpkins.

    “Why,” asked Stacy looking around and seeing that none of the other women had their sweater raised.

    “Because she told you to, bitch,” said Corporal Withers stepping directly in front of Stacy putting her face inches from hers.

    “All right,” said Stacy grabbing the hem of her sweater and pulling it up over her bra.  She realized wearing the sheer see through bra Portia had picked out was a mistake. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material.  And since it was chilly, they were standing at attention.

    “Those real,” asked Corporal Withers slipping her cold hand inside the bra feeling underneath Stacy’s breasts?

    “They’re real.  I’m genetically gifted thanks to my mother,”

    “Does this feel real, smart mouth,” asked the matron as she pinched Stacy’s nipple hard digging her nails into the soft flesh.

    “Ouch, what the hell was that for,” asked Stacy?

    “You could hide a couple of ounces under those puppies,” said Corporal Withers sliding her hand into the other bra cup.

     “I’m not smuggling dope under my boobs,” said Stacy.

     “You sure about that,” said Corporal Withers pinching Stacy’s other nipple?

     “Yes, stop, please, you’re hurting me,” said Stacy wincing with pain.

     “What you charge for a fuck, honey,” asked the Corporal allowing her hand to fondle Stacy’s breast?

    “I charge five hundred for a half and half,” said Stacy repeating Mark’s lie.

    “Shit fire, bitch make more on a single trick than I make in a week,” said the Corporal as she removed her hand.  “Now, raise your skirt.”

    “Why? I don’t see anybody else having to do it,” said Stacy.

    “Sergeant Simmons,” yelled Corporal Withers.  “Need a cavity search.”

    “No, it’s all right,” said Stacy grabbing the hem of her skirt and pulling it up over her hips.

    “Too late, honey, we need to look in your box,” said the Corporal as a tall African American male guard appeared at Stacy’s side.

    “This way,” he said taking Stacy by the arm and leading her toward a doorway in the back of the room.

    “Where are you taking me?  What’s wrong?  I’m not hiding anything,” said Stacy.

    “Don’t say another word or you won’t get fucked this afternoon.  Got another one, Darlene,” said Sergeant Simmons as soon as they reached the doorway of a much smaller room.

     “Keep her there.  Be with you in a minute,” said the tall slender matron standing beside a gynecological table.  It was similar to the one Stacy’s doctor used, except it looked very old and worn and not that clean.

    Stacy was shocked at what she and the male guard were watching.  A dark haired woman, Stacy took to be in her thirties, was lying on the table with her legs in the stirrups.  There were tattoos on her ankles and thighs.  Her skirt was up around her waist.  Her panty was lying on a nearby chair.  She looked scared.

    Don’t panic thought Stacy.  You have got to get through this somehow.  My God the Sergeant is watching them cavity search that woman.  I thought there were rules against male guards being present when women were searched.  Portia told me that in prison the guards make the rules and I can see it’s true.

    “Take a deep breath,” said Darlene her gloved hand poised at the entrance to the woman’s vagina.

    The sound of the woman inhaling filled the room as the guard’s hand slipped past the ring of flesh surrounding the vaginal opening.

    “Fuck, you’re killing me,” said the woman groaning in pain.

    “Too bad,” said Darlene reaching even deeper inside the woman’s vagina.

    “You’re ripping my guts out,” protested the woman.

    “And what do we have here,” said Darlene removing her hand.  There was a small packet of white powder between the tips of the matron’s fingers.

    “Jesus, that’s not mine,” said the woman her raised head falling back on the table.

    “Do tell.  I suppose somebody filled your pussy with dope when you weren’t looking.  I didn’t get it all.  What did you do? Tamp it down with the end of a baseball bat?” said Darlene.

    “There’s no more.  I swear it,” said the woman starting to cry.

    Stacy watched in amazement as the matron after applying more lubricant to her gloved hand reached deeper inside the woman.  This time she wasn’t as gentle and the woman whimpered in pain as she twisted back and forth on the table.  The matron’s hand held several of the small packets when it emerged.

    “Now your hole’s empty.  What you got up your butt, honey?” asked Darlene?

    “Nothing, I swear to God,” said the woman.

    “You can swear to God, Allah, and the Buddha but it ain’t going to keep me from putting my hand up your ass.”

    The woman groaned in pain as Darlene put a finger in her butthole.

     “Shit, you’re going to rip my asshole,” said the woman. “Ralph made me bring him the dope. He said he’d have his brother beat the shit out of me if I didn’t,” said the woman starting to cry

    “Take another deep breath.  This is going to hurt like the blazes,” said the matron as she guided her well-lubricated fingers past the opening then slowly and forcefully pushed them inside the woman’s rectum.

    Stacy stared open mouthed as the matron’s hand almost disappeared inside the woman’s anus, sliding in to her knuckles.

   “You’re ripping my butthole,” yelled the woman.

    “Like I give a shit.  I’ve already found enough drugs to put you in Bridgewater State until you collect Social Security.  I hope you like to eat pussy?  I got a girlfriend who works there.  She says all you can hear after lights out is the sound of women going down on each other.  Licking and slurping and moaning,” said Darlene twisting her arm to reach even deeper inside the woman’s bowel.

   Stacy watched as the woman clinched and unclenched her fists reacting to the intense pain.

    “Her butt’s clean.  Arrest her,” said Darlene ending the search by throwing her gloves into a container marked Medical Wastes Biohazard.

    “You, don’t move.  Stay right here,” said the Sergeant to Stacy as he walked toward the examination table.

    “You are under arrest for attempting to smuggle drugs into a state correctional facility, that’s a Class B Felony,” said Sergeant Simmons advancing toward the examination table as he removed his handcuffs from his belt.

    “You’re gonna arrest me?  I told you his fucking brother packed my pussy with dope,” said the woman starting to cry louder as she climbed off the table pushing her skirt down.  She was clinching her panty in one hand.

    “Tell it to the judge,” said Sergeant Simmons spinning the woman around to cuff her hands behind her back.  He wasn’t gentle about it either.  Stacy listened as the Sergeant repeated the Miranda warning to the woman.

    “Those are too tight.  Look if you let me go, I’ll meet you somewhere.  We can do anything you want,” said the woman when the Sergeant cuffed her.  Her desperation filled voice reminding Stacy of the night she was eager to have sex to avoid arrest.  I’ve been there and done that Stacy told herself.

    The fact Darlene was pointedly ignoring the woman’s offer to have sex with the guard surprised Stacy.  A woman is totally at their mercy decided Stacy.  They can plant drugs on her, rape her, do anything they want.

    “And what would we do?” asked the Sergeant.

    “Anything, just name it, oral, regular, anal, even kink if that’s what want.  Please, I’ll bring my sister.  She’s just turned sixteen.   She’s a real looker and she’s into three ways.  I got her picture in my purse,” said the woman speaking rapidly.

    “Will you do me too, honey,” asked Darlene smiling at the woman obviously enjoying her predicament?

    “Sure, actually I like girls better than guys,” said the woman.

    “Darlene and I will consider your offer, later. In the meantime, stand there and don’t move or speak.  I’ll be with you in a minute,” said the Sergeant placing the woman against a wall only a few steps away from the examination table.

    “Ok, miss, step forward to the table and remove your underpants,” said Darlene as she donned a fresh pair of gloves.

    Stacy walked quickly to the table, hiked up her skirt and slid her panty down her legs and off.

    “Bend over and spread your cheeks,” said Darlene.

    “What,” asked an uncomprehending Stacy?

    “Lean over, head on the table, reach your hands back and pull your buttocks apart.  Clear enough,” said Darlene.

    “Yes, Ma’am,” said Stacy placing the side of her face on the table as she reached back to separate her buttocks.  The fact the side of her face was lying on the unhygienic plastic surface her predecessor’s ass had just vacated was not lost on Stacy.  A noise behind her caused Stacy to turn her head back toward the door.  There was another male guard standing with a young female waiting her turn for a cavity search.  The girl was dressed like Stacy.

    “I see somebody’s been taking it up the ass,” said Darlene squeezing some lube on Stacy’s sphincter then working it into her anus.

    “Let me see,” said Sergeant Simmons stepping closer. “Oh yeah, this young lady favors the back door.”

    “Why? Is something wrong?” asked a panicked Stacy.

    “No, darling, you’re just a little red around the hole,” said Darlene.  “Nothing to get excited about.”

    “What do you charge for anal?” asked the Sergeant.

    “I’m not a prostitute.  I’m a college student,” said Stacy trying to relax as the matron’s fingers worked the lubricant into her sphincter.  Stacy groaned as her anal ring was stretched by the insertion of all four of Darlene’s fingers.

    “Where, Fuck Me U?” asked the Sergeant laughing.

    “Okay, you’re ready to be examined. Climb on the table and put your feet in the stirrups,” said Darlene.  “The Commonwealth has decided to perform a body cavity search.  You have the right to refuse but you will not be allowed a conjugal visit,” said Darlene wearily.

    “Go ahead, I have to see him,” said Stacy.

    “Must be a horny little bitch, anxious to get some prison cock in that back door of hers,” said Sergeant Simmons.

     Stacy closed her eyes as she placed her feet in the stirrups.

    “Scoot down some,” ordered Darlene as she adjusted the stirrup arms.

     Stacy’s next sensation was the ice-cold anal speculum being forced past her sphincter.

    “I only allow my Thomas in my backdoor on special occasions,” said Darlene as she squeezed the speculum handle opening Stacy’s anus to the maximum size the device allowed.

    “Christ, that hurts,” said Stacy reacting to the fiery pain.

    “Three and one quarter inch spread usually does,” said Darlene setting the locking screw so the width was maintained.

    “Let me see,” said Sergeant Simmons shining a small flashlight inside Stacy’s rectum.

    “Any contraband,” asked Darlene?

    “I can’t tell.  You’ll have to search her manually,” said the Sergeant laughing.

    “First, let me get her coochie open,” said Darlene spreading Stacy’s vagina open with two gloved fingers then placing the nozzle of a plastic bottle of lubricant just inside the opening.

    “What is that,” asked Stacy feeling the substance trickle down inside her?

    “The cheapest bottle of pussy lube the Commonwealth’s Purchasing Department could find.  You should be pleased your tax dollars are being spent wisely,” said Darlene.

     “Use the large one,” said the Sergeant handing Darlene the largest of the four vaginal speculums lying on the instrument tray.

     “Take a deep breath,” said Darlene placing the end of the speculum inside Stacy’s vagina then pushing it inside to its maximum five and a half inch depth.

     “It’s cold and it pinches,” said Stacy.

     “As it should.  Now for the fun part,” said Darlene rapidly turning the screw to force the bill like end to slowly open to its maximum width.  Stacy twisted and writhed in pain as she felt her vagina expanding.

     “You’re going to put your hand inside me,” asked Stacy?

     “Most of it, lucky for you, I have the tinniest hands of all the matrons,” said Darlene holding up a glove covered hand.  My glove size is a petite in case you want to buy me a gift.”

   “Oh God,” said Stacy feeling Darlene’s fingers enter her opening

    “Breathe.  Try to relax.  So where do you study?” asked Darlene pushing several fingers inside Stacy.

    “Harvard, I’m studying international finance and pre law,” said Stacy finding it difficult not to cry out from the pressure she felt at the opening to her vagina.

    “Hear that, Sergeant, she’s going to Harvard,” said Darlene rotating her hand as she began to push hard.

    “Good school, it’s where I got my degree,” said the Sergeant.

    “I went to Yale myself,” said Darlene laughing as she forced her hand inside Stacy’s vagina.  Stacy could tell Darlene’s hand was almost inside her.   She could feel her long fingers searching for drugs.

     ”Looks like her pussy just fell in love with your arm.  See how she’s got her snatch wrapped around your hand,” said the Guard standing right beside Darlene.

    “Any of your girl friends ever fist fuck you, honey” asked Darlene moving her hand back and forth?

    “No,” said Stacy inhaling and exhaling deeply in an attempt to relax and gain control.

    “Does that feel good,” asked Darlene continuing to move her arm?

    “It’s getting there,” said Stacy feeling the tips of Darlene’s fingers move back and forth along her vaginal walls.

    “Christ, what a fucking whore,” said the handcuffed woman who had been watching intently.

    “Who said you could speak,” said the other guard spinning around?  As he turned, he removed the baton from his belt and slammed the end into the woman’s abdomen.  It was a practiced move; he’d executed dozens of times before on prisoners.  The woman made a rasping sound as her diaphragm expelled all the air from her lungs.  She crumpled to the floor in a tight ball.

    “You got anything else to say,” asked the Sergeant placing the toe of his polished uniform shoe on the tip of the woman’s breast then pressing down hard.

    “No, I’m sorry,” said the woman writhing in pain as she clutched the Sergeant’s leg trying to dislodge it.

   “I didn’t think so,” said the Sergeant taking hold of the woman’s hair to lift her off the floor.  “Now stand there and don’t say another word or I’ll be forced to engage in guard brutality.”

    The woman leaned against the wall one hand across her stomach the other clutching her injured mammary.

    “Go ahead, Darlene.  Sorry for the interruption,” said the Sergeant.

    Darlene had not been interrupted.  She had managed to increase the proportion of her hand inside Stacy’s vagina.

    “You still got a strong young pussy, girl.  Lots of the whores I search are loose inside,”

    “Fist her, Darlene. Harvard girls love the feel of a fist in their twat,” said the Sergeant who was getting turned on.

    “I’ve heard that too,” said Darlene making a fist inside Stacy’s vagina while starting to rub her clit with her other hand.

    “Oh God, it hurts but it feels good too,” said Stacy as she felt a large blunt object pushing out the walls of her vagina.  Stacy tried not to panic as Darlene’s knuckles reached the walls of her uterus.

    “It’s supposed to hurt and feel good at the same time.  Just loosening you up for your conjugal visit.  I hope your stud isn’t expecting your pussy to be real tight.  She’s clean,” said Darlene withdrawing an empty hand. Stacy sighed in relief.

   “Damn I was hoping Miss Harvard here was carrying.  Then we could arrest her too,” said the Sergeant.  “Maybe she’s also got a younger sister who loves to fuck prison guards.”

    “I could always stick one of these up her cunt and pull it out.  There’s enough to share,” said Darlene picking up the evidence bag containing the other woman’s packets of drugs.

    “No, please,” said Stacy on the verge of panic.

    “We’re just fucking with you, baby,” said the Sergeant laughing.

    “Now for your other orifice.  Take a deep breath then slowly let it out,” said Darlene squeezing the handle of the anal speculum to increase the opening.

   “Amazing how wide the human asshole can get,” said the Sergeant watching Darlene as she forced her fingers inside Stacy’s rectum.  “There’s a guy in Cell Block 16 who can take two fists in his butt at the same time.”  Stacy moaned when she felt Darlene’s fingers slip into her rectum.

    “Breathe,” advised Darlene as she pushed hard to force her hand past Stacy’s sphincter.

    Stacy inhaled for eight seconds then slowly exhaled for eight seconds.  The pain of having someone’s entire hand inside her bowel was close to unbearable.

    “Weird feeling, isn’t it,” asked Darlene pushing her hand further inside.

    “The weirdest,” said Stacy.

    “Hurry up, quick fucking around,” said the guard standing in the doorway.  “We’ve got three more sets of holes to search.”

    When Stacy looked in their direction, she saw that two guards and three women were watching.  All three were young and attractive.  One of the women looked frightened out of her mind.

    “She’s clean.  Put your britches back on and go out that door,” said Darlene quickly removing both speculums.

    Stacy felt a wave of physical relief when the medical instruments were removed.  There was still a dull ache deep inside her vagina and rectum. Feeling unsteady on her feet, she held on to the examination table with one hand as she used the other to help her step into her panty.  A petite brunette was leaning face down spreading her buttocks for Darlene before Stacy managed to finish and walk toward the exit door.

    As she left the room, she heard Sergeant Simmons speak to his prisoner.  “What does your sister look like?  Let’s see her picture.”

 

Chapter 19 Prison Service

 

    “Who’s the slut,” asked Mark’s dad when Stacy and Mark arrived at the steel cafeteria table.  Victor Wilson was seated with a slender, much younger man.

   Stacy was somewhat wide-eyed as she took in her surroundings.  It was a dining room the size of a football field.  Along the walls, there was a walk way or parapet fifteen feet above the floor.  Guards armed with pump shotguns walked slowly along the parapet watching the prisoners and visitors.  Children were running around screaming for Daddy while their mother’s tried to hang onto them in a very dangerous environment.

    Everything was bolted down or built in.  The dining table and side benches were a single sturdy unit.  Large metal bolts secured it to the painted concrete floor.  Later, Mark explained that the prisoners could turn anything unsecured into a missile.

   During the drive, Mark had informed Stacy his father had a younger companion named Dave.  “He’s Dad’s bitch but don’t ask him anything about Dave.  That’s too personal.”

    “Your dad’s gay,” asked Stacy surprised?

    “Fuck no, what makes you say a stupid thing like that,” said Mark angrily?

    “You said he was your dad’s companion.  I just assumed they were in a relationship,” said Stacy.

    “Prison doesn’t count.  Just say as little as possible,” said Mark.  “And don’t mention the word gay.  You’ll ruin the whole visit.”

    It had taken a minute to find the two amid all the confusion of the visitors rushing into the lunchroom. Vic Wilson certainly looks the part of a killer thought Stacy when Mark shouted, “There they are,” and headed toward a table in the back.  He was a large man over six feet with iron gray hair, a lean muscular body, and what Stacy later described to Portia as the cold blue eyes of a murderer.

    “Stacy,” muttered Mark.   “She’s your present.  She’s hot and loves to fuck”

    “Hello Mr. Wilson, Happy Birthday,” said Stacy smiling as she and Mark sat down across from them.

    “She looks diseased,” said the younger man eying Stacy like she was something that crawled out from under a rock.

    “She’s pretty enough.  Is she clean,” asked Vic looking directly at Stacy.

    “Yes, Daddy, she’s clean.  She’s a 34D and they’re real just like you like them,” said Mark handing the bag of cigarettes across the table to his father.  But Dave intercepted the bag.  He quickly reached in and pulled out a pack.

    “Nice pair of tits, sure they’re not fake?” asked Vic as Dave first lit one cigarette and placed it between Vic’s lips.  He quickly lit another for himself.

    “Yes, they’re real.  My mother has large breasts and I was fortunate to inherit them from her,” said Stacy annoyed by the question.

    “Did you also inherit being a whore from Mommie,” asked Dave?  “Or was it your great grandmother who first turned tricks for a living?”

    “My mother is an allergist,” said Stacy.  “She has her own clinic in Boston.”

    “What the fuck is an allergist,” asked Vic?

    “Stacy’s mom is a doctor.  You know how Mom was allergic to cat fur.  Stacy’s mom hands out pills for that,” said Mark.

    “Mavis wasn’t allergist to cats.  She just hated them and didn’t want you to have one.  She lied to shut you up,” said Vic.

    “Oh,” said Mark dejectedly as if he had finally learned the truth of something profound and terrible from his childhood.

    “She used to tell me how when she and her brother, Lyle, were kids, they’d round up the neighborhood cats, put them in a laundry sack with a brick and toss it in the Merrimack River,” said Vic.  “Fucking Lyle, bastard is crazy as a sewer rat.”

    “I didn’t know that,” said Mark sounding more despondent.

    “Oh, Markakins, don’t go getting all weepy because Mommy wouldn’t let you have a little pussy,” said Dave in a taunting little girl voice.

     “Pets can play a pivotal role in early childhood development,” said Stacy having decided that Dave was not one of her favorite people.  The thought occurred to Stacy she should definitely not be trying to participate in the conversation.

    “What the fuck does that mean,” asked Vic focusing a cold hard stare on Stacy?

    “Nothing, Daddy, Stacy goes to Harvard.  She’s always saying something weird,” said Mark.

    “Watch your whore mouth, Stacy, or I might knock those pretty white teeth of yours down your throat before I stick my dick in it,” said Vic smiling.  “Then your daddy would be out all the money he paid the dentist.”

    “Sorry, Mr. Wilson, I just meant that taking care of a pet helps some children develop into responsible adults,” said Stacy glad she had the good sense not to point out that it was orthodontists not dentists who straighten teeth.

    “I see what you mean. My daddy trained pit bulls for the dog fights. He let me have a couple that couldn’t fight worth a shit.  I loved those dogs and they loved me,” said Vic.  “Those dogs help me become the man I am today.”

    The sly look in his eye as he spoke convinced Stacy that Vic Wilson was nowhere near as dumb as he acted.  He knew what she had meant by her earlier remark.

    “You seen your Mom lately,” asked Vic?

    “Yeah, last week, she’s doing okay.  The salon’s making money,” said Mark.

    “How’s your new step dad?”

    “Fine I guess.  He wasn’t there. Mom said he was learning to play golf.”

    “That’s just fucking wonderful.  I’m stuck in this hell hole and your Mom and my brother are screwing every night if Jed’s not too worn out from chasing a little white ball,” said Vic looking pissed.

    “Dad, Mom’s entitled to some kind of life.  But she still cares about you.  And so does your brother.  Uncle Jed told me he was talking to a lawyer about getting you a pardon or a new trial,” said Mark.

    “Yeah, I bet he’s working his ass off to free me.  Did you tell your Mom what I told you to tell her?”

    “Frankly no, there’s no point in causing any more bad feelings.  We’re all still family you know,” said Mark.

    At that point, Vic reached across the table and grabbed his son by his jacket collar and yanked him half way across the table.

    “You tell that whoring bitch and asshole brother of mine the day I get out of here, I’m going to pay them a visit.  For starters, I’m going to cut his nuts off and make her eat them,” said Vic his face inches from his son’s.

    “Let him go, Wilson,” yelled a guard standing on the parapet fifteen feet overhead. The familiar sound of a shotgun being cocked immediately drew Stacy’s attention.

    Vic held on to his son’s collar as he looked up at the gun now pointed at him.

    “Just having a little family discussion, Sergeant Rucker,” said Vic releasing Mark’s collar.

    “Let’s all calm down and have a nice visit,” said Stacy.  “It’s your birthday, Mr. Wilson.  Mark’s your son and he obviously cares about you.”

    “You fucked her yet,” asked Vic?

    “Yeah, she’s hot and she loves to suck dick,” said Mark.  “She’s likes it in her ass too.”

    “If you allow that diseased whore to put her nasty mouth on you, I’ll never touch it as long as I live,” said Dave taking a long draw on his cigarette.

    For some reason, Stacy sensed that Dave’s gay shtick was all an act.  The way he kept glancing at Stacy’s chest convinced her he would love to put his cock inside her pussy.

    “Vic, this is my Ellen,” said a slightly built middle-aged man who suddenly appeared at the end of the table interrupting their conversation.  A much younger and pretty girl in a print dress was standing by his side holding his hand.

    Stacy found it impossible not to stare.  Ellen had a nice figure and soft honey brown hair.  There was a certain innocence about her missing from most of the female visitors.  When she compared the two new arrivals, she detected a family resemblance.  Father and daughter she decided.  Ellen’s about my age or younger thought Stacy and she’s even more afraid than I am.   Why in hell would a father bring his attractive daughter to this place wondered Stacy.  She quickly found out.

    “Can’t you see we’re busy, Miles,” asked Vic looking annoyed?

    “I really am sorry, Vic, but you said for me to bring Ellen over the next time she visited me,” said Miles.  Stacy noted that Miles was looking if possible more desperate and frightened than Ellen.

    “Vic said we’re busy and for that matter, Vic’s son has already provided his dad with a slut de jour.  Hasn’t he, Slutakins?” said Dave looking directly at Stacy.

   “I’m here for whatever.  Why don’t you cool the swish act, Dave,” said Stacy starting to get angry.

   “Careful, Dave, she’ll pull a shiv made out of a Tampax applicator and ram it up your pisshole,” said Vic smiling at Stacy for the first time.

   “Please, I got to get out of there,” begged Miles on the verge of tears.

   “Shit Miles, don’t whine.  Tell you what.  Since my boy brought me Stacy, your girl can thank my boy for me,” said Vic.  “Maybe I’ll try them both later.”

   “And you’ll get me moved to Block 10,” asked Miles.

   “I said I would.  Quit acting like a shithead.  Now get your ass back to your wife until I’m done with your girl,” said Vic a dark look passing over his face.  The look made Stacy believe that Mark’s dad was never too far from killing someone for no good reason.

   “Ellen, your Mom and I will wait over there for you,” said Miles who then quickly walked away.

   Miles returned to a nearby table and sat down with a woman that Stacy took to be his wife and Ellen’s mother.  He reached across the table to take her hand.  It was at that point that Stacy realized that half the women in the lunchroom were under the tables providing blowjobs.  Curious children were staring wide mouthed as Mom sucked Daddy’s cock.  It was as different a world as Stacy had grown up in as she could possibly imagine.

    There were also lines of couples in front of several areas that had been closed off by curtains.  Stacy decided correctly as it turned out the couples were having intercourse behind the drapes.

   “Don’t just stand there, Ellen, hurry up,” said Dave. “Daddy may need a blow job once you’re done with Mark.”

   “Which one of you is Mark,” asked Ellen?

   “Me,” said Mark enlivened by the prospect that young and innocent looking Ellen would soon have his cock in her mouth.  “What’s this all about, Dad?”

   “Miles is in Block 12 with the Brother’s of the Nation of Islam.  When they’re not reading the Quran and praying to Mecca, they take turns fucking him in the mouth and ass.  He’s swallowing so much jism he skips chow.  He wants me to have him moved to Block 10.  He’ll still get cornholed but not as often,” said Vic.  “What are you waiting for, honey?  Think somehow this is all a bad dream and that a nice girl like you couldn’t wind up at AJ’s climbing under tables to suck criminals off?”

    Vic placed his hand over Ellen’s wrist causing the terrified girl to visibly shiver.

    “Don’t piss your pants, sweetheart.  Nobody’s going to bite your nipples off. Although that did happen to a young lady last month,” said Dave.  “Her boyfriend got overly excited.”

    “Shut the fuck up, Dave,” said Vic.

    “Daddy shouldn’t have embezzled all that money,” said Ellen.  “It is killing Mother.”

    “Sad, isn’t it?  So now his sweet little innocent baby girl has to pay for Daddy’s crimes against society.  Let’s have a contest.  Think you can suck cock better than Stacy?  She’s a pro.  What do you charge, Stacy,” said Vic.

    Stacy started to correct Vic then decided that was not wise.  “Five hundred for a half and half.”

    “What do you get for anal,” asked Dave?

    “Two hundred on top of the five,” said Stacy lying through her teeth.

    “Stacy’s studying law at Harvard.  She’s going to be in the Olympics,” said Mark anxious to build Stacy’s resume to impress his dad.

    “Since when did they make cock sucking an Olympic sport,” asked Dave?

    “Skeet, clay pigeons, I hope to make the skeet team.  Tryouts are this summer in Houston,” said Stacy.

    “So you must be a dead shot and quick too,” asked Vic?

    “I have a good chance to make the team,” said Stacy.  “I was a junior champion.”

    “Ever killed anybody,” asked Vic?

    “No,” said Stacy trying not to act surprised.  Stacy sometimes took a break from the skeet range to spend time in the indoor pistol range.  Recently, she’d been practicing with her new 9MM Sig Sauer switching hands.  She’d become almost as accurate with her left hand as her dominant right.  As she examined the paper target silhouette, she’d found herself wondering what it would be like to shoot someone.  I wouldn’t have a problem if I was defending myself decided Stacy.

    “But you could if you had to or even wanted to.  I can tell.  Surviving here you learn who’s willing to kill and who is just a bullshitter.  You’re a killer.  I can see it in your eyes.  Your chance to take a life hasn’t come along but when it does, you won’t hesitate.  Mark tell you why I’m in AJ?”

    “He said something about a triple murder.”

    “I went to prison for the three but there were others.  Murder talk scare you, Ellen?” asked Vic.

    “Yes,” said Ellen.

    “Scare you bad enough that you’d rather be under the table sucking dick?”

    “No, yes, I don’t know,” said Ellen on the verge of tears.

    “Better get busy before your Daddy gets worried you going to let him down.  Time to go below deck,” said Vic pushing Ellen to her knees.

    “You too,” whispered Mark to Stacy.

    Stacy slipped off the metal bench to the floor.  She and Ellen exchanged looks as Ellen crawled past her to reach Mark.

    Vic unbuckled his jeans and slipped them along with his boxers down to his knees.

    Mark’s dad isn’t circumcised realized Stacy as she wrapped her hand around the shaft pushing the skin back to expose the head.  I keep meeting new challenges.  Circumcised or not, it must work the same decided Stacy as she filled her mouth with Vic’s cock.  Behind her, she could hear Ellen sucking Mark.

    The day before Portia had downloaded a twenty-minute instructional video on the art of fellatio.  Stacy had watched it twice and was anxious to apply several of its more advanced techniques.  Vic’s cock was sufficiently long to allow her to wrap both her hands around the shaft.  She worked the head with her tongue and lips while her hands moved in opposite directions.

    “Bitch knows how to give a proper blowjob.  Whoever trained this whore knew her trade,” said Vic.

    “Stacy’s the best.  That’s why I got her for you, Daddy,” said Mark.

    “How’s what her name doing?” asked Vic speaking to Mark

    “Ellen, fine, she’s okay.  I’m definitely not her first,” said Mark as he looked down at her.

    Stacy listened to their conversation as she licked Vic’s testicles while stroking the shaft.  Stacy had frequently complained her parents expected too much and seldom offered her any emotional support.  But after listening to Vic Wilson talk to his son she decided never to complain again.

    “How’s that shit job of yours, son,” asked Vic?

    “Good, I got a raise.  I’m hoping to make security supervisor for the store. All eight of the guards would report to me.  Oh, and so would the plain clothes staff.  I’d have my own office,” said Mark.

    “You arrest Stacy,” asked Vic?

    “Yeah, she was shoplifting,” said Mark. “We caught her boosting some perfume.”

    “Cabreeze put you up to it,” asked Vic?  “I hear you’re part of his Posse.”

    “Shit, Daddy, how did you hear that,” asked Mark.

    “Word gets around in this place,” said Vic.

    “How’s she doing,” asked Mark.

    “Okay, for a bimbo blonde,” said Vic. “Latina whores have better suction.”

    Well fuck you too, Vic, thought Stacy as she redoubled her efforts at cocksucking.  It was at this point, she realized that Dave had slipped under the table and was beside her.

     “You’re doing it all wrong,” said Dave.  “That’s not the way he likes it.”

     “Go away,” hissed Stacy.

     “I do him almost every night,” said Dave.  “I should know.”

     “Show me then,” said Stacy holding Vic’s cock toward Dave.

     “You take his balls.  I’ll do the shaft,” said Dave.

     This place is truly bizarre thought Stacy as she looked around.  There has to be several hundred women here giving blowjobs not to mention the females having intercourse behind the screen.  Some of the women aren’t that young either noted Stacy observing an elderly lady kneeling on her purse under a nearby table.  She’s got to be in her seventies.  It sounds like Ellen is getting the job done.   Vic is not exactly a supportive father.  But who the hell would expect him to be in this place.

    “Dave, let Stacy take my load,” said Vic from above.

     Dave slipped down to Vic’s balls as Stacy took the head in her mouth.  Seconds later Stacy tasted the warm splash of semen on her tongue.  When she turned around she saw Ellen finishing up Mark’s cock.

    “You two can do me now,” said Dave drawing Stacy and Ellen together with an arm around their waist.

    “Aren’t you gay,” asked Ellen?

    “Quiet,” said Dave before he climbed back up on the bench seat and proceeded to push his prison trousers down to his knees.  A sizeable and erect cock sprang out when it passed the waistband of his boxers.

    Stacy and Ellen looked at each other for a second as Stacy wrapped her hand around Dave’s cock.

    “Have you ever suck a boy off with another girl,” asked Ellen whispering?

    “Yes, have you?” answered Stacy recalling the recent poker party.  Adriana and she had sucked a number of dicks together.  She and Portia had sucked off Les and Monk together then Roger and Avery later that same night.

    “No,” said Ellen.

    “Nothing to it, follow my lead,” said Stacy.

    The two women spent the next several minutes providing Dave oral sex.  They switched frequently between his cock and his balls.

    “Hurry and blow your load, Dave.  I feel the need for some pussy,” said Vic.

    Within seconds, Dave filled Stacy’s mouth with semen.  Reacting instinctively from the absurdity of their situation, Stacy turned to Ellen and the two kissed, exchanging the salty fluid as their tongues intertwined.

    “Stacy and Ellen are snowballing,” said Dave peering down at the girls.

    “Sluts are all dykes at heart,” said Vic sounding philosophical.      

Chapter 20 Behind the Curtain

    “Will we get an STD,” whispered Ellen as she and Stacy waited in line with Vic?

    “Yeah, AIDS for certain, you’ll be dead in six months rotting from the pussy out,” said Vic who’d overheard her.  

    “I brought some condoms.  They’re in my bra,” said Ellen.

    “Give me,” said Vic sticking out his hand.

    Stacy watched as Ellen extracted a three pack of condoms and handed them to Vic.  The package announced they were lubricated and contained a spermicide along with another compound intended to reduce the risk of AIDs and other STDs.  Vic slipped the package in his pocket.

    Stacy realized Vic did not intend to use Ellen’s condoms.  They must be something he could bargain with for drugs or other favors. After the two girls had finished Dave’ blowjob, Vic had ordered them to accompany him to the closest screened off area reserved for sexual intercourse.  On the way to the area, the three passed the table where Ellen’s father and mother sat.

    “I’m okay,” said Ellen to her worried-looking parents as they walked past.

    Ellen’s parent’s willingness to sacrifice their daughter’s body for the sake of her father’s safety puzzled Stacy.  She’d always assumed her father and mother would rather die themselves than see any harm come to her.  But Ellen’s parents had traded their daughter to the worst scum of the earth.  The situation caused Stacy to wonder how her own father would have reacted under the same circumstances.  Would he have given her to Vic to avoid repeated sodomy?  It was hard to imagine her urbane and gentlemanly father down on his knees sucking a black thug’s cock while taking another cock in his asshole.

   For reasons she didn’t understand, she found Ellen’s willingness to be sacrificed admirable, even heroic.  Would I give myself to a murderous convict to help my father wondered Stacy?  Before I met Mike Cabreeze, the answer would have been maybe; at least I think it would have been.  Still it would have difficult.

     But now after Mike and the Posse have made me their sex object, it would be easy.  For that matter, there’s not much difference in Ellen and my situation.  She’s here to save her father from being sodomised.  I’m here to save my parents from finding out their only child appears in porn videos and distributes drugs.  If Ellen visits again, it will be easier the second time.  The obvious conclusion is Mike has caused me to devalue myself in a sexual sense.  He objectified me causing me to objectify myself.  I’m just three holes for men to stick their dicks in.  The big surprise is how much I love them doing it.

    “What you thinking, honey,” asked Vic?

    “How I came to be here,” answered Stacy.

    “Does it matter now that you are here?”

    “I suppose not,” said Stacy.

    “Hey Vic, that’s a lot of young pussy for an old fuck like you,” said a prisoner sitting alone at a nearby table.  Stacy could not help but notice the man was enormous occupying almost half one side of the table.  His arms looked to be the size of Stacy’s waist.  He reminded Stacy of a statue of the Buddha.  His basketball-sized head was completely hairless.  Tiny ears and small dark eyes gave him a porcine appearance.

    “I can handle it, Morris.  Don’t you worry,” said Vic.

    “My old lady couldn’t make it.  Her mom’s got the cancer, going to kick any minute,” said Morris.

    “Tough titty,” said Vic.

    “Carton for the pair when you’re done,” said Morris.

    “In case you hadn’t noticed, there are two of them, two cartons,” said Vic.

    “Done,” said Morris eying the two girls like they were hot fudge sundaes.

    “No, he wasn’t part of the deal,” said Ellen objecting to the bargain.

    “Quiet, don’t make a fuss,” said Stacy taking Ellen’s hand.

    “If I were you, Miss, I’d listen to Stacy,” said Vic.

    “He’s trading us for a carton of cigarettes.  Do you realize what that makes us?” said Ellen to Stacy.

    “Yes I do.   Now keep your mouth shut and do as Vic says,” said Stacy.

    “Christ, I’ll never forget this as long as I live,” said Ellen.

    Vic put his arms around Ellen and Stacy and pulled them close and spoke quietly to both at once.  “I’m selling your ass to Morris for two cartons of smokes.  If you have a problem with that, tell me now.”

    “And if I do,” asked Ellen?

    “Your Daddy will stay in Cell Block 12 until his asshole is so loose the Brothers won’t have any use for him and cut his throat.  Your choice, sloppy seconds for Morris or Daddy keeps getting his shit stirred.”

    “All right, I’ll do it,” said Ellen after a moment’s consideration.

    “You’ll be okay.  Morris is kind of cute for a big guy,” said Stacy smiling.  She squeezed Ellen’s hand to reassure her.

    “You’re one of those lemons to lemonade people,” said Ellen to Stacy.

    “Just trying to get out of here in one piece,” said Stacy.

    The line was moving quickly.  As they neared the curtains, Stacy could overhear the sounds of sexual intercourse and the accompanying conversation.

    Intercourse in prison was not a long drawn out process.   Stacy timed several couples and five minutes or less was the norm.  Mark later told her most couples had sex more than once, a preference for quantity over quality.

    Stacy had noticed that while racial segregation was passé in almost every American institution from the army to the schools, it was still practiced in the prisons.  There were separate lines for the blacks, Hispanics and whites. Stacy looked around to see where the Asians went but couldn’t find any in the crowd.

    When they were next, Stacy realized she could see into the area.  A skinny bleached blonde with a Satanist tattoo covering her entire back was raising and lowering herself over a man.  The man’s hands were pulling and twisting the woman’s unusually long nipples.  Eyes closed, she kept licking her fingers then returning them to her clit as she rode her man’s cock.

    Ellen squeezed Stacy’s hand as they stood watching the couple.  Shortly, the man yelled that he was going to blow causing the wife to increase her pace.  Stacy felt her own sex respond as she noted the way the woman’s abdomen sunk in each time she reached maximum penetration.  She’s using her core strength to squeeze his cock observed Stacy.  Portia had taught her a good fuck is not merely lying there and letting the man penetrate.  You contracted the muscles groups in your abdomen and buttocks to apply pressure to the column of male flesh invading your body.    That made it better for both.

    “Let’s go.  We’re up,” said Vic as soon as the couple orgasmed.  They were still getting up as the three entered the small space.  The woman casually stood up and pushed her shirt down over her breasts.  Looking Stacy in the eye, she picked up a roll of toilet tissue off the floor and peeled off several squares.  Placing one leg on the metal edge of the bed, she wiped her pussy with the tissue then dropped the soggy mess into a wastebasket.  She unrolled several more sheets and stuck them into her vagina to soak up the semen and keep it from soiling her skirt.

    “Hey Vic, pulling a double,” said the man tying his shoes.

    “Birthday present from my boy,” said Vic.

    “What you going to give me for my birthday, Kendra,” said the man.

    “How about a dose of the clap,” replied a bored looking Kendra as she pushed her skirt down?

    “Enjoy,” said the man as he and Kendra left.        

    “Get naked you two,” ordered Vic as soon as they were alone. Both girls quickly undressed.  Stacy was pleased when Ellen was following along, helping her undress Vic.

    “Dick sucking time,” said Vic said lying down on his back.

    Their mouths jointly attached his penis and scrotum bringing him to an erection in a matter of minutes.  Stacy’s hand instinctively teased Ellen’s nipples as the two-experienced fellatrice’s practiced their art.  Ellen’s hand slipped between Stacy’s legs and took advantage of her wetness to smear lubricant over her clitoris.  Pairs of lips worked each side of his cockhead and their tongues licked the spongy surface interacting with the warm flesh.

     “Not bad, you two must have started sucking cock in grade school,” commented Vic looking down at the busy women.

     “Seventh grade for me,” replied Ellen looking Vic in the eye allowing her lust to show for the first time.

     “Seventh also,” lied Stacy.

     “One of you takes my cock.  The other sits on my face.  Switch when I say so,” said Vic as soon as he had a hardon.

     Stacy straddled Vic taking his manhood in one hand and guiding it into her vagina. She moaned as she slid the column of hard male flesh inside her.  Exhaling slowly, she flexed her core muscles drawing her navel toward her spine.  She was rewarded by Vic’s long moan of pleasure.  Inhaling, she raised her body then exhaled again as she impaled herself all the while contracting her abdomen, squeezing her gluteus maximus, and seeking to draw up the small muscles lining her pelvic floor.

    “Shit, that’s almost worth five hundred dollars,” said Vic.

    Ellen positioned her sex over Vic’s mouth spreading her labia to expose her clitoris.  Ellen’s clitoris and labia reminded Stacy of Portia’s.  Big Lips was the term Portia used to describe her sex.  Thick folds of flesh framed a clitoris that protruded several inches from her vulva like a mini cock.  Stacy had spent a considerable amount of time the last few weeks sucking on Portia’s Big Lips.

   When Ellen leaned forward, Vic was able to take her parts into his mouth and noisily suck on them.  Stacy reached out for Ellen’s breasts taking the small pink buds in her fingers and squeezing them.  Ellen returned the favor.  The girls kissed and fondled each other’s breasts as they rode Vic.

     They switched positions several times at Vic’s command until he decided he wanted to try something different.    

    “Have you been fucked in the ass, Ellen,” asked Vic his face glistening in the harsh institutional lightening.

    “No,” said Ellen looking scared.

    “I’ve gotten a taste for butt fucking here at AJ.   On your knees and elbows, sweetheart, I’m going to take your anal cherry.  You can experience first hand what your Daddy’s getting every night,” said Vic.

    “Oh God,” said a tearful Ellen who nonetheless rolled over to the designated position.

   “Here, let me get her ready,” said Stacy pulling Ellen’s buttocks apart to expose her wrinkly brown anus.  Stacy quickly passed her tongue over the wrinkled brown flesh depositing as much salvia as she could.

    “Well, ain’t you the helpful one,” said Vic placing his cock head against the opening.  An audible sob escaped Ellen’s mouth when she felt the erect penis pressing against her sphincter.

    “Hold on and I’ll loosen her up.  She needs her butt eaten,” said Stacy.  Not waiting for Vic’s reply, she stroked his cock as she placed her mouth over Ellen’s anus, moistening the surface with saliva as her tongue and lips massaged the pucker teasing it to relax.

    “Analingus, you know what that is, Ellen,” asked Vic.

    “Yes, it’s what Stacy is doing, a sex act where the mouth gives pleasure to the sphincter or anus,” said Ellen responding in a fashion that reminded Stacy of the classroom.  Stacy could picture one of her professors asking, “Who knows the meaning of the term Analingus?”

    “Good, you can tell Mom and Dad you had your ass eaten and fucked,” said Vic.  “Stacy, get under Ellen and suck her cunt sixty nine like while I butt fuck her.”

     Stacy slipped under Ellen and began to lick her sex.  Ellen groaned as Vic’s cock entered her rectum.

    “There now, that’s not so bad,” said Vic taking hold of Ellen’s long hair, using it for leverage as he began to raise and lower himself.  Ellen’s whimpers turned to moans as she found herself not just tolerating anal intercourse but also enjoying it.  Ellen began to lick Stacy’s wet sex.

     “Open up, Stacy,” said Vic after dozens of strokes.

     Stacy opened her mouth wide as Vic withdrew his cock from Ellen’s anus to slip it inside Stacy’s mouth.  Ellen hadn’t prepared for anal intercourse and Vic’s cock was streaked with shit.

    “Suck that nasty dick, bitch.  Ellen needs to know what a pig slut you are,” said Vic ramming his cock into Stacy’s throat choking her.  Vic repeated the ass to mouth movement several times, each time making sure Stacy choked when he forced his stained cock in her throat.  Ellen began to chant, “Yes, yes, fuck my ass,” is a monotonic voice as Vic drove his penis in her rectum.

    Vic pounded away in Ellen’s ass for a considerable period before he announced he was about to ejaculate.

    “You take it, Stacy, and then share it with Ellen,” ordered Vic as he pulled his cock out of Ellen’s asshole and drove it into Stacy’s open mouth.

     Her mouth filled with warm semen.  Stacy climbed out from under Ellen.  She took the smaller woman in her arms.  They embraced as they kissed.  Stacy expelled most of the semen into Ellen’s mouth.  Their tongues met churning the viscous fluid.

     “You two cunts are hot together,” said Vic beginning to dress.  As they were leaving the conjugal area, Vic offered a word of warning.  

    “Be nice to Morris.   He’s a little slow but he knows when he’s being made fun of.  Also, he can be a little touchy if he doesn’t get his way,” said Vic.

    “How touchy,” asked Stacy?

    “He killed a hooker that called him a toad.   Broke her neck like a twig,” said Vic.

    “Time to fall in love with the fat man,” said Stacy to Ellen as they left the conjugal area headed for Morris’s table.

    “What,” asked Ellen feeling somewhat dazed by her experiences?

    “Just act the same as me.  Neither of us wants to get hurt,” said Stacy.

    “He’s a disgusting goon, an ape,” whispered Ellen.

    “I see a resemblance to Brad Pitt,” said Stacy.

    “I prefer Johnny Depp,” said Ellen.

    “I love big men,” said Stacy as she hiked up her skirt to straddle Morris’s huge thigh.  A broad smile lit up his round face when Stacy pressed her sex down on the top of his leg shifting it from side to side as she placed one arm around his mostly non-existent neck.

    “Oh that feels so good on my pussy,” moaned Stacy rocking her very hot and wet sex back and forth against the thin material.  Stacy felt relieved when Ellen didn’t hesitate to straddle the other knee.

    “I’m a big guy all right,” said Morris somewhat surprised the two girls seemed so willing.

    “Kiss me, Morris,” said Stacy placing her lips on the almost lipless hole that comprised his mouth.  Stacy used her free hand to the back of Ellen’s head pulling her into the embrace.  Once more, Ellen went along.  The girl’s tongues slipped into Morris’ small round mouth and each other’s.  Stacy switched her mouth to Morris’ tiny pig like ears pushing the tip of her tongue into the canal.

    “That tickles,” Morris giggled as he placed his hand on Stacy’s breast.

    “You like these?” Stacy asked grabbing Morris’ hand and pushing it under her sweater.  He forced up her bra, covering her breast in his giant hand.  Ellen’s tongue was licking around the edge of Morris’ mouth.  His short tongue was attempting to follow hers.

    “You got big titties.  I like big titties,” said Morris squeezing Stacy’s breast.

    “Well, they’re all yours.  Let’s go get in line.  I can’t wait to get my mouth on your cock,” said Stacy reaching down to feel the large bulge.

     “Shit, the lines too long,” said Morris looking at the nearest queue of fifteen or so couples.

     “Ellen and I can get under the table and blow you,” offered Stacy.  “We’d love to get that hot roll of meat between out lips.  Wouldn’t we, Ellen?”

     “Damn straight we would,” said Ellen adding her hand to Stacy’s.  “I want to suck your dick.”

     “No, we’ll do it here. Don’t want to wait,” said Morris easily lifting Stacy then Ellen onto the table.

     “Isn’t this against the rules,” asked Stacy as she found Ellen and herself laying across the table their heads hanging off the other side.   Stacy fought back the panic brought on by the prospect of having sexual intercourse while several hundred people watched.

     “Can’t wait,” said Morris as he picked up Ellen like she was a father and deposited her on top of Stacy.  Stacy was now on her back with Ellen on top of her.  Ellen’s back was against Stacy’s chest leaving both girls staring at the ceiling.  Fortunately for Stacy, Ellen was a much smaller person and her weight was manageable.  When Stacy looked toward the outer wall, she saw several of the guards on the parapet pointing in their direction and laughing.

   “Oh shit,” said Stacy realizing no one was going to stop the oversized man-child from doing whatever he wanted with them.

    Stacy felt an irresistible force rip out the crotch of her panty. A blunt finger forced its way into her vagina. The sound of more material tearing signaled that Ellen’s underpants were also in tatters.  Her loud moan indicated Morris’s other fingers were busy.

    “Christ, what’s he going to do,” asked Ellen?

    “Whatever the fuck he wants,” said Stacy.  

    “Double pussy,” said Morris happily.  He was fingering the girl’s vagina as he grinned at the onlookers.  Occasionally, he removed a stubby finger and licked it.   At some point, he sat down at the table placed both sets of legs on his shoulders and dove face first into double cunnilingus.

    “My God everyone is watching,” said Ellen raising her head to look around.  A few feet away stood Ellen’s parents staring as Morris lined up the girl’s sex to where they were only inches apart then began to perform oral sex on both at the same time.  Stacy could feel the basketball-sized head forcing her thighs apart.

    “Close your eyes and block them out,” said Stacy reaching around Ellen to unbutton the top of her dress.  Once more, Ellen surprised Stacy by unhooking the front of her brassiere exposing her breasts.  Stacy made a mental note to buy some bras that hooked in the front for special occasions like conjugal visit to prison.

   Stacy took hold of Ellen’s breasts and gently squeezed them while     Morris made loud grunting noises as he licked and slurped the two sexes as one.   She could feet the enormous head pass its tongue over her vagina traveling past her clitoris then halt for a brief second at Ellen’s sphincter before continuing its journey.  When Stacy glanced to either side, she saw that everyone at the nearby tables was standing up watching.  They were starting to gather around the table in a circle.  Stacy pushed out of her mind the fact there were children present.

    “Eat us, Morris. Eat our pussies, Ellen, tell Morris how great he is,” said Stacy desperate Ellen might panic and bring the giant’s wrath down on the both of them.

   “Oh Morris, I love the way you eat my cunt,” said Ellen putting her hands on top of Stacy’s encouraging her to keep fondling her breasts.

    The crowd began to chant, “Mor-ris, Mor-ris.”

    The volume grew as others joined in.  Morris occasionally looked up, smiling and basking in the attention.

    At some point, he satisfied his lust for oral sex.  He lifted Ellen up off Stacy standing her on the bench.  He grabbed the collar of her dress and in one swift motion ripped if off her leaving the terrified girl standing in her open bra and torn panties.  The ripped crotch was dangling between her legs.

    “Don’t move,” said Morris to Stacy who was attempting to rise up.  Morris’ huge hand pushed her flat.

    Effortlessly, Morris ripped apart the waistband of Ellen’s underpants and let them fall to the floor.  Then he spun her around and removed her bra.  Ellen stood naked on the bench looking out over the crowd of several hundred prisoners and visitors.

    “You stay,” commanded Morris to Ellen before turning his attention to Stacy who not wanting to go back to the dorm half naked was attempting to wiggle out of her sweater.  As Morris lifted her to standing on the table beside the now nude Ellen, Stacy managed to pull her sweater over her head then reach back to unsnap her bra allowing it to fall.

    The audience sounded a collective sigh at the sight of Stacy’s large gorgeous breasts.  But Morris was too busy ripping off Stacy’s skirt to notice.  As the zipper parted, Stacy wondered where she would find a safety pin.  Her thought was interrupted when Morris grabbed the waistband of her panty and ripped it apart.

   “Sniff their panties, Morris,” yelled one of the crowd.

   Morris proved amenable to the suggestion.  He grabbed up both pair of torn panties and held them to his nose as he looked around the room grinning like an idiot.  After several deep inhales, he stuffed the remnants in his pocket.

   “What the hell?” said Stacy as she took Ellen’s hand?  She raised both hands to the ceiling.  “Smile and wave like you’ve dreamed of this moment all your life.”

   “Holy Mother of Christ,” muttered Ellen looking out over the crowd waving her free arm

   “Wave like you are the Queen of England accepting the love of your faithful subjects,” said Stacy still holding Ellen’s hand.  She lifted their hands high causing her breasts to raise and jiggle.  The crowd was shouting and waving back when a completely naked Morris joined them.  It was a tribute to the table’s manufacture that it managed to hold the three of them.  Most of the guards had gathered on the nearby parapet to watch the show.  One of the guards was busy with a camera.

   Stacy wrapped Morris in an embrace and kissed him as her hand located his cock, hidden deep under several folds of fat.  She began to stroke it.

   “Suck my peter,” said Morris.

   Ellen dropped to her knees to take his cock in her mouth and Stacy followed her lead.

   The two girls began a noisy blowjob as the crowd watched.  His cock was average in length but easily the thickest Stacy had ever seen.  His scrotum was in proportion to the rest of him.  Stacy buried her face between the grapefruit sized testicles.

   Both females applied their oral skills with a fervor driven by fear of what might happen if they failed to please him.  Ellen stretched her jaw hinge to the point of dislocation to accommodate his cockhead while Stacy’s hands and tongue worked his sack with a zeal she had never experienced before.

   Their efforts were rewarded by Morris’ little squeals of pleasure that would have made the crowd laugh except that the source was a borderline retarded murderer with the strength of a half dozen men.

   “Want to fuck now,” said Morris.  Stacy realized it was an intention not a question.

   “On your back, Morris,” said Stacy afraid that Morris would decide to lie on them during intercourse.  Stacy wasn’t interested in being smothered to death.  Fortunately, Morris plopped down on his back causing the table to shake.

   “Sit on his face and ride it,” said Stacy to Ellen.

   Stacy sat down between his legs on the tabletop.  She placed her legs over the top of his.  Stacy made a mental note to ask Portia how the morbidly obese had intercourse.  Her prior experience had been with men who were height and weight proportionate.  Morris was a four hundred pound behemoth several inches short of six feet.    Moving deliberately, she reached down and grasped his cock in her hand as she inched her vulva toward Morris’ crotch.  

   “Ah,” cried Stacy as the fattest cock she’d ever encountered wedged its way into her opening.

   “Is he in,” asked Ellen whose thighs were bridging Morris’s head?  He was once again making loud squeals as he sucked Ellen’s generous folds into his mouth.

   “Almost, take my hands and pull,” answered Stacy reaching up to grab Ellen’s hands for leverage.  Ignoring the pain of her vaginal walls expanding to accommodate his girth, Stacy slowly impaled herself.  By the time her clitoris touched his hairy crotch Stacy was covered in sweat.  Stacy repeated her movement several times until his penis slid easily in and out of her vagina.

   “Let’s go crazy,” said Stacy increasing the pace.

   “Talk dirty.  I like girls to talk dirty,” said Morris

   “Suck my asshole, motherfucker,” screamed Ellen positioning her anus over Morris’ mouth.

   “Eat her shitter, Morris,” added Stacy concluding Ellen is nowhere near as innocent as she looks.  Stacy reached back to fondle Morris’ balls as she rode his cock.

    Stacy focused her mind, breathing, and body on Morris’ cock as she rode the enormous body.  The image of Captain Ahab on Moby Dick came to her mind; but she pushed the thought away as she fucked with everything she possessed.  Sweat rolled off Morris’ body in waves forming puddles.  Stacy and Ellen added their own perspiration.

   The chanting started again. Minutes later Morris experienced an orgasm that sent him flopping up and down on the metal table like a landed whale.  Stacy hung on for dear life as his powerful thighs heaved and rolled as he climaxed. After multiple spasms involving intense muscular reactions Morris collapsed back on the table and was still.  Semen gushed out of Stacy’s vagina when she stood up.

    “Christ, he’s not breathing,” screamed Ellen her dripping cunt still poised over his open mouth.

   One of the guards on the parapet must have radioed for help on his radio because within seconds, a team of shotgun wielding guards rushed into the room escorting a medical technician.  He was pushing a defibrillator cart.

   Stacy and Ellen were busily dressing in their ripped clothes as the technician applied ointment to the defibrillator’s paddles.   Stacy as the daughter of two doctors had attended an extensive CPR course.  However, she realized no one planned to perform any procedure involving mouth-to-mouth contact.  The technician with the help of several guards managed to roll Morris off the metal table where he landed with a considerable thump on the concrete floor.

    “Think he’s dead,” asked Ellen?

    “God I hope not,” said Stacy trying to think of all the bad things that might happen if it became known they had fucked a man to death.

     After shouting the obligatory clear, the technician positioned the paddles and triggered the release button.  The vast body convulsed in response to the charge then relaxed.  The EMT used his stethoscope.

    “He’s okay,” declared the EMT sounding disappointed.

   Stacy saw his chest began to rise and fall with this breath.  The technician helped Morris to a seated position.

   Morris raised his head, looked at Stacy and Ellen then said, “You two whores want to pop me again?”

   That occasioned some serious laughter from the onlookers.

    “My God, you nearly fucked fat Morris to death.  I’d been out two cartons of smokes,” said Vic taking the girls by the arm to lead them back to his table.

    Ellen borrowed her mother’s pen and wrote her email address on Stacy’s palm when they reached her parent’s table.

    “Shit, Miles, your girl is wasting her time trying to become a dental technician.  She ought to team up with Stacy and make some real dough,” said Vic when they dropped Ellen off with her parents.

    “Jesus, I was afraid we’d killed him,” said Ellen plopping down beside her mother.

    “It would have made for a hell of a story to tell your grandchildren,” said Vic.  “See you next month, Ellen.”

    “You won’t forget about moving me,” called Miles to Vic as they walked away.

    “I got your back, asshole,” yelled Vic over his shoulder.

    The claxon announced visiting hours were over and the crowd began to stream out.

    “One hell of a birthday present, son,” said Vic giving Mark a slight hug.

    Stacy wound up in Vic’s arms when it came time to say her goodbyes.

    “I’m going to marry you when I get out of here,” said Vic as she delivered a good-bye kiss.

    “Let me know before it happens so I can pick out a wedding dress,” said Stacy thinking she would emigrate to Australia if Victor Wilson ever became eligible for parole.

    Stacy slept all the way back to the dorm.  She managed to get back to her room without being seen in her half dressed condition.  She threw her clothes in the garbage as she undressed.  She showered, douched twice and fell sound asleep until midnight when Portia arrived from her gig at one of Boston’s jazz clubs.

   After hearing of the day’s events, the two girls made love then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

   

   

 

   

 

     

       

   

   

     

     

           

     

Chapter 21 Ladies of Leather

    Stacy kept her eyes cast down not wanting to look straight ahead and make eye contact with the driver.  She was worried the young Indian cab driver would wreck if he kept staring at her in the rear view mirror.

    Of course he has good reason to stare realized Stacy looking down at her leather bra with the part missing that covered her nipples.  The cool night air had given them cause to stand out adding to Stacy’s sense of embarrassment.  They looked huge even in the half shadows afforded by the streetlights.  Faye had carefully coated them with a cranberry red body paint that contrasted sharply from her areola.  What made it even worse was that Faye was periodically leaning over to suck the left one as she pulled and twisted its mate.

   “Jaggan, don’t you think Stacy has incredible nipples,” asked Faye adding to Stacy’s discomfort by discussing her with the driver.  His long Hindu name was printed in large block letters on a plastic sign fixed to the dashboard.

   “Very pretty, and very large,” answered Jaggan in his slightly singsong voice tinged with a British accent.

   “You like large tits,” asked Faye.

   “Oh yes, very much and I like dark nipples.  The girls in my country have such nipples. They are like ripe berries.”

   “So you wouldn’t like mine,” said Faye pushing the top of her corset down to reveal her muscular chest with its almost non-existent breasts.

   “I like hers better,” said Jaggan candidly but not undiplomatically.

    The bra wasn’t the only piece of Stacy’s attire she considered embarrassing.  Faye had referred to the panty she gave Stacy as a hole cover.  The narrow rear strip of the thong was uncomfortably embedded in the crack of her ass.  Stacy’s naked butt rested on the leather cab seat.  The tiny front triangle of the panty nestled between her labia major leaving them exposed.  It barely covered her vagina and clitoris.  Faye had used the same red body paint to color Stacia’s labia.  Stacy would have preferred to keep her legs crossed but Faye had ordered her to spread them open so she could rub Stacy’s crotch while the driver watched.

   He narrowly missed a pedestrian in a crosswalk when Faye and she tongue kissed and Faye’s fingers pushed aside the panty crotch inserting her fingers in Stacy’s vagina.  Faye withdrew her fingers after a few seconds of vigorous finger fucking and licked them ostentatiously.

    “Jaggan, you wouldn’t believe how good she tastes. Here, have a lick, said Faye reaching her hand through the small opening of the Plexiglas barrier separating the front and rear seats.

   “Very tasty,” said Jaggan licking Faye’s fingers once again causing the cab to swerve into the other lane.

    “Watch the fucking road.  You’ll get us killed,” shouted Stacy.

    Four-inch strap platform sandals raised Stacy’s standing height to over six feet, several inches taller than Faye.  A narrow leather garter belt held up patterned hose.  It was Stacy’s first experience with a garter belt.  It struck her as impractical, not particularly comfortable and the ultimate in slut attire.

    Her hands and forearms were encased in elbow length leather gloves.  Stacy’s flaxen hair was pulled straight back and moussed against her skull.  A heavy layer of mascara, eye liner, make-up, and lip stick added to the slut effect.  But the item that bothered Stacy most was the dog collar fastened around her neck.  It was attached to a leash that Faye was holding firmly in her hand.  It announced to the world that Stacy was the slave and Faye the mistress.

    Several people out for an evening stroll had stared as Faye had led Stacy out of her apartment and climbed into the cab.  It would have attracted more attention if they weren’t in Cambridge.  Being on the end of a dog leash was in Stacy’s view a singular way to humiliate someone.

    “Not what rich girls from Weston are brought up to expect,” Faye commented when Stacy objected to the dog collar and leash.  “But tonight, you’re my bitch and you better heel when I command or I’ll turn that butt of yours cherry red.”

    “I can’t go out in public like this,” protested Stacy before the cab arrived.  They were in Faye’s apartment standing side-by-side looking in the mirror.

    “You’re going, so quit bitching.  Besides, we look hot as hell.  Every leather dyke in New England will want a piece of us,” said Faye.  “I love the way your zickers show in the peek-a-boo bra.  Your big knockers made it an excellent choice.  Let’s go in the kitchen I want to ice your nipples so they stand out like bing cherries.”

    Faye’s attire of thigh high leather boots, arm length gloves, leather corset, and panty complemented Stacy’s.  One critical difference was the wide belt circling Faye’s waist.  Handcuffs, two different sizes of brass studded leather paddles, a coiled bullwhip, a pair of evil looking nipple clamps, and a riding crop dangled from the wide belt.  As if that wasn’t enough, a bulging athletic bag containing S&M paraphernalia rode at her feet.  Slave Stacy had been tasked to carry the weighty bag for Mistress Faye.

     “Twelve fifty,” said Jaggan turning to look at Stacy after the cab pulled up to the curb in front of an abandoned downtown Boston theatre.

    “Here’s thirteen, Jaggan,” said Faye.  “And I’m going to give you a choice of tips, this five dollar bill or Slave Stacy here will suck you off.”

     “Faye,” said Stacy aghast at the idea.

     “Shut up, Stacy.  Hurry and decide, Jaggan.  We’re in a hurry,” said Faye.

     “Blow job,” said Jaggan after thinking about it for a surprisingly long period of time.

     “Took him long enough to decide.  I guess you’re not as hot as you think you are,” said Faye reaching across Stacy to open her door.  “Get in the front seat.”

     Stacy considered telling Faye to go fuck herself.  However, she reasoned Mike might decide to publicize her hardcore porn debut if Faye complained.  Still it took courage to set foot on a downtown city street in what she was wearing.  Stacy was reasonably sure she would be arrested for indecent behavior if a Boston policeman saw her get out of the cab and walk around to the passenger side.

    Anxious to get it over with, Stacy leaned over in Jaggan’s lap as soon as she got inside the car.  In seconds, she had extracted his uncircumcised penis from his trousers.  Her head bumped against the steering wheel reminding her it was not the first front seat blowjob she’d performed.

    Jaggan amused himself by pinching her nipples while Stacy placed one hand under his scrotum wrapping her fingers around his small tight nut sack.  The aroma of curry scented urine filled her nostrils.  She applied upward pressure to the base of his testicles with the side of her hand.  The fingers of her other hand were stroking the still soft shaft as her lips and tongue worked on his cockhead.  Stacy was gratified to feel his penis begin to harden.

    “Is she worth all of five dollars, Jaggan,” asked Faye leaning forward to peer down at Stacy?

    “We will see,” said Jaggan noncommittally.

    Asshole thought Stacy to herself as she started to lip stroke the shaft.  It was rapidly filling with blood.

    “Can you taste any curry yet, Stacy,” asked Faye?

    Stacy had noted a certain exotic spice flavor but was about to apply in the negative when she heard two female voices squeal Faye’s name.

    “Lenore, Gretchen,” squealed Faye in response causing Stacy to realize BDSM dominas and Ivy League college girls shared certain characteristics especially when it came to greeting one another.  Stacy decided to keep her head down and stay focused on draining Jaggan’s balls.

    “What you doing out here? The Auto-De-Fe started hours ago,” said Lenore.

    “I’m waiting for my worthless slave, Stacy, to finish giving our driver his tip,” said Faye.

    “A tip for a tip,” said Gretchen causing the three to laugh at her bad joke.  Gretchen and Lenore peered into the front seat.  “She’s quite eager.  Is she the rich slut a friend loaned you?”

     “Yes, she’s the one.  She’s mine for the night to do with as I want. I already taught her how to come when she’s not breathing,” said Faye.

     “Don’t forget you promised to share,” said Lenore.

     “Of course, if you two help me rig her for the contest then she’s yours for an hour,” said Faye,

     “Is she that noisy when she’s eating you out,” asked Gretchen?

     “She and I have been screwing since six and she’s still horny.  She’s a borderline nymphomaniac who adores edge play,” said Faye.

     “Looks like the driver’s about to blow,” said Lenore listening to Jaggan chant in his native Hindi.

     “Slave Stacia, don’t you swallow a drop of Jaggan’s semen until I tell you to,” said Faye.

    Jaggan cried out in profane Hindu as he felt the onrush of his orgasm.  He was surprised the American made him ejaculate so quickly.  He had spent the afternoon in bed with a distant cousin and they had made love so many times he’d lost count.  His family was anxious for him to agree to marry the girl since she was a Patel and there would be a considerable dowry plus important social and business connections.  Right before his shift started, he had called his father to say he agreed to the marriage.

    When Faye had offered him Stacy in place of his tip, his choice would have been obvious except he was so exhausted from making love to Rupasi he doubted he could perform.  However, the American’s beauty, her incredible breasts, and the manner she was dressed proved irresistible.

    Jaggan’s orgasm also proved irresistible.  As he twisted in his seat forcing Stacy’s head down on his spurting manhood, he called out for Lord Shiva to regenerate his linga.  His testicles repeatedly contracted expelling his life force; their journey hurried by the powerful suction she applied to his urethra.            

         Stacy concentrated on providing Jaggan a satisfying climax.  When he finished squirting, there was a pool of warm semen resting on the floor of her mouth.

    Jaggan lay back in the seat completely spent as Stacy raised herself to seating then slipped out the car door.

    Lenore and Gretchen followed Faye and Stacy into the old theatre.  Stacy waited while Faye checked in at the admissions desk and acquired their party identifications.  The two stood silent as Lenore and Gretchen were admitted.

    “Open your mouth and show us,” said Faye once the foursome was together.

    Stacy opened her mouth to display Jaggan’s semen.  She was mildly surprised when Gretchen produced a small flashlight she used to illuminate the interior.

    “I’d say she’s been a good slave conferring credit to her mistress,” said Lenore peering in Stacy’s mouth along with the others.

    “I agree. You may swallow, Slave Stacy,” said Faye.

***

    Stacy’s visit to Mark’s father had left her apprehensive about paying Mark’s debt to Faye.  Still she reasoned nothing could be as bad as what happened at the prison.  Attending Faye’s lesbian party sounded like a piece of cake compared to sex with a four hundred pound psychopathic murderer.

    As before, Stacy had been informed by email about her upcoming evening.  This one had been only slightly less cryptic.

   

Slave Stacy

    As Mike should have explained New England Ladies of Leather are having their spring Auto-De-Fe this Saturday.  Doors open at eleven but no one arrives before midnight.  Don’t worry about what to wear.  I’ve got your outfit.  We will dress at my place (Taymoor Apartment No. 117).   Arrive by 6:00PM.  Don’t be late!

Mistress Faye  

    “Somebody is in for an interesting evening.  I almost wish I was going,” said Portia when Stacy showed her Faye’s email.

    “Mike explained nothing other than I was expected to attend.  Why does she refer to me as Slave Stacy and herself as Mistress Faye?  Is this an S&M thing?” said Stacy.

    “Bingo, I hope you like kissing butt and licking boots because that’s required.  Faye must fancy herself a domina.”

    “And I’m her slave.  I get it.”

    “My guess is she wants to show you off.  You’re a trophy slave,” said Portia planting a kiss on Stacy’s worried cheek.

    “Trophy slave, trophy whore, and trophy conjugal visit wife for murderers, this is getting old.  Honestly though, after what I went through at the prison it sounds kind of tame,” said Stacy.

    “Don’t underestimate them.  Just because they’re women playing at S&M, don’t think they can’t be as bad as the serial killers at A.J. Pullman Maximum Security,” said Portia.

    “If it’s any worse, I’ll shoot myself,” laughed Stacy.

    “Let’s see what we can learn from the Internet about the New England Ladies of Leather,” said Stacy accessing the Google WEB site and searching on the club name.

    “So it’s not just lesbians,” said Stacy looking at the screen display of a tall leather clad woman twisting the testicles of a man chained to a wooden X-shaped cross.

    “No, they allow a few male submissives to attend with their mistresses.  Nothing thrills the soul of a lesbo domina like listening to a man screaming while some sweet young femme performs a loop the loop with his balls,” said Portia.

    “Based on what happened to me the last few weeks, I’d like to do the twisting,” said Stacy.

    “She wants you to arrive early.”

    “Yeah, why,” asked Stacy.

    “She wants you all to herself so she can come early,” said Portia resting her head on Stacy’s bare shoulder.

    “Your puns are awful,” said Stacy kissing Portia on the cheek.  “Why do they call it an Auto-De-Fe? What is it, anyway?”

    “The term is associated with the Spanish Inquisition.  In Spanish, it translates to act of faith.  It was at an Auto-De-Fe that the Inquisition burned the heretics at the stake.  I suppose someone thought naming their parties that was cool,” said Portia.

    “But no one really gets burned at the stake,” said Stacy.

    “No, but Mistress Faye might drip hot candle wax on your boobs or your pussy,” said Portia.

    “Ouch, I bet that hurts.”

    “Like blazes, especially if they use cheap paraffin candles, real beeswax burns at a more controlled temperature but the candles are more expensive,” said Portia.  “My nipples, pussy lips and clit have seen their share of hot wax.”

    “And where did you learn that factoid,” asked Stacy?  “My Mother insists on bees wax candles.  She says they burn cleaner.  I wonder if she’s ever dripped wax on my dad’s testicles.”

    “We had a sex club at my high school,” said Portia. “We experimented with BDSM among other things.”

    “Really, I was in the French club at my high school.  You allowed someone to drip hot wax on your privy parts?” asked Stacy reaching out to cup Portia’s sex.

    “Yes, my older sister, Margaux,” said Portia spreading her legs to allow Stacy easier access.  “Last time we talked, she said she was a domina but she prefers men as slaves.  Per Margaux, female slaves are too needy always looking to be whipped or dildo fucked.”

    “Margaux, the one who is in the Marines, she was in the sex club?”

    “She started the club.  She was a senior and I was a freshman.  I was her slave my freshman year,” said Portia.

    “And she gave you the hot wax treatment?”

    “Yes, she was always experimenting with different types of torture.  I idolized my older sister so I let her do whatever she wanted as long as I got her attention. I even begged her to let me drink her piss direct from her urethra.  Besides, it kept us poor inner city girls amused.  We couldn’t afford clothes and makeup,” said Portia.   “Look, their WEB site has pictures of the fall Auto-De-Fe.”

    “Slave auction, what’s that?” asked Stacy reading a screen caption.

    “They auction slaves to the highest bidder.  The money goes to charity.  You may find yourself with a different mistress for part of the evening,” said Portia.

    “So Mistress Faye’s rug is not the only one I have to munch.”

    “Most likely, I would hazard a guess you’re also going to be in for having your bum paddled and your nips clamped,” said Portia looking at an on screen image of a leather clad mistress and her nude slave girl.  The girl’s small breasts were adorned with a vicious looking set of weighted alligator clamps.  The girl was grimacing in pain and there were tears coursing down her cheeks.  An inset picture close-up showed the sharp spring powered teeth were crushing her nipples while fishing weights pulled her boobs toward the floor.  Her thighs and buttocks were covered in bright red stripes.   The girl’s face reflected her pain; at the same time, the smile of her Mistress showed her enjoyment.

    “Now you’ve really got me looking forward to it,” said Stacy.

    “These are going to attract a lot of the wrong kind of attention,” said Portia taking Stacy’s nipple in her mouth and sucking gently.

***

   

    It was five minutes to six when Stacy entered the Taymoor Apartments in Somerville, a Metro Boston city adjacent to Cambridge.  She pushed the buzzer of Apartment 117 and the door’s electric lock opened immediately.

    “Welcome, you’re on time,” said Faye stepping aside for Stacy to enter.

    Stacy couldn’t help but notice Faye was wearing a Chinese print silk robe that wasn’t tied.  Her naked and tattooed body was clearly visible as she led Stacy into the living room.  It also revealed to Stacy that Faye was a serious devote of fitness.  The terms, buff, ripped, came to Stacy’s mind.  It was the kind of serious female muscle that appealed to few men but perhaps any number of femme lesbians looking for a strong woman to dominate them.

     “I thought your coming early would give us an opportunity to get to know one another before we left for the party,” said Faye.

    “Sounds great,” said Stacy determined to play the role of willing whore to avoid another confrontation with Mike.  “You’re in terrific shape.  You must work out.”

    “Five times a week, I’m planning to compete next year after I add more muscle mass,” said Faye as she slipped off the robe to pose.

    “How do you build abs like that,” asked Stacy placing her hand on the hard ridges of muscles covering Faye’s abdomen?

    “My abs routine I do seven days a week.  I’ll show you later,” said Faye putting her arm around Stacy’s shoulder and kissing her.  They held the kiss for some time.

    “I made some appetizers.  Would you mind opening the wine while I get them out of the oven,” said Faye heading into the kitchen.

     Stacy looked around the apartment as she twisted the corkscrew.  The furnishing looked well used.  Still it was neat and clean.  Old style black and white movie posters featuring famous actresses provided what passed for wall décor.  There was a comfortable looking couch facing the television.

    “Go ahead and start getting undressed,” yelled Faye from the kitchen.

    Why not thought Stacy pulling her top over her head.  It’s what I’m here for.

    “You like bruschetti,” asked Faye carrying a tray into the room.

    “Love it,” said Stacy pouring the wine.

    “My Mom is Italian.  It’s her recipe.”

    “Delicious,” said Stacy after taking a bite.  “One of these days I want to learn to cook.”

    “Your mother didn’t teach you?”

    “No, Mom can’t cook.  She leaves that to Maurice.”

    “Who’s Maurice?

    “Our cook, he’s been with us for years,” said Stacy.

    “I keep forgetting Mike said you were rich and live in a mansion in Weston,” said Faye.

    Portia had suggested that Stacia attempt to learn more about Mike from Faye.  “Mike seems to know a lot about me.  Have you known him long?”

    “Almost five years next month,” said Faye as she reached behind Stacy to unsnap her bra.

    “I almost peed my pants when you and Mark arrested me.  I thought my life was over,” said Stacy slipping the bra off.

    “You were easy to set up.  Cecile slipped the perfume in your bag while you were shopping at the make-up counter,” said Faye lifting Stacy’s breast then kissing it lightly.  Faye did not miss the fact Stacy’s nipple immediately came erect.

    “Cecile?”

    “A girl friend of mine, you’ll see her at the Auto-De-Fe tonight.  But I doubt you’ll remember her.”

    “How did you pick me out,” asked Stacy.

    “It was all Mike’s doing.  He told us you were in the store.  He was following you.”

    “Christ, I didn’t suspect a thing,” said Stacy.

    “Don’t feel too bummed out about it.  Mike Cabreeze is smart, smarter than most.”

    “But why me, I’m nobody special?” asked Stacy leaning back.

    “These are certainly special,” said Faye as she cupped Stacy’s breast and then leaned over and kissed it.

    “They’re just a little bigger than average.  Something I owe to my Mom who complains about hers’ all the time.  She’s been talking about having a breast reduction since forever but she never seems to get around to it.”

    “So what do you think of mine,” asked Faye flexing her pectoral muscles causing her almost non-existent breasts to bounce.  Her nipples were surprisingly long compared to the underlying breast.

    “They turn me on,” said Stacy taking Faye’s hard nipple in her mouth and sucking it.  Stacy looked Faye in the eyes as she swirled her tongue over the prominent bud.

    “Guys are turned off by female body builders.  At least most guys are.  Suck hard.  Suck till it hurts,’ said Faye holding Stacy’s head against her chest.  Her cheeks hollowed as she applied all the suction she could muster while her hand reached down to cup Faye’s hairless sex.  Stacy was amazed at how muscular Faye’s pubic region was.

    “My recent experience, no, all my experiences with guys has not been that great,” said Stacy after she stopped sucking Faye’s nipple.

    “Not what I heard.  Mark said you put on quite a show at AJ’s.  He says you’re a freaking nymphomaniac.”

    “I was scared shitless.  No wasn’t an option.  I’d never been in a prison before.  You’re not really a person there.  It’s a different world,” said Stacy as she placed her hand on Faye’s bare thigh then moved it upward to stroke Faye’s sex.

    “Staying out of jail was also how I met Mike.  Finger fuck me,” said Faye opening her thighs to invite Stacy’s hand to explore.  “How’s the bruschetti?”

    “Excellent, you can really cook.  Mike arrested you too?” asked Stacy.

    “Me, along with my Mom, Aunt Zoe, and older sister, Lucia and a couple of girls from Estonia, we had an outcall over on Mt. Auburn Street.”

    “Outcall,” asked Stacy pressing her hand against Faye’s sex using the heel of her hand to massage Faye’s clit while her fingers teased her opening.  Eating bruschetti with one hand while playing with Faye’s pussy with the other struck Stacy as both erotic and unhygienic.

    “Escort services come in two flavors, incall is where the John comes to the girl and outcall where the hooker goes to the John.  Cop wise, its better to move around but you lose time and therefore money traveling.  I know greater Boston better than most cab drivers,” said Faye hooking one leg over the couch arm then squeezing Stacy’s finger with her vagina.

     “You were a prostitute?”

     “Third generation, but we were Elite Escorts in the phone book,” said Faye.  “However, we never escorted anyone.  That’s not exactly true.  Every so often, a guy would hire one of us just to go to a dinner and movie no sex.  Those in my opinion were the real creeps.”

     “With your Mother and Aunt,” asked Stacy tracing her fingers in a circle around Faye’s clitoris.

     “It’s a family business.  Here, use this,” said Faye opening an end table drawer and removing a dildo vibrator.

     “So you all went to jail,” asked Stacy taking the dildo, flicking the on switch and rubbing the tip over her own nipples before licking it and placing it on top of Faye’s clit.

     “No, not that time, Elite Escorts took on a new business partner,” said Faye.

     “Mike,” asked Stacy?

     “And his Posse but let’s be real, Mike is the Posse,” said Faye.  “My Mom figures she’s comped those guys a million dollars worth of free pussy the last five years.”

     “But you are no longer involved,” said Stacy pressing the tip of the dildo into Faye’s opening.

     “No future in it plus to be honest I don’t care for men.  I used to help Mom out if she was short handed but since I’ve gotten serious about bodybuilding, guys aren’t interested in muscle babes.  However, she’s been getting requests from female executives for girls with muscles.  And if they want somebody who’s my type, I pack up my strapon cock and head out.  It’s an easy way to make a few hundred doing what I like”

     “So you became a security guard?”

     “Mike got me the job after I asked him to help me make a career change.  I’m going to get my two-year degree next month from community college then study Criminal Justice at Northeastern for my bachelors.  Mike promised he’d help me get on one of the local PDs once I graduate.  What are your plans?” said Faye pinching and twisting her own nipples.

    “Apply to law school.  I’m interested in International Law,” said Stacy beginning a rhythmic insertion and withdrawal of the dildo while using the fingers of her other hand to stimulate Faye’s clitoris.

    “Neat, I’ll arrest them and you put them in jail,” said Faye.  “Loose the jeans.”

    “Sounds like a plan,” said Stacy standing up to remove her jeans.

    “Since I’m the Mistress and you’re the slave, I get to orgasm first.  Mark said you ate this Latina cunt to an incredible climax at the poker party.”

     “Adriana, she belongs to Lou.  She’d never been with a girl,” said Stacy kneeling down before Faye to resume the dildo action.

     “Lou’s a sweetheart sober and a real bastard when he’s drunk.  He beat the crap out of my sister one time,” said Faye scooting down closer to the edge of the couch.  “She was dumb enough to suggest he either let her get on top or lose some weight.”

     “He got drunk and passed out at the poker party,” said Stacy before licking Faye’s clitoris.

     “Just between us girls, Mike is getting concerned about Lou’s boozing.  Now, enough shop talk, Slave, eat my cunt like a good bitch.”

Chapter 22 Breath Control

 

    “Lie down in the center of the bed on your back.  Don’t speak unless I ask you a direct question.   I’m going to put you in restraints,” said Faye leading Stacy into the bedroom.

    Stacy scooted to the center of the double bed.  Faye was well prepared.  Each of the four bedposts was equipped with a leather cuff attached by an adjustable nylon strap.

    Stacy and Faye had performed oral sex on one another until both climaxed.  In spite of the circumstances, Stacy found herself turned on by Faye’s buff figure.   It was her first experience with a female body builder.  As she traced the veins and arteries that rose slightly above Faye’s skin with her tongue, Stacy became more and more aroused. She loved the sensation of finding hard muscle where normally there was softness.  But after both girls had climaxed, Faye was ready for S&M play.

    “We’re not going to do anything too serious.  I want to stimulate your senses for the Auto-De-Fe,” said Faye as she buckled the leather cuffs around Stacy’s wrists and ankles.  Once they were secure, Faye adjusted the straps until Stacy felt stretched like a rubber band.  Faye added to the physical tension by wedging a cushion under Stacy’s bottom.

    “Have you ever been placed under restraint before,” asked Faye rubbing her hands over Stacy’s body, paying special attention to her breasts.

    “No, Mistress, but it turns me on,” said Stacy watching Faye’s hands knead her breasts then pull and twist her nipples.

    “Being helpless adds to the eroticism.  At least it did for me when I was a submissive,” said Faye sitting on the edge of the bed to switch her attention to Stacy’s vagina.  She easily slipped several fingers inside Stacy’s vagina.  “I see you don’t have a problem with self-lubrication,”

    “Thank you, Mistress, you’re right.  It is erotic to be helpless and under someone else’s control,” said Stacy realizing she was completely at Faye’s mercy.  She found it both frightening and arousing.

    “I can touch you anywhere I want and there is nothing you can do about it,” said Faye placing her hand on Stacy’s sex sliding her fingers downward into the opening.  “You’re so wet. Gretchen would call you a gusher.”

    “Gretchen,” asked Stacy?

    “Fellow domina, she trained me.  I was her slave for six months.  You’ll get to meet her.  She’ll be there tonight,” said Faye removing her glistening fingers and transferring them to Stacy’s mouth.  “Taste yourself.”

    “Delicious,” said Stacy sucking Faye’s fingers.

    “You spoke, naughty girl, and I didn’t ask you anything.  I’ll have to punish you,” said Faye getting up and leaving the room.

     Faye returned quickly carrying a small glass bowl full of ice cubes.  Stacy started to speak then thought better of it.

    “I better cool you down. You’ve been a naughty slave,” said Faye taking a cube out of the bowl then sliding it inside Stacy’s vagina.  Several others followed the first cube until Stacy’s cunt was packed with ice. Next, she selected a large cube and held it against Stacy’s clitoris.

    “I’m freezing,” said Stacy reacting to the cold building in her sex.

    “Bad slave girl, be quiet, you need to be punished,” said Faye taking another cube and holding it against Stacy’s nipple.

    Stacy’s discomfort grew.  Her cunt and clit were freezing.  She began to make little cries of pain as her female parts endured the ice.  Faye kept pressing fresh cubes against her clit and nipples.  Stacy began to twist and plead for Faye to stop.  The pain became more and more intense.

    Finally, when Stacy was about to loose control and start screaming, Faye relented.

    “That’s enough of that,” said Faye removing the ice from Stacy’s nipples and clit.  She used her fingers to remove most of the cubes from Stacy’s vagina.

     “That’s a mind trip. Isn’t it?” asked Faye soaking up the melted ice with a dishtowel.

     “My teeth were about to start chattering,” said Stacy.

     “Once when I disobeyed Mistress Gretchen, she made me sit in a bathtub of ice for an hour. I was going out of my mind.   I never disobeyed again.  Let’s try something more exotic,” said Faye standing up to walk to a nearby dresser.

   “Ever experienced the Wartenberg Pin Wheel,” asked Faye holding up one of several metal tools she was holding.

   “No, Mistress Faye,” said Stacy eyeing the shiny stainless steel device nervously.  It looked simple enough, a handle with a small wheel at one end.  Faye used her fingers to spin the wheel.  Stacy could see there were needle like points along the circumference.

    “I’m surprised since your parents are doctors and this is an actual medical device.  Dr Wartenberg, who was a neurologist, invented his wheel to test nerve reactions as it glides over the skin.”

   “I never developed an interest in medicine, Mistress Faye.”

   “No domina would consider herself properly equipped unless she owned a Wartenberg Pin Wheel,” said Faye placing the wheel on Stacy’s shinbone at the ankle and rolling it toward her knee.

   “Jesus Christ,” yelled Stacy reacting to the rolling puncture of her flesh.

   “Hurt,” asked Faye?

   “Yes, Mistress.”

   “Shinbones are sensitive,” said Faye passing the wheel over Stacy’s other leg.

   “God, please stop,” screamed Stacy.

   “Walls are thin here at the Taymoor,” said Faye taking a ball gag out of the drawer.  “Open wide.”

    Stacy complied even lifting her head to allow Faye to buckle the leather strap at the base of her skull.  The red rubber ball forced her mouth open to the point her jaw hinge ached.

   “Something for my scrapbook,” said Faye aiming a camera at Stacy.  “Say cheese.”

    “Now where was I?” asked Faye picking up the pin wheel and rolling it up and down over the soles of Stacy’s foot.  Stacy screamed violently into the gag.

   “If you don’t obey me at the Auto-De-Fe, I’ll cane the soles of your feet.  That is just the worst.  I had it happen to me once.  I couldn’t walk for three days.  In Arab countries, they punish thieves by hanging them upside down in the market.  A buff policeman takes a six-foot bamboo cane and goes to work on their instep.  Some of them never walk again.”

    Stacy screamed over and over as the wheel traveled from her toes to the base of her heel.  Her screams did not stop when Faye moved up to her inner thighs.  She twisted and writhed against the straps.  Behind the gag, Stacy was begging Faye to stop.

    “The best thing about the Wartenberg is how simple it is to control the pain level,” said Faye rolling the wheel over Stacy’s armpit.  “You can apply no pressure like this.” Faye lightly held the wheel at it traced a path from Stacy’s elbow along her underarm passing it over her armpit.

   Stacy still squirmed in pain as the tiny needles traveled across the flesh.

    “Or you can press down and really make it hurt,” said Faye rolling the other arm with greater pressure. The wheel left a trail of bloody dots. Her effort caused Stacy to rise up and arch her back.  Her muffled scream filled the small room.

    “Must not neglect these beauties,” said Faye moving the wheel to Stacy’s breasts.  Faye hesitated for a moment looking up at Stacy.  “You have the most beautiful expressive eyes.  Right now they’re saying please Mistress Faye.  Don’t hurt me any more.  I’ll do anything you say just don’t roll the wheel over my perfect tits.  Too bad.”  Faye rolled the wheel back and forth over Stacy’s nipple and areola.

    Stacy couldn’t believe the level of pain as the sharp points tortured first one breast then the other.   It was inescapable.  There was no way to control or ignore the agony as each needle created its own dot of physical hell.  Stacy twisted in her bonds as Faye tortured her breasts.

    “Now for the finale,” said Faye resting the wheel on Stacy’s clit giving her a few seconds to recover.  “I don’t think we women are as sensitive down there as men.  I once saw a mistress suck her male slave hard till where he was just about to shoot.  She tied sash chord around his cock and balls stopped his orgasm in mid flight.  Then she put her wheel right on the tip of his cock.  You could see the bastard was praying to every God in heaven and hell for her to stop.  She just smiled as she rolled the wheel from his piss hole, down the underside of his shaft, over his balls to his anus, sort of like this.”

    Stacy bit into the rubber ball between her teeth as her clitoris experienced the wheel then the soft flesh that lead to he vagina.  The wheel rotated over her vagina piercing the flesh surrounding her opening then moving downward creating agony each millimeter it traveled.  Finally it moved across her anus.

    “All done,” said Faye setting the wheel aside then reaching behind Stacy to remove the ball gag.

    “Water, please,” begged Stacy?

    “Now that wasn’t so bad,” said Faye cradling Stacy’s head in her lap as she offered her a sip of water.

    “It was God awful,” said Stacy as she sipped.  “I can’t imagine anything worse.”

    “The next part will be much easier.  I need a piss break.  You just rest here because we are not done,” said Faye.

    Stacy listened as Faye went into the bathroom to urinate. It was several minutes before Faye returned.

    “If you can keep quiet, I won’t have to gag you again,” said Faye waling over to her dresser and opening a bottom drawer.

     Stacy watched as Faye removed a leather harness from a drawer then buckled it around her waist before she tightened the buckles of the belting circling her thighs.

    “Most strap on harnesses are cheap imports and don’t work very well.  This one is hand made by Mistress Kendra in Derry, New Hampshire. You should check out her WEB site.  I bought it when I was working at Elite.  You’d be surprised by how many straight men love having a cock in their ass,” said Faye reaching back in the drawer to remove an enormous double-ended dildo.

     “This is a custom fitted dildo,” said Faye.  For an extra fee, you can visit her studio where she makes a rubber mold of your vagina.  “Ever seen anything like that?”

    “No, Mistress Faye,” said Stacy who had almost recovered from her ordeal.

    “That is how the inside of my pussy looks,” said Faye holding up the slightly shorter odd shaped end as she squirted lubricant over the surface.  “This rough patch goes right up against your G-spot.  I highly recommend you get one of these.”

    “Would you please email me the name of her WEB site,” asked Stacy.

    “Sure, fits like a glove,” said Faye as she eased the dildo inside her cunt.  That left the much larger banana shaped end dangling menacingly in front.  Faye slapped it down several times to demonstrate for Stacy how it popped back in place.  “The harness is made of glove leather and it stays in place.”

    “I definitely want one for myself, Mistress Faye.  Portia loves dildos.  You have to hold the one we bought at the adult store or it moves around.”  

    “This baby is made for pounding pussy and ass,” laughed Faye as the dildo swayed back and forth.

    “God, it’s huge,” whispered Stacy staring at the object.

    “Sorry, did you say something?” asked Faye?

    “No, Mistress, I didn’t speak,” said Stacy realizing Faye wanted to return to the role-play.

    “Good you’re learning,” said Faye as she twisted the dildo locking it firmly to the front of the harness.  “One of my best customers when I was escorting full time was a lawyer at a downtown Boston firm.  He was a full partner with his name on the door and this huge home in the suburbs. Maybe it was Weston.  I can’t recall.  He had a daughter who would be about your age.”

    God I wonder if I’m going to survive my night at Faye thought Stacy as Faye took a seat on the side of the bed.

      “Baxter Fleming was his name. He was in his late forties, handsome as a movie star, and very distinguished looking.  You know any Flemings?”

     “Sorry, I don’t think so,” said Stacy not mentioning the fact she’d gone to school with Adele Fleming and her father was a lawyer.

      “Baxter was into kink.  First, I had to completely shave his cock and balls.  Cross-dressing was the next phase. I had to bring a wig, lingerie and make up.  Next, we’d play horsy.  I’d ride him around his office, whipping his ass with a ridding crop.  Then the crazy bastard would lie face down across his desk sobbing while I swatted his rear with an antique hairbrush he kept in his safe.  The hairbrush had some childhood significance but I never learned what it was. For a finale, I’d place this dildo right up against his brown eye and give it a slight push just enough he knew it was there.  He’d start to cry.  After he begged and pleaded for me not to sodomize him, I would proceed to ass fuck the shit out of him.  The really odd part was that he called me Lucinda the entire time.  Later I learned he had an older sister named Lucinda.  Weird, but it was an easy five hundred.”

    “Sex is strange, Mistress Faye,” said Stacy feeling that Faye’s story required some kind of comment.    

    In spite of the fact her vagina was still store, Stacy felt her lust growing as she looked at Faye’s muscular body adorned with the enormous faux cock.  The column of latex waved back and forth as Faye searched her dresser drawer some additional toy.

   “There you are,” said Faye removing a large butt plug and a fresh plastic bottle of lubricant from the drawer and tossing them on the bed.  They landed next to Stacy’s head.  Stacy eyed the cone shaped butt plug apprehensively.  Portia had used a smaller one to train her for anal intercourse.  She had spent a half hour learning to relax with her rectum filled to bursting.  Faye’s butt plug was at least twice the diameter of Portia’s.

   Stacy read the lubricant label aloud while Faye returned to looking through the dresser drawer. “Silky smooth lubricant, velvety soft, and long lasting, it never gets sticky or dries out.”

   “Here it is,” said Faye holding up a blood pressure cuff attached to a black rubber bulb as she walked back to the bed.  

    She can’t be going to take my blood pressure thought Stacy.

    “I need to retie you,” said Faye undoing the Velcro fastener that held the nylon straps attached to Stacy’s ankles.  She raised Stacy’s leg then attached it to the same bedpost as her wrist.  When Faye finished the other leg and tightened the straps, Stacy was bent double with her legs in a wide.  Her weight was distributed along her back and shoulders.

    “It’s called the nun’s position,” said Faye stepping back to take another picture of Stacy in her trussed up state.

    “Why was it called that, Mistress Faye,” asked Stacy?

    “The Mother Superior would tie the novices this way to keep them from masturbating.  It was also very convenient for the priest or bishop wandered in for a piece of tail,” said Faye picking up the butt plug.

     “It’s very large, Mistress Faye,” said Stacy.  “Is there anything smaller?”      

    “No, this is it.  Mark said you were into anal so I borrowed this from one of my gay friends who is into fisting. Think of it as a bushing to tighten you up so you’ll really feel it when I fuck your pussy,” said Faye squeezing some of the lubricant on her fingers then working them into Stacy’s anus.

   Stacy moaned as Faye’s fingers stretched her anal ring and entered her rectum. After several minutes in which Faye progressed from one finger to four, Faye picked up the butt plug, re-coated it with lubricant then pressed the pointed tip against the center of Stacy’s now relaxed and lubricated sphincter.

   “I could slowly ease this inside you, taking it slow, letting you get used to it until your anal ring was ready to accommodate the widest part or on the other hand I could do this,” said Faye quickly forcing the plug all the way inside Stacy’s anus.

   “Oh, fuck, it hurts.  Take it out,” yelled Stacy her rectum on fire.  The intense pain caused Stacy to writhe from side to side straining at the cuffs causing the bed to shake.

   “Take a few deep breaths.  Here, I’ll distract you,” said Faye taking a small multi-strand whip out of the nightstand drawer and slapping it down on Stacy’s sex.  The clear polymer strands landed with a smack on Stacy’s vulva creating an incredibly sharp sting. Faye’s strength made even the most casual blow painful.

    “Oh shit, that hurt,” said Stacy her pussy on fire.

    “So what hurts worse, your pussy or your ass,” asked Faye striking even harder this time.  Each of the strands created a narrow line of pain across Stacy’s sex causing her body to buck and twist.

    “Pussy, my pussy hurts worse,” said Stacy realizing her rectum had relaxed.  It still felt painfully full as if someone had put a log inside her but the torment had lessened considerably.

    “Are you sure?  How about your right tit,” asked Faye slapping the whip down on Stacy’s breast?

    “Please stop,” cried Stacy twisting in her bonds.  There were tears in her eyes.

    “Or your left?” asked Faye whipping each breast in turn before delivering a particularly hard blow to Stacy’s sex.

    Stacy twisted in pain, her breasts and sex on fire.

    “Please, I’ll do anything just don’t hit me any more,” begged Stacy.

    “I’ll stop if you tell me you love me,” said Faye reaching down to partially extract the butt plug then pushing it back inside Stacy’s rectum.  Stacy’s anus tightly clinched the narrow neck of the handle.  Faye used the handle to rotate the butt plug causing Stacy additional pain.

   “I love you,” said Stacy.

   “Say I love you Mistress Faye with all my heart.”

   “I love you Mistress Faye with all my heart.”  Stacy desperate to escape the pain, tried hard to sound sincere.

   “Hurt someone bad enough and they’ll say anything,” said Faye setting the whip aside then leaning down to kiss Stacy.

   “Close your eyes and relax, I’m going to make you cum,” said Faye breaking the kiss and reaching for the warming jell.

   Stacy’s rectum had relaxed to the point there was no burning pain.  There was, however, a sense of strong pressure inside her abdomen.  Grateful that the whipping had ceased, Stacy relaxed her body as Faye rubbed the warming jell into her sex.

   For the next few minutes, Stacy enjoyed the oral and digital manipulations of Faye.  She alternated between Stacy’s sex, breasts, and mouth, slowly bringing her to a fierce climax.

   “Now you’re ready for a Mistress Faye special.  I don’t do this for just any slave,” said Faye reaching for the blood pressure cuff after wiping her hands on a towel. Faye raised Stacy’s head as she circled her neck with the blood pressure collar. She pressed the Velcro fastener together.    “This is the ultimate in a mind fuck,” said Faye as she repeatedly squeezed the rubber bulb inflating the collar.

    My God she’s going to choke me to death thought Stacy starting to twist in her restraints.

    “Don’t panic.  We’re going to practice asphyxaphalia,” said Faye.  “I’ve done this a hundred times and nobody has died yet.”

    “Asphya-what,” asked Stacy?

    “Never heard of being choked during intercourse, it’s been in the media,” said Faye taking a position between Stacy’s outstretched legs using the dildo’s head to part her labia.

    “I don’t think this is a good idea,” said Stacy.

    “Who gives a fuck what you think, silly slave?  Now be quiet or I’ll gag you,” said Faye easing the cock head into Stacy’s opening.

    “It’s too big,” said Stacy reacting to the pain.  She could feel the cock pressing against the butt plug. My God I’m not hollow thought Stacy feeling the pressure on her internal organs.

    “No, its not,” said Faye pushing to gain a few more inches of penetration.

    “You’re splitting me apart,” groaned Stacy trying to shift her body to accommodate the large objects inside her body.

    “If I do, they can sew you back together,” said Faye taking hold of Stacy’s hips then using then for leverage, forcing the dildo all the way inside Stacy.

    “You’re killing me,” cried Stacy her body on fire.

    “This is the part where you’ll really think I’m killing you,” said Faye giving the blood pressure cuff several pumps.

   Stacy fought to breathe as the cuff narrowed her air passage.  Faye moved back and forth causing the dildo to withdraw to where it was barely in her entrance before her muscular compact body slammed it forward bringing the rubber spines of the strapon cock’s clitoral stimulator into contact with Stacy’s clit.  Faye ground the spines into Stacy’s nerve dense flesh as her mouth sucked and bit into her breasts.

    Intense abdominal pressure coupled with pain from multiple locations magnified by the panic of not being able to breathe, brought Stacy to a level of sensation she would not have thought possible.  At some point, Faye squeezed the black rubber bulb enough to completely close Stacy’s throat.  As Stacy began to black out from lack of oxygen, she experienced an orgasm so intense she thought she was dying.

    The hiss of air escaping accompanied by the relaxing of the pressure cuff brought her back to consciousness.  After a moment’s respite, Faye recommenced her efforts. Three times Faye choked to the threshold of unconscious.  Each time Stacy had an orgasm.  Finally on the fourth time, Stacy lost consciousness completely.

    “Wake up, Slave Stacy,” said Faye flicking cool water on Stacy’s face from the bowl of melted ice.  Faye had removed the cuffs and the butt plug.

   “That was awesome,” said Stacy stretching.

   “Some people have an out of body experience.  Did you find yourself running toward the light?”

   “Something like that,” said Stacy feeling incredibly relaxed.

   “We can nap for two hours then we have to start getting dressed,” said Faye slipping under the cover to take Stacy in her arms.

Chapter 23 Lesbian Leather Rave

    “Jesus, that hurts,” said Stacy responding to the strain in her groin as Lenore and Gretchen pulled on the rope attached to the cuff buckled around Stacy’s ankle.  The rope moved around the pulley high above the stage raising her off the floor leaving Stacy suspended by one leg.

     “It’s supposed to hurt, Bitch.  Otherwise it wouldn’t be sado-masochism,” said Lenore, Faye’s rather plain looking fellow domina. Lenore was also Faye’s work out partner.  The exposed parts of her body rippled with muscle as her arms strained to raise Stacy.

    The leather cuffs bit into both ankles as the two girls stretched her to the verge of dislocation. A short length of chain secured the other leg to an eyebolt in the floor.

    “That’s enough, you two.  We’re not trying to dismember her,” said Faye looking up from her search through her large nylon equipment bag.

    Stacy’s position reminded her of the yoga posture called a standing one leg split, one foot firmly on the ground and the other pointed toward the ceiling with her hands grasping the ankles nearest the floor.  It was a difficult posture requiring both balance and strength.

   But Lenore and Gretchen had raised Stacy off the floor until the chain around the ankle on the floor was taut.  Giving a final pull, they managed to add enough tension to where Stacy screamed in pain.

         “Shut up or I’ll gag you.  Don’t embarrass me,” whispered Faye as she expertly snapped a pair of police handcuffs on Stacy’s wrist.

    “How long will I be expected to stay in this position?” asked Stacy looking at the back of the curtain concealing her from the audience standing in front of the stage.  Stacy was in a theatre named the Pilgrim in downtown Boston.

    She recalled Portia had researched the Pilgrim when she learned it was the location of the Auto-De-Fe.

    “The place was built in 1926 in an art deco style.  It was quite beautiful in its day,” said Portia looking at a WEB site dedicated to purchasing and restoring the old theatre.

    “Is that the old theatre in Boston’s Combat Zone,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, it was originally designed to show silent movies and showcase vaudeville acts.  So it must have a stage,” said Portia.

    “When did it close,” asked Stacy?

    “1964, as a regular movie theatre, done in by the mall and the mega-plex,” said Portia.

    “That was a hell of a long time ago.  How come no one tore it down?”

    “According to the Save Our Pilgrim WEB site, it showed adult movies until about ten years ago,” said Portia.

    “Deep Throat, Debbie Does Dallas, that kind of film,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, movies for the raincoat crowd,” said Portia.

    “Raincoat crowd, you lost me,” said Stacy.

    “Passé expression, men supposedly wore raincoats to the porn theatres.  They could play with their cocks under the raincoats and no one could see what they were doing,” said Portia.

    “Doesn’t exactly sound like they could fool anyone,” said Stacy.

    “Probably didn’t. Anyway, they stopped showing triple X films several years ago.  No doubt the Internet, VHS, and the DVD killed it.  Why take the risk of jerking off in public when you can do it in the privacy of your own home.”

     “So why is the Auto-De-Fe in such a historic building,” asked Stacy?

     “You can probably rent it cheap.  Rock concerts by bands you’ve never heard of are held there.  I bet you can still smell urine and jism left from the good old days.”

    “Now I am really looking forward to Saturday night,” said Stacy.

    “Want to make a donation to the Pilgrim Restoration Fund?”

    “What’s their goal?”

     “Ten million and they have raised three million,” said Portia.

     “I’ll talk to my accountant,” said Stacy.

    Stacy had been surprised by the size of the theater.  The lobby was huge.  There were two balconies and an orchestra level that seated over a thousand movie goers when it opened.  The seats had been removed except for several rows in the back.  A crowd of female dominants and slaves was standing at stage edge anxiously waiting for the four competing mistresses to exhibit their slaves in positions of restraint.  The one displaying her slave in the most original and painful position won a gift certificate from a local leather store.  Faye had informed Stacy winning was more a matter of prestige than a valuable prize.

    “How long do I have to stay in this position?  I may never walk again,” said Stacy.

    “Until the judges decide the winner, now shut the fuck up,” said Faye tying off the rope that bound Stacy’s cuffed hands.  Her wrists and foot were tied to the same ring embedded in the stage.

    “Yes, Mistress,” said Stacy trying to relax.

    “Make sure she turns easily,” said Faye to her helpers.  Seconds later, Stacy was spinning in a blur.

     “Don’t, you’ll make her puke,” said Faye grabbing Stacy to stop the motion.

   Around her there were three other mistresses busily at work with ropes and pulleys preparing their slaves.

   “You’re going to geld me, damn it,” said the young male slave next to Stacy right before he screamed in pain.

    “One more word and I will twist them off and give them to a dyke friend of mine to make a pair of earrings,” said his mistress.  Straining to look in his direction Stacy could see he was hanging in a reverse suspension, belly to the stage floor, suspended from the ceiling by his ankles and wrists.  Spreader bars separated his legs and arms reminding Stacy of a naked Superman.  His mistress had just attached a clear plastic bag of ball bearings to his wildly overstretched testicles. A cock ring maintained his sizeable erection.  There was a growing puddle of sweat on the floor below him.

    I am still definitely bi-sexual decided Stacy staring hard at his cock and wondering how it would feel inside her.   She doubted there would be a chance for her to find out.  

    “Done,” commented Gretchen as she tied off the rope Lenore was straining to keep taut.

    “This is a very tight crotch stretch.  You know how to tell?” asked Lenore placing her hand on Stacy’s sex.

    “The tendons in her inner thigh are standing out,” offered Gretchen.  “She’s on the verge of dislocating something.”

    “Nope, her pussy is gapped open just a tiny bit.  See,” said Lenore sticking several fingers inside Stacy’s vagina and twisting them causing Stacy to moan.  “She’s wet too.  What a fucking whore! Where did you find this slut, Faye?”

    “Long story, keep working you two,” said Faye.

    Stacy grunted as Lenore forced more of her hand into the narrow opening. Lenore worked her fingers in and out of Stacy’s cunt several times before bringing them to her mouth for a taste.

     “She’s full of goo, like churning butter.  Nothing tastes better than a pussy in pain,” said Lenore licking her fingers.  “Fear enhances the flavor.  Want a taste, Gretchen?”

    “I said stop fucking around you two. We have to finish in exactly five minutes. Put this up her tush,” said Faye handing Gretchen a long graduated brightly colored anal dildo.  Concentric donuts of graduated along its length.  The largest was four inches in diameter. There was a small ring at the top of the plug.  Stacy now realized why Faye had inserted such a huge butt plug in her ass while they were at her apartment.  She was getting me ready concluded Stacy.

    “Need some lube,” said Gretchen reaching into Faye’s bag to extract a large tube of Wet.

    “You’re going to let us play with her later.  Aren’t you, Faye?” asked Lenore ignoring Faye’s order to stop putting her fingers in Stacy’s cunt.

    “Sure, if we win, she’s yours until the slave auction.  Jesus Christ, Stacy, you’ve got big tits.  That’s the largest suction cup they sell,” said Faye placing a large glass cylinder over Stacy’s breast.  The lip of the cylinder was coated with a silicone lubricant that created a tight seal when it came in contact with Stacy’s chest.

    “What’s that,” asked Stacy?

    “That is a nipple and breast pump,” said Faye slipping a second cylinder over her other breast.

     “What does it do,” asked Stacy?

     “It shapes and enlarges your breasts and nipples,” said Faye attaching a clear plastic hose to the ends of both cylinders.

     “Shapes how,” asked Stacy?

     “If I had time I would train you to never question your mistress.  You’ll see,” said Faye rapidly squeezing the handle of the pump.

     “Does it hurt,” asked Stacy starting to feel the suction?

     “Of course, silly, you’re going to beg us to cut your tits off,” said Gretchen.

    “Pump her up for me,” said Faye handing the vacuum pump to Lenore.

    Stacy watched in disbelief as her mammary formed itself into a perfect cylinder and moved down the glass tube.  Her nipple grew thicker and longer as her breast was drawn toward the end.  The pain was almost more than she could bear.

    “Beer can titties, I just love beer can titties,” said Lenore.  “What’s her hole like, Grech?”

    “You into Yoga and Pilates, Slave Girl,” asked Gretchen her fingers stroking the walls of Stacy’s vagina as her other hand worked the ringed anal dildo past her sphincter. Gretchen enjoyed being able to feel the dildo’s donut rings through the walls of Stacy’s vagina.

    “Yes, I practice Astanga Yoga daily and go to Pilates Reformer class three times a week,” said Stacy amazed at the effect the pump was having on the shape of her breasts.  Her nipples were huge.

    “I knew it. Guys must love to fuck you,” said Gretchen amazed at the strength of the muscles lining Stacy’s vagina.

    “Let me feel,” said Lenore reaching up to replace Gretchen’s hand with her own.  Lenore forced four of her stubby fingers inside Stacy.

    Stacy moaned as she felt Lenore’s fingers rub the walls of her vagina.

    “She has got a big G-spot.  I bet she cums like a crack whore,” said Lenore.

    “All done, bowel deep,” said Gretchen when Stacy’s sphincter closed around the narrow neck of the long anal dildo.

    Stacy bowels felt full to the point of bursting and she whimpered in pain.

    “Does that hurt, Stacia?  Is it too big for your precious little butt hole?  Wait till Lenore and I fist you.  I’m going in up to my elbow and crack your ovaries together like castanets,” taunted Gretchen?

    “God yes it hurts.  I feel like my bowels are going to burst,” said Stacy.

    “Excellent, that it is how it should be.  There’s no point to an anal dildo unless it hurts like hell,” said Gretchen grabbing the T-shaped handle and giving it a turn causing Stacy to cry out.

   “What I wouldn’t give to have her boobs.  What size, Stacy?” asked Gretchen as she pumped.

    “34D,” said Stacy trying to block out the pain that seemed to be coming from all directions.

    “They’re not real, are they?  Who did them for you?” asked Gretchen.

    “They’re real,” said Stacy wearily.

    “Bullshit, they’re implants,” said Gretchen slapping Stacy hard on her bare bottom.

    “No, they’re all mine.  Implants would have burst by now and saline solution would be running out my mouth and pussy,” said Stacy.

    “Oh, I didn’t think of that.  I guess they’re real,” said Gretchen helping Faye close the air valve and disconnect the pump from the end of the cylinders.

    “On three,” said Faye taking hold of the base of the glass cylinder.  Gretchen was holding the other cylinder.

    Gretchen counted to three where upon both girls twisted the cylinders breaking the seal.  Stacy sounded a sharp cry as the lubricant reluctantly relaxed its grip on her tender flesh.  When Stacy looked down she saw that her breasts had retained their cylindrical shape.  Her nipples were over an inch long.  There was a red ring around the base and it was throbbing with pain.

    “Lenore, stop playing in Stacy’s pussy and bind her hair,” said Faye handing Lenore a large clamp.

    “Are you a natural blonde too?” asked Lenore gathering Stacy’s hair in one hand.

    “Just highlights, Ouch,” said Stacy as she felt Lenore release the clamp capturing her hair.

    “Done, what’s next, boss lady?” asked Lenore.

    “Hook this to the end of the hair clamp,” said Faye handing Lenore a short elastic chord with an S-hook on each end.

    “Got it,” said Lenore hooking the hair clamp and drawing Stacy’s head straight back until the tendons in her neck showed the strain.

    “Now feed it down the crack of her ass through the eyelet on the end of the anal dildo then around to her cunt and through the eyelet on the end of the dildo in his pussy,” said Faye.

    “Dildo, what dildo in her pussy?” asked Lenore looking around.

    “Shit, I forgot, this one,” said Faye grabbing a very large dildo out of her equipment bag.

    “Got a smaller one? I don’t think it will fit,” said Lenore eying its ten-inch length and even more impressive girth.

    “One minute to curtain,” announced a nearby contest official.

    “Make it fit.  That’s all I got,” said Faye.

    “Hope you didn’t plan on ever having a family, Stacy.  This baby is a womb ripper,” said Lenore as she began to force the five-inch diameter object into what appeared to be a one-inch hole.

     When Stacy opened her mouth to scream, Faye deftly captured the tip of her tongue between the jaws of a spring loaded tongue crusher.  She allowed the jaws to snap shut on the soft muscle choking off her scream of agony.  Stacy’s pink tongue was smashed flat by the tension.  Unable to close her mouth or speak properly, she babbled her misery.

      “Tongue crushers are just so unpleasant.  We got to get some pics once we’re done,” said Gretchen.

      “Won’t go, Faye,” said Lenore.  “Sure you don’t have anything smaller or we could just forget it.”

      “The fuck it won’t,” said Faye reaching up to slam the heel of her hand down on the base of the still protruding dildo.  Stacy’s shriek of agony came out as a guttural cry thanks to the tongue crusher.  Her cry was quickly followed by an even louder expression of agony when Faye used several more blows with the heel of her hand to pound the dildo home.

     It’s in.  Just needed to apply a little elbow grease,” said Faye.  “Thread the chord through the loop.”

    “What’s the matter, Stacy? Cat got your tongue,” said a laughing Gretchen reaching down to pull and twist Stacy’s nipple.

      As Stacy’s entire body trembled, Lenore threaded the chord through the ring on the base of the dildo then stretched the elastic to place the s-hook through the ring on the tongue presser.

    “Let her rip,” said Faye.

    Lenore released the elastic cable.  It snapped taut.  Stacy’s head jerked back as the clamp in her hair took hold.  At the same time, Stacy’s pink tongue was yanked over her lower teeth. The elastic chord firmly held the butt plug and dildo in place.  Stacy’s whimpers of pain were muted by her inability to control her tongue.

    “Wow, you’re a fucking bondage genius, Faye,” said Gretchen admiring the end result. “The bitch is really hurting.”

    “Look at her eyes and the way the tendons in her neck are standing out.  You can tell she’s in god awful pain,” said Lenore.  “She may rip her tongue out or snatch her head bald before we’re done.”

    “Tough titty, I intend to win tonight,” said Faye determinedly as she reached into a bag for her camera.

    “Curtains coming up,” announced someone.  Lenore and Gretchen grabbed the bags of equipment and scurried off stage along with the rest of the helpers as the curtain opened on the four dominas and their painfully restrained slaves.   Faye gave Stacy a spin.  

    The winner was decided by applause and when the official asked the audience to vote for Mistress Faye and Slave Stacy the crowd applauded long and loud.  Stacy had to stay in position for several minutes while Faye accepted the congratulations of her peers and a gift certificate.

   Gretchen and Lenore untied Stacy and helped her to walk to the back of the theatre where she spent the next hour performing oral sex. Faye’s helpers proved to be very loud and demanding about how they wanted their pussy eaten and their assholes tongued.

    “Shit, Stacy, go comb your hair and fix your make-up,” said Faye arriving promptly at the end of the hour to announce Stacy was going up for sale in the slave auction.

 

***

   

    In spite of her recent exhibition of sexual intercourse before a large crowd at the prison, Stacy found it humiliating to crawl on her hands and knees out on stage wearing nothing but heels, hose, and a dog collar attached to Mistress Faye’s leash.  A crowd of two hundred murmured their approval of Faye’s slave.  Faye liberally applied the small whip to Stacy’s rear as they covered the short distance.  Moments before, Stacy and Faye had watched from the wings as several slaves were auctioned.

   “Hold your head high and stick your boobs out.  We want to get a good price,” hissed Faye when the announcer introduced them.   “It’s for charity so you should give it your best shot.”

   Once they reached stage center, Faye pulled Stacy to her feet.  She found herself standing at stage edge looking down on the crowd.  Her breasts and nipples had almost returned to their normal size.

    “Do your yoga wheel,” whispered Faye.

    Stacy gracefully leaned backward bending her knees until her hands touched the floor.  She thrust her abdomen toward the ceiling as she widened her legs.  Stacy was in a yoga position called the wheel or reverse table.  The crowd applauded her flexibility.  

    Faye stepped over Stacy straddling her.  Holding the end of a flashlight in her mouth, she took hold of Stacy’s labia and pulled them apart.  Stacy’s vagina opened as Faye leaned down to focus the light on the dark hole.  Based on the applause, Faye’s little display proved a crowd pleaser

    “If she was my bitch, I would have ringed her,” was a comment heard from the audience.  That brought to Stacy’s mind Portia and her labial rings.  Stacy had noted that a surprising number of the females present had rings piercing their clits and labia.

    “Now turn around, grab your cheeks and show them your asshole,” said Faye after helping Stacy to stand

    A mortified Stacy did as instructed.

    “Squat down,” said Faye emphasizing her point with a blow from her leather studded paddle.

    This has got to be my personal low thought Stacy standing bent forward in a crouch with her hands firmly separating her buttocks so wide it hurt.  Once again, Faye illuminated her orifice.

     Stacy stood quietly with Faye holding her leash as the auction got underway.

    “For two full hours, one hundred and twenty minutes of Slave Stacia’s time, how much am I bid?” said the Auctioneer.

    “The bidding started at fifty dollars but quickly went to two hundred.  The previous high had been one hundred fifty.  The building quickly settled down between two of the Mistresses. A tall statuesque blonde at the back of the crowd added fifty dollars to whatever amount was bid.

   At the surprising sum of five hundred, the bidder in the back prevailed.

   “Five hundred, going, going, gone, sold to Mistress.  What’s your title, Mistress?” said the Auctioneer.

    “Mistress Charlize,’ said the female walking forward and laying five Ben Franklins on the edge of the stage.

   “Sold to Mistress Charlize, a new member of our organization,” said the announcer.

Chapter 24 Mistress Charlize

    Stacy was surprised to see a petite brunette on a leash trailing the much taller Mistress Charlize.  While Mistress Charlize looked to be older and not particularly attractive, the brunette was young and pretty with a good figure.  Her abbreviated costume displayed almost as much flesh as Stacy’s.

    Under the glare of the stage lights, Stacy got a closer look at the two.  She guessed Mistress Charlize’s age as mid to late fifties, maybe older but the brunette looked to be in her twenties.  Why would a Mistress spend five hundred for her when she already had an attractive slave wondered Stacy?

    She certainly looks the part decided Stacy as she watched the regal looking female approach.  Mistress Charlize made the other dominas look like they were just acting a role they weren’t particularly suited for.  Faye graciously handed Stacy’s leash to Mistress Charlize even bowing her head slightly.  Mistress Charlize thanked Faye, leaned over and brushed her cheek with a kiss then handed Stacy’s leash to the brunette.

    “I’ve reserved one of the private areas to enjoy her,” said Mistress Charlize to Faye.  “Does the slave have a high tolerance for pain?”

    Stacy thought she detected a slight hint of an English accent in Mistress Charlize’s voice.

    “Very high, Mistress, she is yours to do with as you please so long as no permanent damage takes place,” said Faye.

    “She will be returned in good condition but I assure you she will suffer greatly.  I plan to exceed her normal tolerance and then some.”

    “Enjoy,” said Faye looking somewhat dazzled causing Stacy to wonder if there was such a thing as S&M royalty.

    Exchange completed, Stacy was led toward one of the curtained room reserved for punishing slaves in private.

    “I’m Mistress Charlize and this is Slave Simone.  But you are not to speak unless asked a direct question,” said Mistress Charlize as they reached the curtained area.

    “You can scream your bloody head off, however,” said Simone laboring under the weight of two sizeable bags of what Stacy assumed was S&M paraphernalia.

    The Auto-De-Fe organizers had hung blue plastic painter’s drop cloths to partition off six quasi-private areas along the side of the theatre.  For twenty dollars an hour, they afforded a minimum of privacy to punish a disobedient slave.  It was from those partitions that Stacy had heard several loud howls of pain during the evening.

   There was a hand written sign at the one they entered stating that it was reserved for Mistress Charlize.  The only furnishings were two cheap plastic chairs and something that struck Stacy as a kneeling bench; however Mistress Charlize called a punishment bench.

   Damn, they must have stolen that from a church thought Stacy eying the upholstered wooden furnishing.  She recalled that the last time she had been at St. Timothy’s for a wedding, the bride and groom had knelt on a similar fixture.  This doesn’t look too bad thought Stacy noting the cushioning for her knees and where she assumed her elbows would be.  They’ll probably paddle me and want me to perform oral sex.  I hope they don’t make my butt sore.  I have to sit in class next week.

    “Kneel on the punishment bench.  Close your eyes and be silent,” said Mistress Charlize as she and Slave Simone began unpacking their equipment.

    Stacy’s reverie was interrupted by the sound of a hiss followed by a blood-curdling scream from the adjacent screened off area.  It was easily the loudest and the most chilling cry that Stacy had heard in an evening when screams of pain were commonplace.  Ignoring her directives, Stacy looked in the direction of the scream. She saw the faint outline of the red glow of a brazier.  She had noticed several of the slaves had been branded on their buttocks or breasts.  Apparently, one of the six areas was equipped as a branding station.

    The plastic curtain in no way kept out the loud argument that followed. Stacy stayed silent and listened as the adjacent area was thrown into chaos.

    “Shit, you moved, you stupid little slut,” said a voice coming from behind the curtain.  That was followed by the sound of a slap followed by another.

    “I’m sorry Mistress.  I was afraid.  It hurts God awful,” said a younger female voice between sobs.

    “The brand’s smeared.  I can’t recognize my sign,” said the Mistress.  “How will people know you belong to me?”

    “Yes, you can.  I can see it.  It’s not too bad.   It will be okay once it heals.  Won’t it Mistress Margo?” asked the slave.

    “It’s fucked,” said another voice Stacy assumed was Mistress Margo.

    “We’ll just have to do the other tit,” said the Mistress.  “They won’t match and it’ll look like shit.”

    “Oh please, God no, you’re ruining me,” pleaded the Slave.

    “Margo, Bree, hold her tight this time.  If we fuck this up, we’re out of tits,” said the Mistress.  “You move his time and I’ll burn my sign on your face.”

    There were sounds of commotion with the slave screaming for them to leave her alone.  Then there was another hiss, a blood-curdling scream, and silence.

    “Good, that’s perfect,” said the Mistress.  “Nice and deep, she’ll take that to her grave.”

    “The stupid little cunt fainted,” said Margo

    “Serves her right. Let’s carry her over to the slave pit and throw her in.  Maybe someone wants her sorry ass.”

    Stacy had seen but not experienced the slave pit.  It was a small fenced area filled with writhing bodies.  Slaves who displeased their Mistresses were put in the pit to service dominatrices who hadn’t been accompanied to the Auto-De-Fe by a slave.  Since the dominas outnumbered the slaves, submissives were often the subjects of multiple simultaneous tortures.  Stacy had witnessed a hulking black Mistress force her fist inside the vagina of a screaming slave not half her size while another domina was dragging a Wartenberg pin wheel over her breasts.  Stacy didn’t have any illusions about what would happen to an unconscious girl tossed into the pit with two fresh brands.

    “Can we brand Stacy when we’re done, Mistress,” asked Simone interrupting Stacy’s train of thought?  “She has the breasts for it.”  To emphasize her point, Simone slapped Stacy’s boobs causing them to sway from side to side.

    “No fucking way,” said Stacy.

    “She spoke.  How disrespectful,” said Simone actually sounding shocked.

    “Nobody is going to brand me,” said Stacy seriously considering running for the door.

    “Stacia, fortunately for you our arrangement with Mistress Faye precludes permanent damage but it does not forbid us from teaching you to keep your mouth shut,” said Mistress Charlize. “Simone, restrain this impudent slave.”

    While Stacy had noted the similarity between the fixture and the kneeling benches at St. Timothy’s, she had not realized the one she was being chained to, was completely adjustable or that it came with numerous stainless steel fittings for attaching restraints.  Simone proved expert with the apparatus and in a matter of moments, Stacy was immobilized in a forward kneeling position.  Her legs were tightly strapped and separated making her orifices easily accessible from the rear.  Simone’s fingers tested their accessibility.

    “The slut’s holes are already loosened up,” said Simone slipping several fingers in Stacy’s cunt pushing hard to make it hurt.

    “They’ll tighten up before we’re done,” said Mistress Charlize.  “Hurry, Simone.  Stacia is anxious to learn what we have in store for her.  Aren’t you Stacia?”

    “Two hours is all you have,” said Stacy.

    “More then enough time for us to take you on a tour of hell itself,” said Mistress Charlize.

     Stacy was already uncomfortable from the tightly restrained and awkward position.  The top part of the bench pushed hard against her ribs right under her hanging breasts.  Her arms were fully extended forward and down at an angle from her body.  Her position also allowed access to her mouth.  An adjustable padded strut under her chin lifted her head upright straining her neck.  Stacy could move at most an inch in either direction.  Once more, she found her erotic senses triggered by the sense of being helplessness in the hands of strangers.

    “Excellent work, Simone,” said Mistress Charlize as she casually ran her hand over Stacy’s buttocks and lower back.  “She’s very beautiful.  Too bad she will have to suffer so.  But such beauty has a price.”

    From their first appearance on stage, Stacy observed there was something different about Mistress Charlize and Simone.  Their attire and even equipment was definitely more upscale and better quality than the other attendees.  Both Simone and her Mistress had the look of wearing custom-made S&M apparel.  The designer Versace came to Stacy’s mind.

    Simone was dressed in a stylish micro skirt and leather bra with knee high boots.  Mistress Charlize was wearing a short leather dress that look like it came from Hermes and matching boots that reached mid thigh.  Most of the mistresses and slaves were wearing apparel that looked home made or purchased in a local fetish store.  They were for the most part, cheap and ill fitting.  Faye’s breasts kept popping out of the leather corset and her boots were too large in the thigh so they kept slipping down making her look slightly ridiculous.  As a result, much of the clothing had been shed since the start of the Auto-De-Fe.

    But Mistress Charlize and Simone’s fetish apparel fit them perfectly.  And the leather looked to be much softer and better quality than the cheap cowhide worn by the others.  It was the same with their jewelry.  Jewelry was something that thanks to her recently departed paternal grandmother Stacy knew something about.  Out of respect she had sat with Grandmother Todd for hours as she explained how to select pearls and what to look for in the best diamonds, emeralds and rubies.  Grandmother Todd was born to a class of women who frequented Cartier and Harry Winston.  She could tell a real diamond from cubic zirconium at ten feet.  Thanks to Grandmother Todd, Stacy had a safety deposit box of extremely valuable jewelry.  The day she had offered it to Mike to let her go was one of her least proud moments.

   When Mistress Charlize bent down close to Stacy to check her restraints, Stacy could see the finely worked details of her necklace of tiny skulls each with diamonds in the eye sockets.  There were matching bracelet and earrings.   Simone was wearing a smaller version of her Mistress’s jewels.

   They must have the money to afford the couture version of S&M thought Stacy. And she did pay five hundred dollars for me, not a fortune but a lot for two hours of my time. The hard landing of a bare palm on her buttock interrupted Stacy’s thoughts.

    “Shit, that hurt,” yelled Stacy responding to the stinging pain in her rear.

    “You are one poorly trained slave,” said Mistress Charlize.

    “Can I play with her boobs, Mistress,” asked Simone who was already kneeling beside Stacy reaching under her to pinch and pull her nipples.

    “Later, tempos fugit, Simone, wire her up, and quickly,” said Mistress Charlize.

    Stacy watched as Simone extracted a bright orange extension chord from the bag and plugged it into a wall socket.  Next she removed a rather complicated looking metal box whose top was covered with dials and switches.  The side of the box contained connectors for electrical wiring.

    “AC or DC,” asked Mistress Charlize lifting Stacy by her hair.

    “What,” asked Stacy uncomprehending?

    “They say the only difficult thing about Harvard is getting in.  You’re certainly a stupid cunt,” said Mistress Charlize lifting Stacy by the hair then allowing it to drop.

    “Alternating current or direct current,” said Stacy deciding she didn’t much like Mistress Charlize.

    “Did you know that Thomas Edison was the champion of DC and George Westinghouse AC,” asked Mistress Charlize?  “Edison hired men to tour the country proclaiming the dangers of AC.  They would electrocute dogs and cats they got from the local pound to show the chamber of commerce DC was much safer.”

    “I recall reading that somewhere in grammar school.  I assume there is a converter in your control box that converts AC to DC.  How do you know I go to Harvard?” said Stacy dryly.

    “Simone, what is your usual punishment for questioning me in a sarcastic tone,” asked Mistress Charlize?  Simone was busily unpacking several sets of coiled electrical wires.

    “Ten with the paddle, Mistress,” said Simone dropping the wires to reach into the bag for a long handled leather paddle.  It was covered with black leather and the handle was a good three feet long.  There were several holes in the paddle end inside a circle of brass studs.

    “Pity, suck a beautiful ass,” said Mistress Charlize taking up a position at Stacy’s rear.  “S&M tradition demands you do the count thing.  Failure on your part, Slave Stacia, to announce the count will result in the number being reset to zero.  I assume even a Harvard student can count to ten while under duress.”

   As soon as Mistress Charlize finished her sentence, Stacy’s rear leaped into searing burning pain.  Stacy managed to yell out the primary ordinal as she bucked and twisted in agony.  My ass is on fire thought Stacy.  Just as the pain began to subside, another blow landed.  Portia was right decided Stacy.  My experience at the prison was better than this.

    Stacy spent the next few minutes howling in pain as Mistress Charlize landed powerful swats to her increasing red bottom.  The paddle was merciless as Mistress Charlize alternated between her buttocks.  But she did manage to count out loud each blow that left her bottom on fire. This was a new experience for Stacy.  Her parents did not believe in corporal punishment.  She had never been spanked.   As she lay sobbing, her rear end aflame, she was reminded that in the few weeks since meeting Mike Cabreeze, a lifetime of painful acts had been performed on her person.

    “Nice and warm with a delightful cherry hue,” commented Mistress Charlize running her hands over the raised whelps covering Stacy’s buttocks.

    “Please, no more,” begged Stacy.

    “Hush child, that was a mere appetizer before the main course.  Now, let’s continue our discussion.  I should warn you that twenty is the punishment for the second question.  Are you familiar with the Gestapo?”

    “German secret police for the Third Reich, Mistress,” said Stacy promptly and respectfully.

    “Correct and that wasn’t even an SAT style question.  I find most Ivy League students woefully ignorant of anything that isn’t considered Scholastic Aptitude Test material,” said Mistress Charlize.  “But what you probably don’t know is that the first version of the control box Simone is readying was developed at Gestapo Headquarters on the Fredrickstrasse in Berlin in 1941.  This is of course an improved version complete with the Underwriter Laboratories certificate of approval.”

    “No, I did not know that, Mistress,” said Stacy feeling very uneasy at the mention of the word Gestapo.  Stacy had a vague memory of having read a book about a young heroine in the Resistance that was captured by the Gestapo.  They did terrible things to her but she never talked.  Stacy shuddered as she recalled they used electricity in between dunking her in ice water.

    “Ready, Mistress Charlize,” said Simone having unpacked a bundle of wires and other hardware.

    “Look, this arrangement is ended.  I never agreed to be electrocuted.  I’m not even a slave really.  I’m just here to fulfill an obligation.  If you’ll left me go, I’ll see your five hundred dollars is returned,” said Stacy in her most authoritative voice.

    “Can I punish her for speaking out,” asked Simone?

    “Yes, you may, Simone.  I’m afraid, Slave Stacy, it’s twenty this time.  Don’t forget to count or we’ll be forced to start over,” said Mistress Charlize.

    “God no, please, I’ll make it a thousand dollars,” cried Stacy.

    “Sorry, Slave Stacia, your family’s money can’t get you out of this,” said Mistress Charlize.  “You are helpless and completely under my control.  In a matter of minutes, you will wish you were never born.”

    Stacy screamed each time Simone landed the paddle on her increasingly red and bruised bottom.  She was barely able to croak out twenty on the last blow.  Sweat was dripping off her when the beating ended.

    “Raw meat,” said Simone passing her hand over Stacy’s butt.  “Her skin will start to blister and peel off soon.”

    “Hear that, Slave Stacia.  I suggest if you want to go home with flesh on your ass, you cooperate henceforth.  The next offense will merit thirty blows.  Frankly, I don’t think that lovely tush of yours can stand it,” said Mistress Charlize.

   “I understand, Mistress Charlize,” said Stacy wondering how much damage had been done to her buttocks.

   “Good, now let’s play Gestapo and the Resistance,” said Mistress Charlize picking up a wire with a small metal cylinder on the end.  “I had a great aunt who parachuted into occupied France in 1943.   She fell in love with a member of the Marquis who turned out to be an informer for the Germans.”

    “And he betrayed her,” asked Simone handing her Mistress a tube of ointment?

    “Yes, he told the local Gestapo and they snatched her off the street. She loved to gather her nieces and nephews around her at bedtime and tell of her experiences.  When my mother learned the nature of the stories she was telling us, she was horrified.  But out of respect for what she suffered, my parents allowed her to continue regaling us with tales of rape, sodomy, and torture.  They felt sorry for her.  She had no children of her own.  The Germans had seen to that,” said Mistress Charlize.

   “Did you have any relatives who served in the Second World War, Stacia,” asked Mistress Charlize as she covered the cylinder with an oily white substance.

  “Yes, my great grandfather was a surgeon,” said Stacia.    

   “Zinc oxide, in case you’re wondering.  It enhances conductivity and acts as a lubricant,” said Mistress Charlize answering Stacy’s unasked question as she handed the object to Simone.

   Stacy grunted when she felt the cylinder inserted in her rectum then pushed deep inside her using some kind of probe.

    “Ten inches should do it,” said Simone.  “Right where the rectum ends and the lower intestine begins.  That area is the most sensitive.”

    It felt much deeper than ten inches to Stacy.  She could feel the wire hanging out her sphincter running down her leg.

    “Vagina, Simone,” said Mistress Charlize lubricating a similar but much larger cylinder before handing it to Simone.

    It was also put in place with some form of probe.  She could feel Simone maneuvering it until it was alongside  the one in rectum.

    “It’s in her cervix, right next to the other one,” said Simone using the probe to press the two cylinders together.

    “Excellent work, Simone.  I assume you have never been subjected to electrical torture, Stacia.”

    “No, never, Mistress Charlize, I beg you not to hurt me too badly.”

    “Your English is certainly a cut above that spoken by the great majority of your countrymen.  I would hazard a guess that almost everyone here would have said, I beg you not to hurt me too bad.”

    “Thank you, Mistress.  I have my mother to thank for that.  She almost had a calf when I spoke slang.”

    “Stacia is trying to be clever,” said Simone.

    “The Germans were clever people.  In the instruction manual for the use of electrical torture written by Reinhardt Heydrich he emphasized how important it was for the cylinder located in the high end of your rectum to exchange energy with the one in your womb.  The effect is agonizing.  Now be quiet and allow us to finish.”

    A terrified Stacy choked back any protest as Mistress Charlize used a forceps to grasp the tip of her nipple.  She pulled hard to elongate the flesh then rotated her hand a half turn causing Stacy to hiss in pain.

    “Now, Simone,” said Mistress Charlize causing Simone to position a saw toothed alligator clamp at the base then allow it to snap shut.  Tiny drops of blood appeared where the sharp teeth broke the flesh.

    “Oh God,” cried Stacy reacting to the bite of the metal teeth sinking into the stretched and twisted flesh of her mammary.

    “This is my favorite part,” said Simone pulling the wire to increase Stacy’s pain.  “She has such exquisite breasts.  I bet her lovers tit fuck her.”

    “Simone, watch your language.  Don’t be crude or I will have to punish you,” said Mistress Charlize.

    “Sorry, Mistress,” said Simone contritely.

    “Stacia, during the troubles in Argentina, the military used automobile jumper cables on the breasts of female students,” said Mistress Charlize as she captured the other nipple in her forceps and applied the clamp.  “Their methods were crude and unrefined.  In many cases, they burned off the end of the breast.”

     “There are jumper cables in the trunk of my car.  Want me to get them?” said Simone connecting the leads from Stacy’s nipples to the control box.

     “Don’t tease Stacia, Simone.  You’ll frighten the poor girl out of her wits.  Lymph nodes do not like electricity,” said Mistress Charlize using electrical tape to secure a silver dollar sized copper disc in the center of each armpit.  “You will find the armpit surprisingly painful.”

    “I beg you, Mistress Charlize, please do not hurt me.  I’m not into S&M really. I’m just here to return a favor,” said Stacy.

    “We are perfectly aware of your situation, Miss Todd,” said Mistress Charlize taking a leather headband with smaller discs from Simone.  She buckled it tightly around Stacy’s head.

    She knows my last name and that my family has money.  This was planned in advance realized Stacy.

    “If we scramble her brains, she won’t remember a thing,” said Simone.  “Stacy, want us to wipe your memory, like they did to Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Next?”

    “No, please don’t,” said Stacy.

   “Let’s see, rectum, pussy, nipples, pitts, and skull.  Am I missing anything, Simone?” asked Mistress Charlize.

    “Her clit,” said Simone handing her mistress a set of forceps and a wire terminated with a large clamp.

    “Of course, how forgetful of me,” said Mistress Charlize who proceeded to capture Stacy’s clit with the forceps and stretch it out to where the flesh became translucent.  Howls of pain escaped Stacy’s lips as the sensitive area was crushed in the forceps and stretched like a rubber band.  An even louder howl sounded when Mistress Charlize allowed the clamp to snap shut at the very base of her clitoris. When the forceps released the tip of her clit, Stacy could feel the clamp pressing tightly against her pubic bone.

    “Let’s test on low power, a quarter amp,” said Mistress Charlize placing her hand on Stacy’s left breast.

    “Left breast on,” said Simone turning a switch on the control box.  Stacy felt a small hum in her right breast.

    “Good, now the right,” said Mistress Charlize moving her hand.

    Moments later, they had tested all the contacts.

    “I doubt you know that in the late eighteen hundreds, there was widespread belief low voltages of electricity had a very beneficial effect.  Doctors, world wide including Freud, were busily electrifying body parts.  Electrification of the women’s sexual organs was considered especially effective for what was termed female hysteria,” said Mistress Charlize.

    “No, I did not know that.  Someone told me it wasn’t going to be on the SAT,” said Stacy.

    Mistress Charlize quickly landed a loud open palmed slap to the side of Stacy’s face.  A small trickle of blood oozed out of Stacy’s nostril.

    “Yummy,” said Simone who’d stepped forward to dab her finger in Stacy’s blood then brought it to her lips.

    “One should never be sarcastic with their mistress no matter how temporary,” said Mistress Charlize.  “Are you ready for hell on earth, Stacia?”

    “No way, but do I have a choice,” said Stacy the side of her face still burning.

    “Absolutely none,” said Mistress Charlize taking over operation of the control box from Simone.

    “We’ll start with quarter power on the left breast,” said Mistress Charlize twisting a knob.

    Seconds later, Stacy’s body contorted as her left breast felt a powerful current.

    “Now the left armpit,” said Mistress Charlize sending current there.  Stacy howled and bucked as the electrons tortured her.

    “Some torture victims report the nerve ganglia in the female clitoris are the most sensitive,” said Mistress Charlize switching the dials and applying more current.

    “May we watch, Mistress Charlize?” asked a voice from the direction of the entrance.  Stacy’s howls had attracted attention

    “Of course, come in everyone, but please be quiet,” shouted Mistress Charlize.

    Stacy sensed that the temporary room was filling up. While she could only see the people directly in front of her, she could tell the area behind her was packed.

    “I’ve always wanted to try electricity but lack the experience and the money,” someone commented.

    “Watch closely, everyone, and I will demonstrate the power of electricity to induce pain. Simone, a block of rubber for Slave Stacia,” said Mistress Charlize.  Stacy didn’t resist as Simone stuck a large square of black rubber in her mouth.

    “Can’t have you crushing your teeth,” said Mistress Charlize.

    The next hour was among the most awful in Stacy’s life.  Mistress Charlize constantly switched the location of the current.  Stacy’s insides grew increasingly warm.   The crowd kept murmuring their approval each time Mistress Charlize flipped the dial causing Stacy to scream through the rubber block and contort her body in reaction to the ungodly pain.

     “Mistress Charlize, is there a possibility you’ll damage her ovaries,” asked someone in the crowd?

     “If I understand your question right, you’re asking if I send several amps of power in Stacia’s vagina, rectum and clit at the same time, will it scramble the eggs in her ovaries thereby rendering her sterile.  I don’t know.  Let’s try it and see,” said Mistress Charlize flipping several dials then pushing the button to electrify Stacy’s abdomen from three directions.

     “Some people like their eggs scrambled,” said Simone.

     “I love the way her eyes bug out when the current passes through her skull,” said an onlooker when Mistress Charlize sent the current to the discs circling her head.

     Stacy had no idea how long her electrical torture was the center of attention.  She had a vague recollection of Mistress Charlize thanking everyone for watching and asking for a few final moments of privacy as her time with Slave Stacy was about to expire.

   “Water,” croaked Stacy when she was alone with Mistress Charlize and Simone and the rubber block removed.

   “Give her some water, Simone,” said Mistress Charlize.  “I’m surprised she can still talk or even think.”

    Simone placed a straw between Stacy’s lips.  The water was cool.

    “Enough,” asked Simone?

    “Yes, thank you,” said Stacy feeling somehow both numb and in terrible pain from her head to her feet.

    “Watch the door, Simone,” said Mistress Charlize.

    Stacy was vaguely aware that Mistress Charlize was standing directly in front of her. Her brain was in an electricity-induced fog.  She opened her eyes as Mistress Charlize raised her leather skirt.

   I’m not sure I have the strength to eat her pussy thought Stacia as Mistress Charlize’s leather covered crotch came into view inches from her face.  That was when the unexpected happened. Mistress Charlize pulled apart the snaps holding her panty crotch together and out sprung the largest cock Stacy had ever seen.

    “Surprised,” asked Mistress Charlize.  “Suck it, Stacia, or I’ll send enough current through your skull to reduce your brain to jelly.  You’ll be too stupid to pass those ridiculously easy exams your lazy professors prepare.”

    Stacy was too physically and mentally exhausted to do anything but open her mouth and accept the cock.  She strained to open her jaw enough to accommodate the mushroom head.  She felt two metal hooks enter her nostrils.  When she looked up, she saw Mistress Charlize pulling on the handle of the forked tool forcing her mouth to open.  The pain was indescribable.

    “A nose hook should keep you from biting,” said Mistress Charlize.

    Stacy could only make a guttural sound as his cock covered her tongue then began to wedge its way down her throat.

    “You weren’t expecting to suck cock,” said Mistress Charlize taking hold of Stacy’s skull to force his member to the back of her throat.

   There is no way that monster is going down my throat thought Stacy.  It’s too large.

   “My faggot friends christened it the Choker at Oxford,” said Mistress Charlize.  “One night, one of the more ambitious dons under the influence of a very good ruby port attempted to swallow its entirety.  He lost consciousness before he achieved his goal.  Unfortunately, I was in no condition to help him.  The authorities declared it an accident of course.  My only regret was that his early death precluded the completion of his biography of Coleridge.”

    Stacy began to struggle for breath as the phallus moved down her throat

    “I detect the onset of cyanosis.  You need to breathe, Stacia.  Don’t we all.  Of course, since we’re poisoning the planet, choking to death on my cock could save you from a life time of breathing the putrid atmosphere mankind calls air these days,” said Mistress Charlize before he relented and pulled his member from Stacy’s mouth.

    “Please, I can’t take any more,” whispered Stacy gasping for air.

    “Just to prove what a kind mistress I am, I’ll finish in your other two holes,” said Mistress Charlize before walking around the punishment bench to Stacy’s rear.

   A hand took a firm grip on Stacy’s hair pulling her head back straining her neck.  A pitiful moan escaped Stacy’s mouth as Mistress Charlize’s cock entered her recently tortured vagina.  The muscles lining Stacy’s pussy were so sore from the repeated shocks that she began to scream as the oversized dick traveled the ravaged passage.

    “An acquaintance of mine told me the most painful thing you can do is fuck a woman after her vagina has been torture with electricity.  Of course, being an interrogator in the Mexican Federal Police, he should know.  The electricity shocks the lining leaving it stiff and raw.  You can’t see this but you’re getting blood all over my cock.   Maybe I better switch to your ass before you bleed out,” said Mistress Charlize.

    “Please, no,” was all Stacy could mutter as she felt her buttocks being parted.

    Stacy had a moment of no pain followed by one of searing agony as Mistress Charlize forced his cock past her sphincter.  Fortunately, her anus was still coated with the lubricant used to insert the cylinder.  Stacy spent the next few minutes in rectum hell as Mistress Charlize took a firm hold on her battered flanks and repeatedly thrust into her.

     “Notice anything different about this particular act of sodomy,” asked Mistress Simone.

    “It hurts,” was all Stacy could manage; however she could feel something moving in her abdomen.

    “The Choker is reaching past your rectum to the first loop of your lower intestine.  Are you feeling your bowel straighten?  I’ve been told it’s agonizing.”

     “Yes, you’re killing me.”

     “The time I must return you to your Mistress approaches,” said Mistress Charlize increasing the rate of his vicious sodomy.  Finally, he climaxed then collapsed on Stacy’s back.  He was dripping sweat and breathing hard as he took a moment to recover.

    “I hope that was as satisfactory for you as it was for me,” whispered Mistress Charlize in Stacy’s ear.  “You’re a damn sight stronger than I thought you would be.  You should be a vegetable by now.”

    The last thing Stacy recalled was Simone approaching with a syringe.

Chapter 25 Doctor Myers

    “Who are you,” asked Stacy waking up looking into the handsome face of the young black man whose stethoscope was placed directly between her naked breasts.  A quick glance around informed her she was back in her dorm room.  She was completely nude lying on her own bed.  For that she felt enormously grateful.

    “He’s a doctor, Stacy, a resident at the hospital,” said Portia standing beside the bed looking worried.

    “How long have I been out,” asked Stacy?

    “It’s 10:00 Sunday morning.  Faye and two of her friends brought you here around eight.  I got worried when I couldn’t wake you.  I called Gary and asked him to examine you.”

    “Let’s check your vitals,” said Gary wrapping a blood pressure cuff around Stacy’s arm.  “What kind of drugs did you take?”

    “None, I was given a shot that knocked me out,” said Stacy.  “Are you a real doctor?”

    “That’s what my medical diploma from Tuffs says.  I’m doing my residency at Mass General.  I’m Gary Myers.  One twenty eight over seventy six, not bad.”

    “Gary and I play together at a jazz club in Charlestown.  He’s an incredible reed man,” said Portia.  “Roll over, Stacy, and let Gary look at your butt.”

    “Here, let me help,” said Gary taking Stacy gently by the shoulders and helping her to turn.

    “How could just turning over hurt so much,” said Stacy once she was on her stomach.

    “Somebody worked your derriere over pretty good,” said Gary lightly touching Stacy’s striped rear.

    “Thirty swats with a brass studded leather paddle the length of a baseball bat,” said Stacy.

    “It looks like raw hamburger.  Shit, I knew I should have gone with you,” said Portia.  “From now on, I’m going to be there to watch your back, no, your ass.”

    “How bad is it,” asked Stacy trying to look over her shoulder?

    “Not as bad as it looks,” said Gary.  “I have an ointment that should help reduce the redness and swelling.”

    “It’s red and blistered,” echoed Portia.  “But it’ll heal.”

    “Can I make the diagnosis or did you become a doctor in your spare time,” asked Doctor Myers smiling at Portia?

    “Sorry,” said Portia.

    “Portia said you were into S&M,” said Gary squeezing some ointment onto his gloved hand then gently rubbing it on Stacy’s rear.

     “What I said was that you were at an S&M party,” said Portia.

     “I plan to swear off S&M for the rest of my life.  Gary, I owed somebody a favor and agreed just this once to attend as her slave.  It was a very painful experience.”

     “And to show her appreciation, she blistered your ass,” said Gary.

     “No, it wasn’t her.  I was sold at a slave auction to raise money for charity.  The Mistress who bought me did that along with some even worse things.”

     “Faye asked, no she begged me, to ask you not to tell Mike what happened,” said Portia.  “She seemed very worried.  She said if you were really hurt, Mike would chop her tits off with a fire axe and make her eat them.  She left her number for you to call when you’re feeling well enough.  She wants to apologize.”

     “Anything else I need to look at,” asked Gary.  “There’s a bruise on your cheek.”

     “She, no he, slapped me,” said Stacy.  “But I’ve still got all my teeth.”

     “I thought it was domina only,” said Portia.  “The Ladies of Leather let a male dominant play.”

     “Not knowingly, this tall dominatrice, Mistress Charlize, who bought me at auction was actually a cross dresser with a very large cock.   In fact it was the largest I’ve ever seen.  It didn’t look human,” said Stacy.

     “And you got to try out this phenomena,” asked Portia?

     “In all three orifices and that was after he tortured me with electricity in my vagina and rectum.  But first, he lectured me about how we have to thank the Gestapo for introducing modern electrical torture.  He spoke with a British accent and he said he went to Oxford.  It was the most painful intercourse ever.  It made losing my virginity seem like a cake walk.”

     “Sounds like you had one hell of an evening,” said Gary screwing the cap back on the ointment and handing the tube to Portia.  “Electrical torture hurts.  I’ve treated patients who were introduced to Sparky then forced to have intercourse.  The muscles lining the vagina are not in any condition for penetration.  That’s why it’s popular with electro freaks.  First you shock the hell out of a girl’s pussy then you fuck it to make her scream.”

     “It was to quote Mistress Charlize, hell on earth.  When he was shocking different body parts I reached the point I wanted to die in the worst way.  I hurt everywhere now,” said Stacy.  “Especially when I move.”

     “Joint pain,” asked Gary?

     “Yes, it hurts to move my little finger and my little toe

     “I am going to examine you thoroughly.  It will hurt. Breathe normally and try to relax,” said Gary.  “You could have broken something.”

     Stacy took deep breaths to control the pain as Gary carefully probed and felt every part of her body.

     “Hold her ankles,” said Gary lifting Stacy’s legs.  Portia took Stacy’s ankles and gently pulled them to her chest.

    “Your pussy is red as a fire engine,” said Portia.

    “Mistress Charlize said it was bleeding so he kindly took his super cock out of my vagina and stuck it up my ass,” said Stacy.

     “Take a deep breath,” said Gary as he inserted a speculum in Stacy’s vagina.

     “You should be used to that,” said Portia.

     “You make a habit of gynecological exams,” asked Gary shining a flashlight inside Stacy.

     “I recent repaid another favor by visiting a friend’s father in prison on conjugal day.  I was selected for a cavity search.  And I’m a favorite for a full body search when I fly.”

     “Pretty girl syndrome,” said Gary.  “If you ever visit our ER, the residents will examine you very thoroughly.”

     “Only the men residents,” said Portia.

     “And the lesbians,” said Gary peering into Stacy’s vagina.  “I don’t see anything that requires stitches.”

     “Thank God,” said Stacy.

     “Let me look.  I’ve never seen the inside of a pussy before,” said Portia.  “Mind if I get my camera and take a few images for my scrap book?”

     “Very funny,” said Stacy.

     “There are some abrasions but nothing that needs suturing.  Avoid vaginal penetration for a week,” said Gary removing the disposable speculum and tossing it into the trashcan.

     “I don’t know whether I can go a whole week without a fuck,” said Stacy.  “I suppose blow jobs will have to do.”

     “Your sphincter also shows signs of recent entry,” said Gary applying surgical lubricant to an anal speculum.

     “Only by fingers, tongues, oversized dildos and giant cocks, I’m surprised it still closes,” said Stacy.

     “Breathe deep,” said Gary easing the device past Stacy’s rosebud.

    “Maybe we should give up anal,” said Portia.  “The problem is that I adore a good ass fuck.”

    “It’s a generational thing.  My mother has never allowed my father to enjoy her anally,” said Stacy.  “Maybe that’s why he occasionally strays.”

    “Odd that you know that,” said Portia.

    “My mother insisted I have a thorough education in human sexuality.  And being a doctor, she was incredibly graphic and detailed.  She even gave me a book showing the results of untreated STDs,” said Stacy.

    “I remember that book from med school.  I was afraid to touch a pussy for weeks,” said Gary.

    “It was a stomach turner,” said Stacy.

    “I learned through trial and error,” said Portia.  “So why is she opposed to anal?”

    “Easier to transmit an STD plus she believes it is for the man’s pleasure not the woman’s,” said Stacy.

    “She should try it before she condemns it,” said Portia.

    “I’ll pass that on to her.  My Dad would certainly endorse your suggestion.”

    “Stacy’s parents are famous doctors.  Her mother is an allergist and her dad is a heart surgeon,” said Portia.

   “Oh, I didn’t know I was treating the daughter of medical royalty.  I’ve heard of the Doctors Todd.  Are you pre-med?” said Gary.

   “No, pre-law, I figure there are enough Todd’s flashing their Caduceus around,” said Stacy.

    “Your rectum is slightly inflamed, no anal penetration for at least a week,” said Gary removing the speculum.

    “I’ll die of horniness,” said Stacy.  

     “Explain the needle mark,” said Gary looking at a small red dot on Stacy’s upper arm.

     “That’s how Mistress Charlize knocked me out after they were finished.  I lost consciousness seconds after the injection,” said Stacy.

    “Faye said they found you unconscious lying on the floor.  Mistress Charlize had vanished,” said Portia.

     “As far as I can tell, there’s nothing broken.  People subjected to electrical torture sometimes get stress fractures from the extreme contractions of the muscles caused by the electricity,” said Gary after completing the exam.

     “You’ve seen this before,” asked Portia.

     “I did my internship in the Bronx, New York.  The use of electricity is more common in the S&M world than you would think.  It doesn’t leave any marks and like Stacy says pure agony.   Portia, here are thirty tablets of Vicodin. Give her two tablets every six hours,” said Gary handing Portia a plastic pill bottle.

     “So Stacy’s okay,” asked Portia?

     “It appears that way.  Respiration and pulse are normal.  There are minor scrapes and contusions in the lining of the vagina and rectum but they should heal in a few days.  But if you aren’t feeling much better in twenty four hours, you should check yourself into Brigham & Women’s for a complete set of diagnostics,” said Gary as he reached down to pull a buzzing pager off his belt.

    “Damn, they need me in the ER,” said Gary looking at the pager as he removed his gloves and tossed them in a nearby trash receptacle.

    “You’ve got to leave now,” asked Portia sounding disappointed?

    “Yes, I was hoping to spend some time with my favorite piano player,” said Gary putting his arm around Portia and kissing her.

    “How about a quickie,” asked Portia grinding her pelvis against Gary’s leg as she rubbed his cock?

    “Where?  Is there an empty dorm room we could use,” asked Gary.

    “You’re not becoming shy? Are you?  We’ll do it here.  Stacy doesn’t mind.  She likes to watch.  Don’t you, Stacy?”

    “Go ahead.  I’ll watch.  I’d make it a threesome if I wasn’t so damn sore,” said Stacy.

    “All right, but I don’t have much time,” said Gary looking again at his watch.

    “Blow your load and leave. No reciprocity required.  Come by next week for a leisurely three way in which Miss Todd and I will drain you of every drop of your essence,” said Portia falling to her knees in front of Gary.  She quickly unbuckled his belt.

    “All right, I can check on Stacy’s progress,” said Gary.

    “Isn’t it awesome,” asked Portia as she fished a long black cock out of Gary’s trousers and waved it in Stacy’s direction?

    “It’s gorgeous.  I’d jerk it off if my hands didn’t hurt,” said Stacy feeling aroused in spite of her condition.

    “How does it compare with the transvestite who screwed you last night,” asked Portia before passing her pink tongue over Gary’s mushroom shaped cock head.

    “Esthetically, Gary’s is far more attractive.  But, candidly, Mistress Charlize’s was the largest cock I’ve ever seen.  It was unnaturally long and thick.  It was ugly too.  When he throat fucked me, I could feel scars along the sides,” said Stacy moving her hand to her sex and gently rubbing it as she watched Portia lick the head of Gary’s cock.

    “Implants,” said Gary his eyes closed as Portia sucked his cock and licked his balls.

    “They can do that,” asked Portia taking Gary’s erect cock out of her mouth to flick her tongue across his piss hole?

    “Doctor Adrian Kenner in Los Angeles developed a surgical technique that involves saline implants to make the male penis longer and thicker.  He charges thirty thousand but guarantees you will be nicknamed tripod,” said Gary kicking off his loafers as he sat down on Portia’s bed.

    “Sounds painful, does he have many takers?” asked Stacy.

    “Six month waiting list and he has three surgeons working for him.  I’d say the good doctor is pulling in three to five million a year.  Did his balls match his cock?”

    Stacy thought for a minute before answering, “Yes, they looked like grapefruits.”

    “He had the complete surgery.  Kenner gets another ten grand if you want your testicles to be in proportion,” said Gary.  “He inserts saline pouches to give you a pair of very large low hangers.”

    “You can’t put a grapefruit in your mouth and suck it but you can one of these,” said Portia taking one of Gary’s testicles in her mouth and starting to hum.   “Recognize the tune?”

    “It’s Cole Porter but I can remember the title,” said Gary.  “I want to fuck you.  Let’s get on the bed.”

    “Mind If I Make Love To You,” said Portia pulling her shirt over her head.  Portia’s ringed nipples had obviously been aroused by her oral ministrations to Gary’s cock.

    “Stacy, did you know your roommate is a musical encyclopedia, an incredible artist, and a future composer of fabulous music,” asked Gary pulling his shirt over his head to display an imposing physique.

    “Portia’s a genius at music and a dear friend.  I don’t know what I’d do without her,” said Stacy reaching into her vagina to wet her fingertips before spreading her fluids over her clitoris.

    “You failed to mention that I am a talented cocksucker and a very hot fuck,” said Portia before taking Gary’s cock deep in her throat.

   “Oh that’s good. Let’s get naked and sixty-nine,” said Gary pushing his trousers down.

   Stacy slowly stroked her sex as the two doffed their remaining apparel and took a position in the center of Portia’s bed.  Portia’s white skin made a strong and erotic contrast with Gary’s ebony complexion.  Stacy slowly let her arousal build as she watched Portia in the superior position suck Gary’s virile manhood.  All the while, Gary was noisily applying his mouth to Portia’s heavily ringed sex.

   Stacy masturbated as she watched her roommate and Gary perform mutual oral.  In spite of her condition, her hand became a blur when the two lovers switched to the missionary position.

    There is something intensely erotic about watching those two fuck thought Stacy.  They’re so animalistic.  You can feel their lust.  And I love the way he’s slamming his cock in her as she clings to him.

   Stacy started to climax as she watched.  Portia’s tiny feet were ankle locked around Gary’s waist pulling him into her each time he thrust down.  His ebony flesh glistened with perspiration.

    “Gonna blow,” cried Gary, as he became a blur pounding his cock in Portia’s hole a half dozen times before reaching his orgasm.

   His energy spent.  He rolled off Portia and lay there catching his breath.

   “Shit, I got to get going or the Department Head will have my ass,” said Gary looking at his watch then leaning over to kiss Portia.   “Hate to cum and run.  That was fabulous as always.”

    Gary hopped out of bed and began to dress.

***

 

  “Here, put this in the slot,” said Stacy removing a plastic card from her purse and handing it to Portia.  It was late in the same afternoon.

     “Are you sure you’re up for this,” asked Portia when Stacy said she had something to show her and a short drive was necessary.

    “Vicodin gets you up for anything.  You’ll have to drive,” said Stacy.

    They were a few blocks from campus at a high-rise residence on Cambridge’s Memorial Drive.  The heavy gate slowly rose allowing them to drive into the building’s parking garage.

    “The security system is state of the art.  Park in Space Twenty Two,” said Stacy once they were inside the garage.

    “So what is it you want to show me,” asked Portia as they exited the car.

    “You’ll see,” said Stacy heading toward the elevator.

    Once on the elevator, Stacy inserted the card in another slot then pushed the button for the twelfth floor after placing her thumb on a glass platen.  “Welcome, Ms. Todd,” said a digitized voice from a speaker in the elevator ceiling.

    “Biometrics, unless your thumb print is in the computer, you can’t get the elevator to work,” said Stacy.

    “Impressive, the computer knows you.  But why are we here,” asked Portia?

    “I don’t want you to go back to Trenton this summer.  I know I’m being selfish but I need you with me,” said Stacy.

    “I wish I could stay but we have to be out of the dorm when school ends in three weeks and there’s no way I can afford to rent in Cambridge,” said Portia.

    “I know and that’s why I’ve arranged for us to house, actually condo, sit,” said Stacy as the elevator arrived at their floor.

    “In this place?”

    “The owners are friends of my parents.  They’re both doctors too.  He’s accepted the directorship of an international organization that provides free health care to third world countries.  For the next three years, they’ll be living in Zurich and traveling all over the world.”

    “So we’d live here free,” asked Portia as they stepped into the fully furnished penthouse condominium?

    “Yes, we have to take good care of the place.  Mind the two cats and the dog and make sure the maid keeps the place clean,” said Stacy.

    “There’s a maid?”

    “Yes, Lucia, but she’s only here from nine to four weekdays,” said Stacia.

    “I can’t do this.”

    “Why not?  I was counting on you. This would be your bedroom,” said Stacy sounding distressed as they walked into a large bedroom.  Stacy pushed a button by the bed and the curtains parted to a view of the Boston sky line.”

    “Wow, this is something else,” said Portia.

    “So it’s okay?” asked Stacy.

    “It’s too nice for a ghetto girl from Trenton, New Jersey,” said Portia.

    “There’s something else you need to see,” said Stacy taking Portia by the hand and leading her to the far corner of a large living room where she snatched off the cover of a piano.  “It’s a concert Steinway, like the one at the Boston Pops.  Doctor Kelsey plays.  You can practice here all you want.  If it needs to be tuned, tell me and I’ll have it done.”

    “These people must be rich,” said Portia running her fingers up and down the keyboard.

    “Doctor Kelsey and my father grew up together.  Now say you’ll do it,” said Stacy.  “Please.”

    “Of course I will,” said Portia throwing her arms around Stacy.

    “That’s terrific.  I’ll call the vet and have the pets brought over tomorrow,” said Stacy as soon as the kiss ended.  “Monk and Les can help us move but we’ll have to fuck them to pay for it.”

    “All right by me, I can picture me in bed looking out at Boston’s skyline as Monk slides his Prince Albert in my snatch while I suck Les’ cock.”

    “You’re such a romantic, Portia.”

Chapter 26 Date Night

    “Blow,” asked Adriana offering Stacy a small glass straw.   The glass countertop contained several lines of white powder.   Moments before Zack handed a phial of cocaine to Wynona, his date for the evening.  Wynona, in Stacy’s view, was not only drop dead gorgeous with an amazing body, but her skill at cunilingus rivaled Portia’s.

    She liked to show off her oral skill by placing a maraschino cherry in her mouth and tying the stem in a knot with her tongue.  Stacy and Wynona enjoyed a mutual erotic attraction.  Both anticipated having their head between each other’s legs before the evening was over.  There was a double-ended eighteen-inch dildo in Stacy’s bag to make things interesting.

     Stacy along with Adriana, Wynona, Carmen, Elena, and a new girl named Chloe who was Mark’s date were in the well-appointed Ladies Room at an upscale restaurant and lounge named Surf Side.  The restaurant was located on the Revere Beach parkway and there was a constant stream of slow traffic drowning out the sound of the ocean.  It was Friday night and as usual the Posse was at the Surf Side with their girl friends.

    “No thanks, Adriana, I’m going to be drug tested next week.  A little marijuana is okay but serious drugs would get me disqualified,” said Stacy.  Stacy had reservation to fly to Houston the following week to compete for a place on the Women’s Olympic Skeet Shooting Team.  Stacy was smoking a joint Portia had neatly rolled and placed in her handbag.

    Heaven knows I need a break thought Stacy.  School would start again in another month.  After her misadventure with the Ladies of Leather, matters had calmed down.  She’d felt fully recovered in three days.  Portia and she had treated Dr. Myers to an uninhibited, no limits, three way that lasted the afternoon.  Stacy had been surprised when the Doctor eagerly accepted Portia’s suggestion Stacy don her strap on cock and pound his ass while Portia perform orally on his penis.

   So this is what its like to fuck somebody thought Stacy as she repeatedly plunged the faux penis into Gary’s rectum.  He and Portia were in a tight sixty-nine clinch with the Doctor on top when Stacy positioned the dildo head at the center of his sphincter.  Seconds later she was wedging herself between his buttocks to maximize penetration.  Holding onto his muscular flanks she assumed the masculine role, enjoying the temporary sensation of male superiority until the Doctor announced he had dropped his load in Portia’s mouth and needed rest.  Stacy promptly impaled Portia with the strapon.  The Doctor watched as the two orally shared his fluids.

    Stacy’s relation with Mike had settled into a routine of a date on Friday night supplemented by the frequent summon to the apartment for what Portia referred to as a booty call.   Mike would text a cryptic message summoning her to the apartment for sex that ranged from a quick blowjob to hours of love making in every conceivable position.

    Stacy was looking forward to spending two weeks at the National Skeet Center in Houston.  It would give her a much-needed vacation from Mike Cabreeze and the insanity associated with being his girl.

    Stacy watched as each of the five inhaled the cocaine into both nostrils.  During the last two months, she’d witnessed a similar scene many times.  The girls blinked and rubbed their noses as their eyes filled with tears.  The powerful drug passed quickly into their blood stream to produce the rush of excitement and euphoria associated with cocaine.  Everyone was now energized and ready to party.

    Since she met Mike, she’d noticed the Posse members and their girl friends had increased their use of drugs.  Mike had begun to reach in his pocket for a pharmacist’s plastic container and take two white tablets.

    “He’s too smart to carry illegal drugs,” said Portia when Stacy asked her opinion.  “A pill roller writes him prescriptions for Vicodin or Percoset.”

     “What is he doing something stupid like that,” asked Stacy?

     Portia had thought for a while when Stacy mentioned the drugs then commented.  “Drugs cause criminals to eventually spin out of control.  There’s a tremendous amount of pressure in the criminal world.  I’ve seen it before among the street gangs in Trenton.  They think the drugs help them deal with the stress but they really make it worse by increasing their paranoia.  We’ve got to find a way to get you out of there.”

    “But how,” asked Stacy her head resting on Portia’s shoulder?

    “We have to be patient.  Something will turn up eventually.”

     The female members of the Posse had started using harder drugs.  In the restroom’s large handicap stall, Stacy had watched Wynona mix cocaine and heroin, heat it to its melting point, and draw it into a syringe.  Stacy marveled as convent-raised Adriana eagerly raised her skirt to expose her inner thigh to Wynona’s syringe.  Wynona injected a speedball in all of the women except Stacy.

    There were moments when Stacy wondered how much longer before she started on the hard stuff.   The thought of getting high and not giving a shit about what she might be asked to do when they arrived back at the apartment had a strong appeal.  Mike took pleasure in humiliating her in front of the others.  It was always Stacy who wound up with semen dripping off her face or being made to suck jism out of another’s girl’s rectum.  Fortunately, for reasons Portia attributed to the reverence of the average American male for sports and the Olympics, Mike had never pressed her to take drugs.  

    Surf Side’s cuisine was almost exclusively Italian as were its customers.  The owner and manager, Tony DeMarco, was a friend of Mike’s.  They had grown up together.  Based on the way, Tony treated Mike and the Posse; the relationship appeared to be more than one of restaurateur and customer.  Portia believed Mike could be a silent partner in the establishment even though her research of the incorporation papers showed one Anthony Francis DeMarco to be the sole owner.

    The girls had been dancing together while the men were clustered at their usual corner table.  Most of the time, the girls danced with one another while the men sat and talked.   There was a constant parade of other men stopping by to say hello to Mike and whisper a few words in his ear.  In a sense it reminded Stacy of a king holding court.  As Mike’s girl, she was accorded a certain amount of deference from the other females but not the males.

     There was a ritual to each Friday at Surf Side.  Tony always greeted Mike at the door with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.  His greeting of the other men was only slightly less restrained.  He politely acknowledged the women.  That seemed surprising.  Tony struck Stacy as a ladies man and he and Luciana, the attractive hostess seemed to have something going on.  He was good-looking and the Posse’s females were real beauties.  He was polite and differential to them but kept his distance.  The Posse would then go to the far end of the bar to pay their respects to an elderly gentleman who was always accompanied by two very serious males that Stacy took to be his bodyguards.  She watched in amazement on her first visit as Mike kissed the old man’s hand.

    “Who was the older man?  Why did everybody kiss his hand?” asked Stacy when Mike was driving her back to the apartment.

    “Ever hear the one about curiosity killing the cat.”

    “Of course.”

    “Don’t ask questions.  I’ll tell you what you need to know,” said Mike.

    Tonight, Stacy had noticed his mood seemed tense when she met Mike at the apartment.  He hadn’t gone through his usual careful inspection of Stacy’s appearance.  Mike had definite ideas on how Stacy should dress.  Failure to meet his approval resulted in her being sent back to the condo for something different to wear.  Mike’s normal means of communicating his disapproval was to slap her hard then twist her arm behind her back until she begged him to stop.  Once he ripped her dress off and she had to drive home in her underwear.

    Stacy worked hard at pleasing him.  Before Mike Cabreeze came into her life, she considered herself one of those women who paid little attention to clothes and make-up.  From her childhood her mother had drilled into her female beauty was a quickly passing phase in youth obsessed America.  She should concentrate on gaining a good education that would last a lifetime.  Something of a tomboy who spent her free time at the skeet range, she’d owned mainly jeans and tops.  Mike changed all that overnight.

      Now Stacy spent hours shopping in the boutiques on Boston’s ultra-hip Newbury Street.  The recent movement out of the dorm provided the luxury of an enormous walk in closet.  She was rapidly filling it up with expensive clothes.  For the first time in her life, she ordered subscriptions to fashion magazines and had a standing appointment at the most expensive hair stylists on Newbury Street.  Her parents had been surprised at the transformation of their daughter but they paid the bills and didn’t complain.

   Her mother was convinced she was having an affair with a wealthy married man.  Two weeks before she had confirmed her suspicions.  Stacy was on the way to meet Mike but had to drop off some documents she’d signed having to do with her trust fund.

    “My God, Doreen, could that be our daughter,” said her father when Stacy rushed in to hand him the papers?

     She was wearing a Prada cocktail dress.  Her hair had been styled.  Her bag and shoes matched the dress perfectly.  Stacy was aware she turned heads in the dress.  But that was what Mike wanted.

     “Are those Grandmother Todd’s diamonds,” asked her mother noting the sparkling earrings, necklace, and bracelet?

     “Yes, I didn’t see any point in letting then sit in a safe deposit box,” said Stacy.

     “You look very beautiful.  What kind of a man deserves you?” said her father.

     “It’s just a date,” said Stacy handing him the documents.

     “I hope you know what you’re doing.  Married men never leave their wives,” said her mother when they had a moment alone.

    “Mother, don’t start.  I’ve got to run,” said Stacy leaving quickly before they got into a row.

    “You’re my girl and I expect you to turn heads everywhere you go but especially when you’re with me,” said Mike when they first started going out.  He’d just slapped Stacy hard for wearing the same dress she’d worn before.   He’d said she looked good in it so she made the mistake of assuming he would like to see her in it again.  Instead he became furious others would see her wearing the same dress.

   After he slapped her, he spun her around.  He grabbed her wrist pulling her arm behind her back as he forced her to the floor.  She thought her arm was going to break as he reached down to force her face to the top of his shoes.

   “Kiss them,” said Mike.

   “What,” asked an uncomprehending Stacy.

   “I said kiss my shoes, you stupid cunt.  Lick them.”

   “You’re going to break my arm.”

   “You fuck up again and I’ll break both your arms and legs.  Now lick my shoes.  Put that whore’s tongue to the leather or so help me I’ll break it off,” said Mike twisting Stacy’s arm further.

    Stacy tasted the oily smell of shoe polish as she licked the tops of Mike’s loafers.

    When she finished, Mike hauled her back to her feet.  “You got forty five minutes to get back to your place, change, and get back here.  If you’re not on time or you’re wearing some piece of shit, I’m going to whip your butt till it bleeds.”

    “One day I’m going to kill that mother fucker,” said a near hysterical Stacy when she came flying into the condo.  Portia immediately quit practicing to help Stacy redress.  Strangely enough, the rest of the evening had gone smoothly ending as usual in an orgy of group sex back at the apartment.

    But tonight, Mike and the others seemed pre-occupied.  They paid little attention to the girls.  Carmen and Elena, the girlfriends of the Epps brothers arrived without their dates.  That was unusual.  When Stacy discreetly asked about the brothers, Carmen said they were busy elsewhere but would arrive soon.

   Later, when the girls were on the dance floor, Stacy saw Bobby and Brad enter.  Bobby spoke briefly to Mike then the three of them left the dining room passing through a door marked Employees Only.

    I shouldn’t do this thought Stacy as she followed the three.   Mike will beat the shit out of me if he catches me.  Maybe I can lie and pretend to be drunk and horny.  Who am I kidding?  He’d never believe that.  

    Stacy found herself at the top of a steep flight of steps.  She removed her shoes aware stiletto heels would make too much noise on the wooden steps.  Moving slowly she managed to make it to the bottom with a few barely audible sounds.  When she stepped off the bottom step, she was in the basement.  The restaurant was built in two parts.  One part was an older renovated beach house that served as the office and living quarters for the owner.  The other larger and newer part was the restaurant and lounge.  Stacy realized she was in the basement of the beach house.  Surf Side was built into a slight elevation.  The main entrance and top floor was level with the beach road in front of the restaurant.  But one could drive around the building and park at the lower basement level.

   The dimly lit full basement was almost empty except for some no longer used kitchen equipment.  She saw light from a door on the far side of the room.   Stacy walked quietly across the cold concrete floor toward the light.  Two semi-finished walls and the basement corner had been used to build a room.  Whoever had constructed the room had done a poor job. The walls were unfinished studs and plywood.  Stacy saw light passing through a crack between two sheets of plywood.  She moved close enough to look.

    Mike and the Epps brothers were standing over a young couple seated in straight chairs.  Stacy guessed their age as late twenties to mid thirties.  She had never seen either of them before.  The odd thing was that they were dressed as if they had been on a beach or out on a lake.

    The man was wearing a pair of flowered bathing trunks that reached to his knees, the woman a bikini.  Stacy saw she had a good well-tanned figure.  When Bobby stepped to the side, Stacy could see that the couple was handcuffed to the chairs.

     “Robbie, you’ve disappointed me,” said Mike standing over the man.

     “Mike, I swear on my mother’s grave, I put the money in the bag and gave it to Mendez,” said Robbie.

      “He’s telling the truth, Mike.  I saw him do it.  Mendez emptied the bag before he brought it to you,” said the woman.

      “Mendez said he didn’t open the bag, Alisha,” said Mike.  “And I believe him.”

      “Mike, you believe a lousy Puerto Rican over someone who grew up with you.  Mike, come on now.  We both graduated high school together.  We’re Revere Patriots,” said Robbie sounding increasingly desperate.

    “It’s been a tough season for the point spread in the NBA finals,” said Mike.

     Stacy vaguely recalled professional basketball playoffs had been in the sports news lately.  The Boston Celtics had been quickly eliminated infuriating local fans.

    “I lost a few bucks,” said Robbie looking increasingly worried.

    “A few, you call $48,000 a few,” said Mike.

     “I was just looking to make some extra cash.  I got this buddy who knows one of the trainers,” said Robbie.  “But the guy was a fuck up.  His tips were lousy.  That’s not my fault.”

     “Shut the fuck up, Robbie,” screamed Alisha.

     “You know, Alisha, when you open your mouth, you have beautiful white teeth.  You must go to one of those dentists who whitens them,” said Mike walking over to a table placed against the wall right where Stacy was hiding.  She held her breath as Mike hesitated a moment looking almost directly at her.  God, he can sense I’m here thought Stacy on the verge of panic holding her breath.  But Mike picked up a pair of common pliers and walked back toward the pair.

    “Doctor Edmonds does it.  He’s good.  Come on, Mike.  Robbie will make up the missing money.  I’ll make sure he’s good for it,” said Alisha.

     “Hold her, Bobby,” said Mike.

     Bobby wrapped one arm around Alisha’s forehead.  He grabbed her chin with his other hand and slowly forced the struggling and screaming woman’s mouth open.

     “Don’t Mike, for the love of Christ, don’t,” screamed Robbie.

     “I considered being a dentist when I attended Career Day at Revere High,” said Mike capturing one of Alisha’s front teeth in the pliers.

     With her mouth open Alisha couldn’t scream but her struggles showed the pain was awful.

     “Oh God no,” sobbed Robbie as Mike slowly pulled out one of Alisha’s front teeth.

     “And old time dentist had strong hands. Teeth have deep roots and they’re curved around the jaw bone,” said Mike wiggling the pliers back and forth as he eased the bloody tooth out of the socket. Mike examined it for a second then allowed it to drop on the floor.  It made a clicking sound when it landed and rolled away.  Blood was cascading down Alisha’s chin onto the top of her breasts.

    Mike went back to work with the pliers.  There was an audible crack.

    “Fucker broke off,” said Mike as he dropped the bloody top of a tooth to the floor.  “Open her mouth wider.  I’m going for a molar.”

    “Mike, I fucked up.  I’m sorry.  You know what a fuck up I can be.  You used to call me that when we went to school, Robbie the fuck up.  Please, I’m begging you,” said Robbie breaking into loud sobs.

    Mike ignored Robbie’s pleas.  Alisha’s struggles grew quieter then she passed out.  Stacy watched as Mike littered the floor with Alisha’s teeth.   After the first two, the extractions went faster.  When he stepped away, Stacy had a direct view of Alisha’s open mouth.  Almost all of her front teeth were missing.

    “My arm’s getting tired,” said Mike handing the pliers to Bobby.

    “Nothing left but a few broken stumps,” said Bobby after a few several minutes of amateur dentistry.  She was unconscious blowing red bubbles as she moaned.  In her struggles, her bikini top had slipped down exposing her breasts.  Blood was slowly oozing over her lower lip.

   “Your turn, Robbie,” said Mike as Brad took hold of Robbie’s head forcing his mouth open.

    Robbie struggled but he was no match for Brad’s gym built arms.      

    “Sucker just won’t come out,” said Mike straining to remove one of Robbie’s bicuspids.

    Alisha recovered to the point she was making babbling sounds.  Stacy noted that people look terrible without their teeth.  Alisha’s face had sunk in making her look twenty years older.

    Stacy was becoming nauseated watching Mike work on Robbie.  Yet she felt riveted to the spot unable to leave.  After Mike removed several teeth, Bobby took over to finish the job.

    As Bobby extracted Robbie’s teeth one by one, Mike walked over to a cabinet packed with cleaning supplies.  Stacy watched as he removed a square gallon can and read the label.

    “Muriatic acid, this stuff can clean paint off concrete,” said Mike turning around holding the can.

    Stacy watched in total horror as they filled Alisha and Robbie’s bleeding mouth with the contents of the can.  The reaction of the two when the acid came in contact with their ravaged gums was awful.  The pain must have been off the charts.  They struggled violently against the handcuffs and would have overturned the chairs except that Brad and Bobby held them upright.

    Stacy’s nostrils caught the smell of a strong chemical and burning flesh.  She had witnessed all she could stand and began to silently creep back to the stairs.  Mike spoke the last words she heard from the room.  

    “Put them back on the boat and take them out and dump them.  Make sure they’re conscious when you toss them overboard,” said Mike.

***

   

    “My God you witnessed a mob hit,” said Portia eyeing the dial on the surveillance system that Stacy had bought at her behest.  It was the latest in anti-surveillance technology.  Reviews by several independent security consultants sung its praises.  The system could detect hidden microphones, wireless transmitters, and CCTV cameras while broadcasting a high frequency signal rendering the surveillance equipment useless.  For the first time in months, the girls could talk freely.  Before they were forced to jog along Memorial Drive if they had something to communicate about the Posse.

    Stacy had also contracted with a local security company to perform a weekly sweep of the condo.  So far, no hidden microphones or cameras had been discovered.  It was early Saturday morning and the two were discussing what Stacy had witnessed the night before.

    “They’re crooked cops not the mob,” said Stacy.

    “They’re crooked cops tied in with Cosa Nostra, the Mafia,” said Portia. “Surf Side is obviously a mob hangout.  I bet the food is delicious.”

    “The food is extraordinary and fattening.  I have to watch what I eat.  I always order fish.  I wonder who Robbie and Alisha were,” said Stacy.

    “Were in their case is the operative word.  You never, ever steal from the Mob.  They take that in the worst way. There is honesty among thieves.  I’ll search for media stories about a missing couple named Robert and Alisha,” said Portia.

    “I almost puked when I saw what Mike was doing to them,” said Stacy.

    “They make it as awful a death as possible as a warning to others.  In Trenton, the Mob was known for throwing people alive into the city incinerator,” said Portia.  “Promise me you won’t do anything like that again.  If they had caught you, you’d be dead too.”

    “I was going to pretend to be drunk and horny.”

    “That would not have mattered.  You witnessed a double murder.  You could testify against Mike and the Epps.  They would have killed you for sure.  Never become a witness if you can help it.”

    “You’re right I was stupid,” said Stacy after thinking for a moment.

    “Anything else happen,” asked Portia.

    “Nope, for once, Mike did not find a reason to criticize me.  He was too preoccupied to pay me much mind.  When we got back to the apartment, everybody got naked and it became a fuck-a-thon.  Mark’s new girl Chloe is just a kid but they made sure she sampled every available cock and cunt.”

    “How was she,” asked Portia?

    “She did great until Zack introduced her to anal for the first time.”

    “She’d never done anal,” asked Portia?

    “No, I hadn’t done it either until the Posse came into my life.  Zack sort of snuck up on her.  She was pretty high.  He rammed his dick in her backdoor before she realized what was happening.  It was almost funny the way her eyes bugged out when she realized somebody was stirring her shit.”

    “How did she react,” asked Portia?

    “She has a very annoying squeal and a long list of curse words she’s not afraid to use.  And typical of the Posse if you tell them something hurts, they make it worse.  They shut her up with a pump gag.  Then they placed her in a shoulder stand and Mark added his cock to Zack’s.”

    “They doubled in her virgin asshole,” asked Portia?  “That must have been painful.”

    “Yes, I would have to agree based on how she fought them.  Mark is the best-endowed member of the Posse. Her anal ring was practically transparent it was stretched so thin.”

    “Being able to handle double anal is a learned skill,” said Portia confidently.

    “Chloe’s something of an airhead.  Instead of sucking it up and acting like it was a wonderful erotic experience, she kept struggling,” said Stacy.

    “That encouraged them to make it worse.”

    “Of course not, no mercy with that group.  Bobby tried to add his dick to her butthole’s occupants but he was too large to get close enough.  If you ever want three cocks in your ass simultaneously, find three very thin men with long dicks.  Bobby’s shoulders are a yard wide.”

    “What happened next?”

    “Mark and Zack removed their cocks.  Bobby, not to be denied, squired a half bottle of Easy Glide in her open hope then fisted her,” said Stacy.

    “You’re kidding,” said Portia.

    “He did it quick too.  I’m surprised he didn’t rupture something,” said Stacy.

    “She reacted how?”

    “Fainted dead away,” said Stacy.

    “How did it end?”

    “Bobby carried her into the bathroom and set her in the tub.”

    “I can guess what happened next,” said Portia.

    “Golden Showers, we all contributed,” said Stacy.

    “Did she wake up during her shower?”

    “Yes, and unfortunately for her the first thing she did was open her mouth to scream,” said Stacy.

    “Dumb, very dumb, best to keep your mouth shut when folks are peeing in your face,” said Portia.

    “So you think three cocks in one asshole are possible if the men are skinny and favored by Phallus,” asked Portia?

    “Yes, although it needs to be proven,” said Stacy.

    “I’ll keep that in mind.  I wonder if Monk and Les have a skinny friend.  Bobby’s fist must have been even worse.”

    “It was.  One of the first times I saw you have sex, Monk and Les were screwing you anally at the same time,” said Stacy.

    “I love that stretched feeling with two Prince Albert’s raking my rectum.  So how did it all end up?” said Portia?

    “After we gave Chloe her piss bath, the guys ordered we ladies on our elbows and knees and fucked our ass.  They kept swapping around until all six had enjoyed our backdoor.  When one of the Posse drops his load, I am the designated felcher who gets to extract the semen and asshole cocktail then share it with the girl whose butt I just sucked dry.”

    “Who did your butt,” asked Portia?

    “Wynona,” said Stacy.

    “I’m surprised I haven’t caught some horrible disease.”

    “Why you,” asked Portia?

    “Mike,” said Stacy.

    “He delights in degrading you,” said Portia.  “It’s because he envies you.  He perceives you as coming from wealth and privilege.  He admires you in his own way but he needs to constantly reassure himself he’s your superior.”

    “Yes, Dr. Freud, he makes a point of it.  If somebody’s cock has just left a dirty asshole, then according to Mike, it’s my job to lick it clean. And if a Posse member, had deposited a load deep in a girl’s rectum, Stacy is the one to suck it out and take it down to her tummy.”

    “Anything else unusual happen?”

    “No, just the normal non stop pussy eating and cock sucking until we wore the guys out.  Wynona and I slipped the double inside our cunts then got close enough to rub out clits together.  That got me off big time. After that, we ladies formed a daisy chain and ate each other to a roaring climax.  We ended by gang fucking Chloe.  She almost went out of her mind when the five of us did her. ”

     “So it’s a dinner date where you know you’re going to be fucked.  You just don’t know by who and how many,” said Portia carefully applying red lacquer to Stacy’s toenail.

   “The general guideline is that all present, male and female, are going to have you in some way.  And as if I don’t have enough trouble, my Mom called last week to ask me if I was seeing someone.  She had been going over the family’s personal bills when Althea asked her if I was dating someone special,” said Stacy applying black lacquer to Portia’s toenail.

    “Althea, who’s that?”

    “Our accountant, she takes care of our finances,” said Stacy.

    “The rich are different as Fitzgerald wrote.  My parents set down every Saturday morning and try to figure out how to pay their bills. They calculate how much they have left on their credit cards to see if they can make it through the week.   How would your accountant know you’ve been dating someone?”

    “I’ve been buying a new dress every week, an expensive one.  That’s a new thing for me.  Remember, Mike went berserk the time I wore one he’d seen before. He slapped me then threatened to rip it off and make me drive home naked.  I’ve also bought shoes, underwear, perfume, make up, and nail lacquer.  Plus I’m getting my hair styled.”

    “Your relationship with him would make a good case study.  He’s costing you a fortune.  It’s a good thing you’re rich.  So what did you tell your Mom?”

    “I told her I had been dating someone.  What else could I say?”

    “She accepted that?”

    “Not really, she asked who and when I said no one special, she asked me if he was married.  I practically peed in my pants.”

    “How did she figure that out,” asked Portia?

    “Outside of the fact I consider her psychic where I’m concerned, I think it was the clothes.  Mom’s no dummy either.”

    “Why?  What did she say?”

    “You don’t spend five hundred dollars on a dress to go out for pizza with a grad student.  He must take you to nice places.  He’s older and he’s married.  Isn’t he?”

    “She is intuitive.  My Mom never had a clue what I was up to.  So did you fess up?” said Portia.

    “I said he was married with four kids which is a lie.  Mike’s only got two, a boy and a girl.”

    “And what did Doreen say to that?”

    “He’ll never leave his wife.  You’re wasting your life.  She started telling me how Lorraine Baker, her best friend in college, dated a married man for seven years but even though he promised, he never got that divorce.”

    “That’s true.  They usually don’t.  So how did you leave it with her?”

    “I told her I wasn’t interested in marrying him but that the sex was fabulous,” said Stacy.

    “And a pregnant pause ensued?”

    “Yes, then she said I was just like my father.  She asked about you by the way?”

    “Really, what did she say?”

    “She asked how you were doing?  I told her you were doing terrific.  You had a good gig at a club that just opened.”

    “Honestly, I didn’t think she liked me,” said Portia referring to a recent weekend when Stacy had invited her home.

    “I admit at first she was a little put off.  Mom’s not partial to the idea of youthful rebellion or Goth make-up; but when you sat down at her piano and played she became your biggest fan.  And after the two of you played that four handed piece, she was ready to kick me out and adopt you.”

    “Your Mom loves the piano and she plays well. She’d be even better if she practiced more.  I couldn’t believe she actually has a nine-foot Imperial Bosendorfer in her home just like the one in Carnegie Hall.  It was quite a thrill just to play it.”

    “Dad bought it for their twenty fifth anniversary.  She made me take lessons for three years before my teacher persuaded her I had neither talent nor interest.”

    “So how did you leave it with Doreen?”

    “We will chat the next time I’m home,” said Stacy.

Chapter 27 Taking Down the Russo’s

    It was late afternoon when Stacy’s cell phone displayed Mike’s abbreviated text message summoning her to the apartment.  It read, “Now, Mike”.  She assumed it was another weekday booty call.  With practically no notice, she was obliged to change into something sexy, drive immediately to the apartment and in Portia’s words, “kneel down and open wide.”  Stacy felt guilty that she looked forward to getting the summons.  There was something about the off handed way Mike treated her she found erotic.  That day was to prove both the same and different.

    Mike was seated on the couch watching the Red Sox lose to the Angels when Stacy entered the apartment.  He motioned for her to keep quiet as he opened his legs. Stacy dropped her purse and keys on the coffee table then pulled her skirt up to expose her stocking tops as she knelt. Before Mike and the Posse came into her life, she’d never pictured herself performing sexually in such a cold, detached fashion.  She’d envisioned lovemaking as two intertwined bodies passionately concerned with each other’s pleasure.  But to Stacy’s surprise, she found it incredibly erotic when Mike ignored her while she worked hard to bring his cock to erection.  It was a challenge but one that made her wet.

    “Fucking Sox,” said Mike as Stacy unzipped his trousers and fished his limp penis out of his boxer shorts.

    “What’s the score,” asked Stacy as she bent forward to lick the tip of his cock?  She loved the way it twitched at the first touch of her tongue.

    “Six to three, Anaheim, bottom of the ninth, Sox are up, two outs, man on first,” said Mike.  “They’re going to lose as usual.”

    “Who’s batting?”

    “Carter, full count,” said Mike.  “One more pitch and its over.”

    “Isn’t he new?” asked Stacy as she formed her lips around the flare of the mushroom head and passed her tongue over the tip?  Mike had an unusually large piss slit and Stacy could twirl the tip of her tongue in it.  Her tongue traveled clockwise then counterclockwise.  She had the odd thought that if she was in Australia, her tongue would move in the opposite directions.

    “Just up from Pawtucket, pinch hitting for Sherman and guess what.  The motherfucker got a base hit.  Mercer‘s next.  Maybe he can connect.”

    “Mercer’s cute,” said Stacy raising his cock to lick his balls.  Troy Mercer was the Red Sox’s centerfielder.  He was featured in television and billboard advertisements for a local car dealer.  His handsome face was everywhere.

    “Want to fuck him, Stacy?”

    “Sure, why not.”

    “You’re a regular little whore now.  Aren’t you?  Fuck anything with a prick,” said Mike taking his cock in hand and slapping it hard across her cheek.

    “I was innocent until I met you.  You made me a whore,” said Stacy opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out for Mike to rest his cock on.  She moved her tongue over the bottom looking him straight in the eye as she played.

    “Sleazy fucking slut, I pity the bastard who marries you,” said Mike.

    It was only a few minutes of active oral service before Mike spoke again.  “Walked him, the motherfucker walked him.  Bases are loaded.  Tyler’s at bat.  That’s it.   Game’s over.  Asshole’s struck out the last six times, batting .223”

    “Tyler’s due,” said Stacy taking a break from working Mike’s shaft, going a little deeper each time, enjoying the feel of the head briefly filling the opening to her throat.

    “Grand Slam Home fucking run, who would have thought it,” said Mike reaching for the remote to turn off the television.

    Minutes later, Stacy’s warm and active mouth had brought Mike erect when his cell phone rang.  “Keep sucking and keep quiet,” said Mike after he glanced at the Caller ID.  Stacy continued her oral ministrations as she listened to one side of the conversation.

    “You owe me ten large, Marv,” said Mike immediately.  “Put me down for two on the night game.”

    “Life’s good.  Sox won.  Getting a hummer.”

    “You don’t know her.”

    “Yeah, she’s good.  No, she’s not a pro.”

    “Say hello to Marv, Stacy.  The most dishonest bookie in New England,” said Mike holding the phone to Stacy’s ear.

    “Hello Marv,” said Stacy taking Mike’s cock out of her mouth to talk.

    “Hi, Stacy, want to come over here and polish my knob,” asked Marv?

    “Don’t know, Marv, got all the cock I can handle here,” said Stacy.

    “Got a mouthful, huh,” said Marv.

    “Yeah, and loving it,” said Stacy.  “Listen.”  Stacy held the phone beside her mouth as she noisily licked and sucked Mike’s penis.

    “Turn your cell phone camera on and I’ll send you some porn,” said Mike taking the cell back to his ear.

    “Smile while you suck,” said Mike.  When Stacy looked up, she saw Mike had focused the cell phone’s camera on her and was transmitting the images.  The fact her face with Mike’s cock in her mouth was being transmitted over the airwaves struck Stacy as bizarre and somewhat frightening.

    “Yeah, she’s hot and sucks dick better than Nina Lobetti.”

    “That was a while ago.  Last I heard she married this guy who owned a roofing contractor and moved to Worcester.  How’s Ray doing?”

    “Jesus, that’s rough.  Chemo never seems to do any fucking good and leaves you sick as a dog.  You tell Ray anything, and I mean anything, he needs, let me know.”

    “Sure, she will if I tell her.  Cunt is trained.”

    “So, he’d got no hair and there’s a tube in his nose.  She’s a Harvard girl.  She can handle it.”

    “No, would I bullshit a bullshitter.  She’s a student at Harvard.  Her name is Stacy Todd.  Her mom and dad are both doctors.  Family’s filthy fucking rich.”

    “She finds my cock irresistible.  Don’t you Stacy?” said Mike once again holding the phone to Stacy’s ear.

    “Yes, Mike, it’s like a black hole in the universe.  It pulls me in no matter how much I try to resist it,” said Stacy.

    “Hear that, Marv.  Who the fuck knows what she means?  She’s supposed to be highly intelligent with perfect SAT’s.  But at the moment, the dumb cunt is down on her knees licking my dirty dick.”

    “So where do I send her?  Stacy, write this down.”

    Stacy grabbed a pen and paper from her purse and wrote down the information as Mike spoke.

    “Ray Luchino, 122 Revere Beach Parkway, Camden Manor, No. 2244.  Ask for Leticia.  She’s his nurse”

    Stacy had to ask how to spell Luchino?

   “She should be finished here in about an hour.  So she should be there by six.  Give Ray my best.”  Mike ended the call then spoke to Stacy.  “After we’re done here, drive over to that address and give my old buddy Ray a final fuck.  They’re moving him to the hospice tomorrow.”

    “You want me to have sex with a dying man who I’ve never met,” asked Stacy?

    “Sure, why not?  A few minutes ago, you said you’d fuck Troy Mercer and you’ve never met him.  Just pretend Ray’s really Mercer without hair and an oxygen tube in his nostril.”

    “What happened to him,” asked Stacy?

    “Cancer of the throat, Ray started smoking in high school, three packs a day unfiltered.  They took his larynx out last year.  He talks through one of those electronic voice boxes, sounds creepy as hell.”

    “Christ, I’m not sure I can do it,” said Stacy.

    “It’s a one time thing.  He’s moving to the hospice tomorrow.  Marv says he’s got less than a month left and that’s pushing it.”

    “How do I know I can get him off?”

    “You don’t. Treat it as a challenge.  But don’t fuck it up because if I hear you didn’t perform, I’ll have Lou take Portia over to a crack house and let a dozen AIDS infected junkies fuck her ass bareback.”

   “I’ll do it.  There’s no need to involve Portia.”

   “Good, it’ll be your good deed for the week.  Now, let’s go into the bedroom.  After you get me off, I got another job for you,” said Mike.    

    Stacy savored the flavor of Mike’s precum as they walked to the bedroom. Once there, her first task was to undress him.  Stacy had learned the hard way to be extra careful hanging his suit.  Failure to correctly align the trousers crease would result in a single hard slap if she were lucky, more if he’d had a bad day.  The first time she had messed up, he had taken her over his knees and spanked her until her butt was cherry red and she was pleading with him to stop.  She had learned how to precisely fold and place each garment.

    Stacy occasionally messed up the crease on purpose.  For reasons she didn’t understand, she needed to feel his open palm landing on her cheek, snapping her head to one side, filling her mouth with the taste of her own blood.

    Stacy had told Portia about her need for Mike to cause her pain.

    “I’m a sicko.  I should go into therapy,” said Stacy when the two girls were enjoying a quiet Sunday afternoon of lesbian sex.  It was raining.  A DVD of half a dozen Japanese school girls having lesbian sex was playing the large flat screen television.

    “Nonsense, you just have a normal girl’s desire to have her sexual experiences heightened by a little pain.  There’s a little masochist in all of us.  Why do I occasionally ask Monk and Les to spank my butt?  It’s something we females need.  If you want, I’ll buy a paddle and we can warm each other’s tush when we want pain with our sex.”

   “I’d like that.  Not on days like today but there are times when I’d love for you to turn my fanny red.”

   “Consider it done.  Now, discussion over, it’s my turn to eat your pussy,” said Portia turning toward her and sliding down in the bed.  Moments later, the only thing on Stacy’s mind was how good Portia’s mouth felt on her sex.

   Once Mike was naked, he lay on the bed and watched Stacy undress down to her panty and bra.  Mike had stipulated the styles and even the brands of lingerie she was to wear and it was always to be new, never worn before.  Today’s was ivory hued raw silk from the La Perla boutique in downtown Boston.

    “Nice, I like those, very sexy,” said Mike eyeing the style of panty Stacy was wearing.  What are they called?”

    “Boy shorts,” said Stacy bending over so Mike could see how they exposed her lower buttocks.

     “Boy shorts, funny name, I’ll have to tell Connie to buy some boy shorts.”

     Stacy posed for Mike, pleased she’d received one of his rare complements.  It wasn’t like she didn’t try very hard to please him.  Her stay-up hose were Velvet Deluxe 50 made by an exclusive British firm, Wolford.  Everything was expensive and looked it.

    Show over, Stacy climbed on the bed to provide more oral sex.  Mike raised his legs grabbing his big toes pulling them toward his head rotating his butt toward the ceiling.  For a man who claimed to never exercise, he was remarkably flexible.  It was his unspoken way of demanding analingus.

    Stacy didn’t hesitate to apply her mouth to his sphincter.  Months ago, she’d discovered ‘eating ass’ was a major turn on.  The musky smell, taste, and texture of the anus drove her to distraction.  She buried her face in his butt crack, sucking and massaged the wrinkled skin with her lips as she made grunting noises.  When she felt the circular muscle relax, she eagerly pushed the tip of her tongue inside his rectum.  Mike called her his pig whore for the way she rooted her face between his buttocks.

    Using a combination of fingers, lips, and tongue, she massaged his rectum and rubbed his prostate until he dropped his legs signaling she was to return her mouth to his cock. Once Mike was fully aroused Stacy climbed off the bed and provocatively removed her panty and bra in what had become a ritual every step of which he directed.  Naked, she offered herself to him in a fashion that emphasized her subservience.

    Stacy stood beside the bed with her backside facing Mike.  She bent slowly over at the waist crouching slightly to spread her buttocks and expose her anus.  “You want my ass or my pussy, or both,” asked Stacy looking expectantly over her shoulder at Mike.  One hand reached back to insert a wet index finger into her anus.  Two fingers of her other hand were inside her vagina.

   “Always make me think you want me more than I want you,” said Mike when he was telling her how to act.  That turned out to be easy for Stacy because it was true.

   “Pussy tonight,” said Mike.

   Stacy climbed on the bed straddling Mike.  Maintaining eye contact she began to slowly manipulate her clit.  The other hand lifted her breast as she bent her head to suck her own nipple.  Her fingers worked her vagina until her fluids were smeared over her sex.  Sometimes he made her finger her cunt until it frothed but not this afternoon.

   When fully lubricated she squatted down guiding Mike’s cock with one hand while she parted her labia with the other.  Mike liked to enter her slowly, watching his cock disappear into her.  As soon as he was inside she brought the various muscle groups affecting the walls of her vagina into play.  Stacy and Portia had practiced the correct moves dozens of times with a dildo.

    She closed her eyes and centered her being on her vagina.  She gently pushed all other thoughts from her mind focusing only on the manhood inside her body.  Then she slowly exhaled drawing her bellybutton to her backbone as she contracted the muscles lining her vagina by lifting and rotating her pelvic floor.  It was a technique Portia had taught her.

    “Only a born whore can fuck like you,” said Mike the first time she had tried out her new skill on him.

    “Portia taught me how,” said Stacy contracting her abdomen as she raised her body.

    “Whores are born not made and New Jersey is the whore state,” said Mike experiencing intense pleasure.  “I knew what you were the first time I saw you in that courtroom, looking all pissed because you were going to plead guilty to something you didn’t do.”

    “I was innocent,” said Stacy.

    “That’s not how the system works,” said Mike.

    Mounted on his cock with her clit firmly in contact with his pubic region, Stacy allowed her lust free reign.  Cursing, sweating, constantly moving, she fucked him until he climaxed.  Sometimes he helped by pinching and twisting her nipples but for the most part, he lay there motionless allowing her to make all the effort.  Her fingers maintained her orgasmic state at a plateau.  She completely gave into her orgasm only after she felt his semen enter her vagina.  

    Sex over, she was expected to go to the bathroom, wet a washcloth in warm water and return to clean his cock.  The odd thing as she explained to Portia was that she considered these encounters so incredibly erotic she could employ them as masturbatory fantasies for days afterwards.  Normally, as soon as Mike ejaculated and she washed him, he got dressed and left.  But this time, he held her for several minutes with her head resting on his shoulder.

    “Don’t move.  We need to talk.  I got an assignment for you.  This one will require some brains so pay attention,” said Mike getting up and leaving the room.  Stacy could tell from his direction and noise, he had visited the hidden storage closet in the spare bedroom. When he returned he was carrying a thick manila file folder.

    “You know them,” asked Mike handing her the folder as climbed back in bed?  “They’re the couple on the magazine cover.”

    “No, should I,” answered Stacy studying the glossy cover of a local magazine called Cambridge Today?  The caption read, “City’s Newest Power Couple”.

    “My guess is you’re going to enjoy this,” said Mike.

    “And it involves the Russos,” asked Stacy her sense of unease growing.

    “Of course, dummy, why else would I give you a folder marked, “Gary and Vera Russo.”

    “What do you want me to do?”

    “Read the article first then summarize it.”

    Stacy carefully read the three-page article and studied the pictures before speaking.  “He’s an Assistant District Attorney who’s considering running for Congress when the incumbent retires next term.  She’s the Principal of a private high school plus on the board of the prestigious Wainwright Foundation that makes several million in grants each year to the arts.”

    “Solid respectable citizens building a better Cambridge, what else,” asked Mike?

     “They’re local yuppies with good educations, challenging jobs, and excellent futures.  They claim to have a happy and successful marriage but who the fuck doesn’t. Vera Russo is quoted as stating Gary is not only her husband but also her best friend. What a cliché that’s become?  They were college sweethearts at Boston University.  He went to law school at Suffolk.  She has a doctorate in Education from Syracuse.  They have two children, Jared and Alicia, both pre-school.  They sound too good to be true.  This is called a puff piece.  There’s nothing negative or even slightly critical.”

    “It’s good to see Harvard students can read and comprehend.  Attorney Russo is an ambitious man who poses a problem for the Posse.  I want to nip it in the bud,” said Mike. “A snitch has been whispering in his ear something’s not right down at Cambridge PD.  So he’s been sniffing around.”

    “And how am I to stop him,” asked Stacy?  “Catch him shoplifting?”

    “One of these days that smart mouth of yours is going to get you into serious trouble and you’re going to wind up in Boston Harbor wishing you had an air tank,” said Mike.

    “Sorry, I just have no idea what you’re asking me to do,” said Stacy snuggling up against Mike’s shoulder then turning to kiss him on the cheek.  “Aren’t we lovers and best friends,” teased Stacy?

    “You’re my whore and I’m your worst nightmare and I know that’s a cliché.  Tell me about the Russo’s.”

    “They’re too good to be true,” said Stacy.

    “Gary and Vera are a very straight couple except for one little thing,” said Mike.  “Look at the rest of the folder.”

    “It’s a print out of a chat room conversation,” said Stacy recognizing the format.

    “Yeah, right, from their home office computer.”

    “How did you get this?” asked Stacy wondering how Mike had managed to acquire something so private.

    “How is not your concern, just read and understand,” said Mike.

    Later that evening, Portia explained how easy it is to install Spyware on someone’s computer and secretly record every keystroke and screen image then later retrieve the captured data through the Internet.  When Stacy asked Portia if there was the possibility he might have installed Spyware on their computers, Portia had a ready answer.

    “Remember Simon, the geek I was blowing the other day when you unexpectedly walked in on us,” said Portia.

    “Yes, I never saw anyone loose a hardon so quick.  You could see it go soft,” said Stacy.

    “Geeks are shy, especially those at MIT.  Simon was a twenty five year old virgin until he met me,” said Portia.

    “You slut, you took away his purity,” said Stacy.

    “He has agreed to allow me to defile him each time a new Spyware Detection update is released.  He works part time for a company that provides software to the CIA, FBI, and the DOD.  We have the finest Uncle Sam’s billions can buy,” said Portia.

    “I wish I could have watched you do Simon the first time.  I’ve never seen a man loose his virginity.  Did he bleed a lot?  Did it hurt?” said Stacy.

    “He cried on my shoulder.  I had to tell him I still loved and respected him,” said Portia.

    “The next male virgin who walks through that door is mine,” said Stacy pulling Portia onto her lap.

    “You know about chat rooms,” asked Mike?

    “Yes, of course, all my friends in high school chatted.  The school encouraged it as a means to master computer skills.  Harvard and MIT have hundreds of chatrooms; but I’m too busy fucking you to chat.”

    “Yeah, bunch of horny school girls talking about getting some dick in their slimy twats.”

    “Sometimes and there were other times we chatted about calculus problems.”

    “So tell me what you’re looking at?”

    “The name of the chat room is Boston BiCouples and one of the Russo’s has signed on as HotPairFor69,” said Stacy looking at the pages of text.  “After some preliminary bullshit HotPairFor69 announces they are a couple looking to meet bisexual females NSA.”

   “NSA, what does that mean,” asked Mike?

   “No Strings Attached, meet, fuck, and leave, don’t expect to be asked to stay for coffee,” said Stacy.  “NSA hookups are popular among the students at Harvard and MIT.  Lots of high school and even middle school kids are into NSA sex.”

   “I ever catch Calistra NSA hooking up with some creep; I’ll beat the shit out of him and her.  Keep reading,” said Mike.

   “HotPairFor69 has a number of IM and private chat sessions with several other users.”

    “IM, what the fuck’s that,” asked Mike?

    “Instant Messaging, if you have IM software installed on your PC and pretty much everyone does, then anyone who knows your Internet name can send you a message and engage in a private chat session,” said Stacy.

    “Calistra is on her computer all the time.  You mean some pedophile could send her a message?”

    “Yes, you should warm her about pedophiles.  She should never give out any personal information and under no circumstances agree to meet anyone she doesn’t know.  That cute sounding boy can turn out to be a forty year old child rapist.”

     “I bet Connie doesn’t know that,” said Mike.

     “Calistra may be more aware of the problem than you would think.  Cyber pedophiles tend to prey on lonely, neglected or abused children.  If your daughter’s happy and well adjusted, she’s reasonably safe,” said Stacy.

    “Of course, she’s happy and well-adjusted.   But I’ll tell Connie to talk to her.  Now where were we?”

   “HotPairFor69 has a brief conversation with Jchrysler12 who turns out to be a guy,” said Stacy smiling as she looked through the pages of text.  “HotPair69 tells him to fuck off, not very nice.”

   “Skip down to the last couple of pages.   I told Connie I would be home early.  It’s my night to help Mikey with his math homework.”

   “Is that the Russo’s naked,” asked Stacy looking at the neck down color image of a couple?  HotPairFor69 had emailed an embedded image to someone named GirlyGirl19.  Their heads had been cropped.  The image was taken outdoors on a beach.

   “I assume so unless they’re sending somebody else’s picture,” said Mike.

   “Nice bodies, Gary’s a tripod,” said Stacy noting their trim muscular figures and the impressive looking instrument hanging between Gary Russo’s legs.  “I wonder if they’re nudists.”

   “They’re vegans and that was taken at a clothing optional resort in Jamaica,” said Mike.  “They’re also runners. They both finished the Boston Marathon last year in a little over three hours.”

   “Being a vegan doesn’t prevent HotPairFor69 from telling GirlyGirl19 how much she likes to eat pussy while her husband watches.  So HotPairFor69 is Vera.  Where’s Gary while Vera chats, looking over her shoulder?” said Stacy scanning through the loose pages of text.

    “Vera is the one who sets things up,” said Mike.  “Gary is the follower.”

    “GirlyGirl19 is certainly not a runner,” said Stacy looking at the next page.  HotPairFor69 had opened an email containing a nude picture of a chubby female sitting naked in an armchair with her legs hanging over the arms.  Her large pendulous breasts rested on her belly.  She was smiling and holding the base of a dildo inserted in her pussy.”

    “She’s an ugly fat whore,” said Mike.  “She is twenty eight not nineteen and she is not an EMT.  She works in a Call Center for Sears.  Her name is Cory Wyshak.  Her parents were Polacks.”

    “But the Russo’s thought she was good enough to arrange a hookup,” said Stacy reading on.

    “Yes, because she had a place to meet in Somerville.  Cory inherited a three-decker when her parents died in a car wreck.  Her dad drove head on into a semi on Route 124.  She got a big insurance settlement,” said Mike.  “Vera is looking for someone who has a place where they can screw.”

    “The Russo’s aren’t willing to let anyone know where they live.  That’s not surprising.  They have minor children and a position in the community to protect.  So did they hook up with this GirlyGirl19 or Cory as you called her?” asked Stacy.

    “Yes, they parked their car in the Sonesta Hotel’s garage and took a cab to the twelve hundred block of Lewis Street.  They then walked two blocks to 1229 Concord St where they spent four hours humping fat cow Cory.  Afterwards they walked to a convenience mart where they called another cab and returned to the Sonesta,” said Mike reading from a handwritten note in the folder.

   “A cautious couple, you must have followed them,” said Stacy.

   “Actually Mark handled the surveillance.  I was otherwise engaged that evening,” said Mike.

   “In one of the IM’s they ask Cory to dress up like a school girl,” said Stacy reading quickly through a private chat session.

   “Watching the wife have sex with a student is a turn on for Attorney Russo,” said Stacy.  “Guy’s a real creep.”

   “I think I know what you want but spell it out,” said Stacy.

   “You join the adult WEB site that hosts Boston BiCouples.  I’ll front you the $19.95 for the three-month membership.  You arrange a hookup with them.  You meet them here and fuck their brains out, the more perverted and nasty the better.  Leave the rest to me,” said Mike.

   “You’ll video the three of us,” said Stacy.

   “Your second staring role,” said Mike.

   “Suppose I say No.  These are decent people.  They haven’t done anything to you,” said Stacy.

   “Decent people who like to have three ways with young girls.  Yeah, they’re practically saints.”

   “It’s one thing to degrade me and force me to have sex but it’s another to ask me to help you ruin other people’s lives,” said Stacy.  “I don’t want to do this.”

    “Let me explain your options.  Number one is I mail a copy of the Stacy Does Cambridge DVD to friends and family.  Number two is I show up at your place and find a key of heroin with your fingerprints on it.  You and you’re your New Jersey dyke get to spend twenty-five to life in Bridgewater munching rugs.  Number three is Lou and I go to work on that beautiful face with straight razors.  By the time we’re done, you will envy fat Cory’s looks.  And then there is the grand slam where we exercise all three options,” said Mike.  “I’m leaning toward the combo.”

    “You bastard,” said Stacy wrapping her hand around Mike’s balls and squeezing them gently.

    “So what is it going to be,” asked Mike?

    “I’ll do it,” said Stacy.  “But I have a favor to ask.”

    “Ask.”

    “This thing with Ray Luchino, sick people aren’t exactly my thing.  Can I take Portia with me for moral support?”

    “Sure, why not.  Send Ray off to the Pearly Gates with a three way.”

Chapter 28 Hospice Hooker

    “Marvin didn’t say anything about there being two hookers,” said the obese black woman who answered the door.  Stacy would have guessed her weight at three hundred pounds on a frame well shy of six foot.  She looked to be in her early forties.  She was wearing a shapeless print dress.

    “Hi, I’m Portia.  I’m along to help Stacy out.  Fucking the dying is my specialty,” said Portia confidently walking past the woman into the condo’s living room. Stacy followed quickly noting the furniture matched and the place was neat and clean.  They were on the twenty-second floor overlooking Revere Beach and the Atlantic Ocean beyond.  There was a small balcony off to the side of the living room.  A double lounger dominated the balcony’s floor space.  A small glass top table by the lounger held a can of diet soda, a still burning cigarette, and a tabloid magazine that Stacy had seen at grocery store checkouts.  When Stacy had rung the bell at the building entrance on the first floor it had taken a minute for the woman to answer.  She imagined the effort it must have taken for someone that large to get up off the lounger, go to the intercom and buzz them in.

    “Shit, never seen any Goth hookers before.  Guys into that?” said the woman.

    “Hell yes they are, I’m Mike’s number one girl.  And you are?” said Portia extending her hand.

    “Leticia Sampson, I’m taking care of Ray until he croaks,” said the black woman.   “Which of you two is going to do him?”

    “We both are,” said Stacy.

    “Good luck, man is rotted out with cancer.  He asked me to jack him off yesterday while he watched porn.  Pecker of his is like the rest of him, ain’t good for nothing other than pissing in a bag.  I told Marvin sending you over was a waste of time.”

    “We’ll do our best,” said Portia.  “We’re professionals.”

    “So was I, once, this way,” said Leticia leading them toward a closed bedroom door.  Inside, the curtains were drawn and it was dark when Portia and Stacy entered behind Leticia.  The sound of labored breathing dominated the room.  Stacy had heard that same sound when her Grandmother Todd died form Parkinson’s disease.

    “You got company, Ray,” said Leticia turning on a light that barely increased the visibility.

    There was a clicking sound and a synthesized voice that didn’t sound quite human spoke, “Who is it?

    “Couple of ladies Marvin sent over.”

    “Waste of money,” said Ray.  “I told Marvin to save his dough for an open bar at my wake.”

    “It’s comped, Mr. Luchino,” said Stacy.

    “Who sent you?”

    “Lt. Mike Cabreeze,” said Stacy.  “He said he’d be over to see you soon himself.”

    “More light, Leticia,” said Ray.  “Let’s get a good look at these whores.”

    “I’m Stacy and this is my friend Portia,” said Stacy smiling as she looked at the frail figure.  Like Mike had said he was completely bald and there was a clear plastic tube running from a metal tank to one nostril.  What Mike had not mentioned was how the cancer had ravaged what must have been at one time a tall and powerfully built individual.  He looked incredibly small and weak.  There was a white plastic cylinder attached to a hole at the base of his throat.  Stacia felt she had made the right decision in asking Portia to accompany her.  Portia seemed much more relaxed at the prospect of someone in Ray’s condition.

    “You’re quite a looker, Stacy, and you’re not bad either, Portia.  What do they call someone who looks like you?”

    “A Goth,” said Portia.

    “Yeah, that’s it.  Those metal things hurt when they stick them through,” asked Ray?

    “Not really, they use a local anesthetic,” said Portia.

    “You got rings in your snatch,” asked Ray?

    “Yes,” said Portia.

    “Bet that hurt, let me see,” said Ray.

    Portia turned her back to Stacy as she lifted her hair up.  “Unzip me.” Stacy unhooked the top and pulled down the zipper.  Portia stepped out of the dress then tossed it across a nearby chair.  Quickly she shed her bra and slipped her panty down and off.  Portia stood facing Ray hands on hips, naked except for her heels and stay up hose.

    “Come closer, Portia, nothing to be afraid of.  Cancer ain’t catching,” said Ray reaching out an arm that seemed to be only bone covered by lose silvery skin.

    Portia slipped her forefingers in the rings and pulled her labia apart when she reached the bed.

    “Closer,” asked Ray?

    Portia lifted one leg placing her heel on edge of the mattress.

    “Whores didn’t have rings in their snatch in my day.  What do you think, Leticia?  You want a set of rings in that fat cunt of yours? I’m buying.”  Ray gently flicked the gold rings piercing Portia’s labia.

    “No way,” said Leticia.  “My coochie’s fine just the way it is.”

    “Show Stacy and Portia that fine girlish figure of yours,” said Ray.

    “What? You going to fuck all three of us?” asked Leticia.

    “Just do what I say or I’ll tell Marvin,” said Ray managing to allow a touch of menace to sound though the voice synthesizer.

    “Shit,” said Leticia sounding defiant but she quickly reached down and grabbed the hem of her housedress and pulled it over her head.  She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.  She was grossly overweight.  Fat covered with stretch marks hung in thick folds from her waist and thighs.  Her enormous breasts hung down over her bloated belly.

    “What you think, Portia?  Are you into fatties?  What do they call guys with a thing for fat women? There’s a name for it,” said Ray.

    “Chubby chasers,” said Stacy.

    “Chubby chasers, that’s it.  What are you waiting for, honey.  Get undressed.”

    Stacy pulled her sweater over her head then unzipped her skirt.  She tossed both garments on the same chair with Portia’s dress.  Her bra and panty quickly followed.

    “Nice, real nice, you’re Mike’s, I can tell,” said Ray.

    “Yeah, how can you tell?” asked Stacy stepping to the side of the bed alongside Portia.  Ray’s hand was resting against Portia’s sex with the forefinger gently stroking her clit.

    “He always had a thing for blue eyed blondes with a touch of class.  You a dancer?” said Ray transferring his hand to Stacy’s sex.

    “Actually I’m a student.  So is Portia.”

    “College student?”

    “Yes.”

    “I went to Salem State a couple of semesters but I dropped out.  Which college?”

    “Harvard, Portia and I are dorm mates.”

    “That’s Mike Cabreeze for you, always trying to join the Wasps.  If you can’t become one at least you can fuck one.  Portia, show Leticia some loving.  God knows she needs it.”

    “Come here, Portia sweetie,” said Leticia taking a seat in an overstuffed armchair then reaching her arms out toward Portia.  Without hesitating, Portia climbed up in Leticia’s lap and placed her arms around her neck.  The two kissed as Leticia’s hand covered Portia’s breast working the huge nipple.

    I would love to have a picture of Portia and Leticia decided Stacy.

Portia’s much smaller, white, heavily tattooed body made a sharp contrast with Leticia’s dark form.

    “You been with Mike long,” asked Ray pulling Stacy’s arm indicating she was to come closer?

    “Little less than a year,” said Stacy taking a seat on the edge of bed.

    “Got your ass in a jam, what was it, drugs, stealing, robbery?” asked Ray.

    “Shoplifting,” said Stacy pulling back the cover.  To the side, she could see Portia and Leticia were making out.   Leticia’s fingers were probing Portia’s sex.

    “Shoplifting, that’s nothing,” said Ray lightly squeezing Stacy’s nipple.

    “It was a second offense.  I was on probation.  Anyway that was only for starters,” said Stacy leaning forward to kiss Ray.  His lips felt ice cold to Stacy’s touch.  There was the taste of medicine when her tongue entered his mouth.

    “Mike’s got something on everybody.  He went to school with my younger brother Marvin.  We lived two doors from the Cabreezes over off Western Ave.  Mike’s dad, Tony, was a real pisser.  Think your friend is enjoying herself?”

    When Stacy looked, Portia was standing on the chair’s arms with her sex in Leticia’s face.  Leticia’s large hands had a firm grip on Portia’s buttocks.  Leticia was making loud murmuring sounds as she performed orally on Portia.

   “Portia will do what it takes to get the job done and she usually enjoys herself doing it,” said Stacy continuing to kiss Ray as she pulled the cover down to reveal Ray’s skeleton like body.

   “I should have put a gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger when Dr. Reynolds said I had the Big C,” said Ray.

   “Then you would have missed a great blow job,” said Stacy unbuttoning the front of Ray’s pajama bottoms.

   Portia’s loud moans and the sucking sound of Leticia’s large lips drew Ray’s attention.  “Leticia likes to eat white snatch.  Last time, the hospice worker came to give me my shot, Leticia made the woman lie on the couch so she could go down on her.  She doesn’t know I know that.  Black girls think getting their tongues in a white woman’s twat makes them superior somehow.  Turn around, Portia, and let Leticia suck your asshole.  Hope you didn’t wipe that good.  Leticia’s got a thing for shit licking.”

   “You were neighbors of Mike’s,” asked Stacy unable to control her curiosity? A quick glance informed her Portia was still standing on the chair arms but facing away from Leticia.  She was bent at the waist and Leticia’s face was buried between her buttocks.  There was nothing quiet about Leticia’s approach to anilingus.  Portia’s fingers were stroking Leticia’s clit and as Stacy predicted, she was enjoying herself.  “What kind of a man was Mike’s father?”

   “The worst kind, a real bastard, Tony Cabreeze worked in the GE Plant.  He was a big union man; so they made him shop steward.  He was a mean fucking drunk.  He’d come home full of booze and beat the living shit out of the boys and Elena, their mom.  Elena was a good-looking woman too.  She was just off the boat when she married Tony so she just took it, didn’t complain.
    “Sounds like a real bastard,” said Stacy reaching into Ray’s pajamas for his cock.

   “Tony started messing around with Mike’s little sister, Cecila.  She’d just turned thirteen and was on her way to being a real looker.  Gorgeous set of tits like yours, had the same quarter size nipples that could put a man’s eye out when they got hard,” said Ray taking a weak hold on Stacy’s nipple.

    “Thank you,” said Stacy gently taking Ray’s hand to press it firmly against her breast as her hand fondled his limp penis.

    “It was a Saturday night in August when things went crazy at the Cabreeze’s.  Cecila burst out of the house naked and ran to our house.  She was screaming her head off and there was blood running down her leg.  My Mom took care of her.  Wrapped her up in a blanket and gave her a little wine to calm her down.”

    “He molested his own daughter,” asked Stacy slowly stroking Ray’s ice-cold manhood working from the base of his balls to the tip of his cockhead?

    “Bastard popped his own daughter’s cherry.  Split her open right in front of the family.  You could hear Mike and his dad arguing.  That turned into one hell of a fight.  Elena was screaming for them to stop.  Mike was just a kid but he was standing up to Tony.  After a while Tony stormed out of the house.  The next morning they found him in an alley over behind Jackson’s, a bar on Pearl St where Tony spent time. Someone had been waiting outside for him.  Beat his brains out with a baseball bat.  Mike was one hell of a baseball player.”

    “Mike killed his father,” asked Stacy before leaning down to take Ray’s cock in her mouth?

    “Who the fuck knows?” said Ray.  “Police couldn’t prove anything not that they tried too hard.  Are you enjoying yourself, Leticia?”

    “Portia and I are getting along just fine, Mister Ray,” said Leticia taking her face out of Portia’s butt crack to reply.  Portia was leaning forward at the waist her head down to her knees all the while making small movements to push her anus against Leticia’s mouth.  She was stroking Leticia’s pussy with one hand while the other twisted and kneaded her breast.

    “Leticia gives great tongue,” said Portia obviously enjoying the sensation of Leticia’s tongue working between her vagina and her anus.

    “What happened to Mike’s family,” asked Stacy taking Ray’s cock out of her mouth just long enough to ask the question?

    “Elena remarried one of the Esposito brothers.  Mario turned out the exact opposite of Tony.  He made sure Mike got an education, sent him to college.  He and Elena retired to Fort Lauderdale a few years ago.”

     “And Cecilia?” asked Stacy working hard on Ray’s cock.  She was encouraged it showed signs of life.

    “Not so great, she got a bad reputation as soon as she hit Revere High.  Quit school.  She married this guy who was dealing drugs.  When he went away to Pullman, she divorced him then remarried.   Last I heard she was divorced again and was living with this guy in a small town in Oklahoma.  You know you’re getting me hard and given that my blood pressure is just a little bit above a dead man’s, that’s quite an accomplishment.  How’s your friend at sucking dick?”

    “Portia gives fabulous head,” said Stacy swirling her tongue over Ray’s cockhead teasing his piss hole with the tip of her tongue.

    “I got a yin that before I go I get to feel someone with metal studs in their tongue polishing my knob.”

    “Portia, let’s swap,” said Stacy.  “Ray wants to experience your tongue hardware working on his cock.”

    “Love to,” said Portia stepping down from the chair arms.

    Stacy continued to suck Ray’s penis as Portia kissed him and sucked his nipples.  Stacy had discovered there was a tube inserted in Ray’s anus precluding the possibility of a prostate massage.

    “I got it,” said Portia taking Ray’s now hard penis from Stacy’s mouth.  Stacy transferred her mouth to his testicles.  They were both working Ray’s cock and balls when Stacy felt a tap on her shoulder.

    “Come here, Stacy.  I need a rim job from a real pretty white girl,” said Leticia slowly climbing down to the floor then taking a position on her knees and elbows.  Leticia spoke as if her request was more of a challenge and a command.

    “Go ahead, Stacy.  I want to watch Mike Cabreeze’s WASP girl friend eat Leticia’s dirty asshole,” said Ray.  “She’s not too clean so I hope you got a strong stomach.”

    And what a fat disgusting ass to eat thought Stacy approaching Leticia’s enormous cellulite dimpled buttocks with some trepidation.  However, the mounds of loose fat proved pliable and Stacy had no problem pushing them apart to expose her hairy butthole.  Stacy leaned into her butt crack and passed her tongue over the wrinkled hemorrhoid-scarred anus.  The smell of fresh shit was overwhelming.

    “These girls are hard core, Ray. Stacy’s got her tongue up my butt.  I’m going to see if I can squeeze out a little treat for her,” said Leticia enjoying the sensation of Stacy’s tongue forcing its passage past her sphincter.

    Nietzsche’s maxim came to Stacy’s mind as she felt a tiny turd protrude from Leticia’s anus.  Stacy sucked gently on the soft brown shit until it fell on her tongue.  Stacy quickly swallowed it sparing her taste buds for the most part.

    “Is that the first time, you’ve eaten a black woman’s shit, College Girl,” asked Leticia?

    “Certainly is,” said Stacy.

    “Want some more?” asked Leticia.

    “Not particularly,” said Stacy working Leticia’s enormous clit with one hand while she licked the black woman’s anus.

    “Too late,” said Leticia straining her guts to drop another turd in Stacy’s mouth.

    If someone had asked me six months ago if I could handle a three hundred pound black woman shitting in my mouth, I would have asked if they were crazy.  Being with Mike has profoundly altered my view of life and what I am capable of thought Stacy as she sucked a larger turd out and quickly swallowed it.

    “Stop shitting in Stacy’s mouth, Leticia.  You’re stinking up the goddamn room.  There’s nothing rottener on this earth than the smell of nigger shit,” said Ray.

   Thank God thought Stacy.  I was beginning to feel queasy.

    “Portia’s getting me there.  I can feel those metal studs tickling the end of my dick,” said Ray.

    “Let’s sixty nine,” said Leticia rolling over on her back after a few minutes of Stacy’s tongue turning her sphincter into a gooey, sloppy and easily opened hole.

    “All right,” said Stacy clambering on top of her bulging stomach now covered in sweat.

    Stacy took the small cigar shaped clit in her mouth as Leticia buried her face in Stacy’s cunt.  The room quieted down except for the click of Portia’s tongue, Ray’s rasping breath and the loud murmurings of Leticia as she licked and sucked on Stacy’s clit and labia.

    “Stick your hand in my coochie and fist me,” directed Leticia.

    Stacy found it surprisingly easy to move from three fingers to four and ultimately her entire hand inside the woman as two fat fingers forced their way inside her vagina.  Stacy drew her fingers into a fist and forced it to Leticia’s cervix causing her to bellow her pleasure.  Stacy fought to keep Leticia’s clit in her mouth and her fist in the woman as she orgasmed.

   As Stacy slipped to the carpet coated in Leticia’s sweat, she heard Ray yell, “Swallow that spunk, whore,” indicating he had achieved his last orgasm on this earth.

    “I’ll tell Marvin what a great fuck you two are.  He may want to try you himself,” said Ray when Portia and Stacy went to leave.  He fell asleep before they reached the front door.

     It was on the elevator that Portia wondered aloud.  “I wonder if there are prostitutes who specialize in final fucks for the dying.”

     “We should run an ad in one of the funeral home trade magazines and see if we get any takers,” said Stacy.

Chapter 29 Cyber Sting

   

    “I really appreciate your coming with me to Ray’s last week,” said Stacy staring at the computer screen.  Portia was seated nearby studying one of her textbooks.

    “In my short lifetime of sexual experiences, it was way up there on the bizarre meter.  How many women can positively respond to the question, have you ever sucked off a dying cancer patient who had only a few days to live?  His sperm tasted positively medicinal, by the way.”

    “While your best friend fist fucked and ate out his three hundred pound health care provider who was into scat,” said Stacy.  “I’m beginning to think this cyber search is hopeless.  Maybe the Russos have sworn off bi females and taken up a new hobby.  Mike may have to develop a new plan of entrapment.”

    “I almost freaked out when Ray demanded a cigarette after he blew his load,” said Portia.

    “The mind blowing part was when he smoked it through the tracheal hole in his throat,” said Stacy.  “I suppose it had already killed him once so it didn’t matter.”

    “If I live to fuck ten thousand more men it will probably be the most incredible experience in my life, one to tell my grandchildren about if they’re a bunch of perverts.”    

    “Finally, I was about to give up,” said Stacy staring at the screen.  For the last five nights between nine and midnight, Portia and she had been taking turns monitoring the Boston BiCouples chat room.

   “Vera waits until the kids are in bed and then she goes online,” was Portia’s conclusion.

    The girls had created several different logons to the New England Swingers WEB site.  In one they were a couple in there twenties looking to meet bi-sexual females, in another, a Goth girl looking to meet a Goth couple.  They’d used fake logons to master the stilted language and protocols associated with that particular chat room.  One thing they learned quickly was that most of the chatters were not couples but males seeking to persuade couples to have sex with them.  After hours of watching and engaging in aimless chat, they were on the verge of calling it quits.  However, HotPairFor69 has just signed on for the first time.

    “Good, I hope she’s horny,” said Portia taking a seat beside Stacy.  “Time for her to meet the vixen.”

    Moments later, Vickie Vixen joined the chat room. Vickie Vixen’s profile identified her as a twenty one year old college student living in Cambridge who enjoyed erotic encounters with attractive couples.  Her preferences included oral, vaginal, and anal sex, mild BDSM, corsets, and role-play.  Partners had to be non-smoking, height and weight proportionate couples who were very discreet.  Vickie Vixen admitted to having very close male and female friends who were not aware of her taste for couple’s sex.

    “Bingo,” said Portia when the IM software announced HotPairFor69 wanted to have a private conversation.  Stacy waited for several seconds so as not to appear too eager then mouse clicked the OK button and the two-way conversation box appeared on the screen.

   

HotPairFor69:  Hello, how are you this evening?

Vickie Vixen:  Fine, and you?

HotPairFor69:  Excellent, I like your profile.  I’m the female member of the duo.

Vickie Vixen:  I also find your profile interesting.  I hope you are a real couple, lots of phonies here.  If you’re a male looking to get laid, let’s end this now.

HotPairFor69:  We’re a real couple looking to meet attractive bi females for out of the ordinary sex. We’re college-educated professionals.  My husband’s straight.  I’m bi. We enjoy meeting attractive young femme’s for erotic encounters.  But we must be very discreet.

Vickie Vixen:  I require discretion also.  Stats?

HotPairFor69:  Me, 32yo, 5’7”, 140, brown/brown.  Him, 34yo, 5’8”, 165, brown/brown, 9” cut.  We frequent the gym 5x week and we’re both runners.

Vickie Vixen:  Nice but is that 9 English inches?

HotPairFor69:  Trust me, he’s a tripod.  And your stats?

Vickie Vixen:  21yo, 5’10”, 120, blonde/blue

HotPairFor69:  You’re slender.  I like that.  I am a 32C. Bra size?

Vickie Vixen:  34D

HotPairFor69:  Implants?

Vickie Vixen:  No, genes, Mom’s a 36D.  Aunt’s a 38DD.

HotPairFor69:  What kinds of things are you into?

Vickie Vixen:  Hot three way sex with couples, anything safe.  I like the wife to take the lead and tell me how to please them.

HotPairFor69:  Anal, giving, taking, or no way Jose.

Vickie Vixen:  I like to rim and be rimmed.  Your husband can fuck me in the ass once he lubes my hole.

HotPairFor69: You sound like our kind of femme.  How about BDSM?

Vickie Vixen:  Pain’s okay but no marks.  I have a very possessive and controlling girl friend.

HotPairFor69: Understood.  How about role-play?

Vickie Vixen:  Love to act.  But it’s only hot if its done right.

HotPairFor69:  Student and teacher, ever done that one?

Vickie Vixen:  No, but it sounds interesting.  Played a candy stripper caught blowing the sick husband in his hospital bed by his nasty bitch wife.  Couple had a hospital room in their house.  I got my head into it.  I could do the student and teacher thing.

HotPairFor69:  Terrific, but I have a question that can be a showstopper. We have no place to play.  Can we come to your place?

Vickie Vixen:  Sorry no, I live in the dorm.

HotPairFor69:  I knew you sounded to good to be true.  Well good luck.

Vickie Vixen:  Wait, I can get my friend’s place anytime.  She’s out of the country.  I’m sort of apartment sitting for her.  She has a nice place.

HotPairFor69:  When does she get back?

Vickie Vixen:  Not till after Thanksgiving.  She’s in Africa working for an NGO.

HotPairFor69:  What’s her place like?

Vickie Vixen:  Furnished apartment near my campus.  It’s in a large complex right off Memorial.

HotPairFor69:  Campus?

Vickie Vixen: Harvard, pre-law.

HotPairFor69:  I’m impressed.

Vickie Vixen:  Thank you but you shouldn’t be.  Hardest thing about Harvard is getting in.  I should have chosen Stanford.

HotPairFor69:  Do you have a pic to exchange?

Vickie Vixen: Yes, give me a second.

    Portia had taken a digital picture of Stacy naked standing with one foot on the seat of a straight chair.  A large dildo was stuck to the chair seat and poised to enter her vagina.  Portia had cropped the picture at Stacy’s shoulders.  Stacy embedded the picture in an email and sent it.  Her own mailbox icon noted the presence of a message that turned out to contain the same picture the Russos had sent to GirlyGirl19.

Vickie Vixen:  You two have beautiful bodies.  My pussy’s wet.

HotPairFor69:  Mine too.  You’re gorgeous.  My husband has a hard on just looking at it.  I can picture my face between your thighs.  Can I call you?  Chat and IM are so impersonal.

Vickie Vixen: 978 555-1515

    The disposable cell phone Portia bought rang immediately.  The call was short and to the point.  A meeting several days hence was agreed upon.

    “We’ve got a ton of work to get ready,” said Portia.  “You need a school girl costume and we need to find a few items that will support your cover story that the place belongs to a girl friend you’re involved with.  We can use pictures of my sister.”

Chapter 30 Ready on the Set

    “Don’t you two queers ever get tired of going down on each other,” asked Mike when Stacy answered.

   “Fuck you, what do you want?  Christ, it’s not even seven o’clock.  And for your information, I did not have sex with Portia or anyone last night.  I was working on a paper that’s due today,” said Stacy trying not to wake up.  She hadn’t finished until three in the morning.

   “I forgot to mention I set up an appointment for you and your fuck buddies from Zodiac.  You have to be at the apartment at three to let them in and show them where to install the equipment.  They’ll show you how everything works.  Who knows?  You might win one of those porn awards.”

   “Huh, what fuck buddies?  What are you talking about?”

   “You’re not exactly mellow in the morning.  Are you?  These guys are going to wire the apartment for your NSA hookup with the Russo’s.”

   “So what makes them my fuck buddies,” asked Stacy?

   “Well, they fucked you for one thing.  Too bad you were too blown away on uppers to know what was happening.  You may not remember Mel and his crew but they sure remember you.”

    “I still don’t understand.  Spell it out for the dumb whore,” said Stacy still groggy with sleep and feeling uncooperative.  Mike woke her on the one morning she didn’t have any early classes.

    “Mel Winslow is the producer and director of Stacy Does Cambridge. He is also the president of Zodiac Adult Entertainment and an associate of mine.  After Mel and his crew finished that disgusting piece of hardcore porn staring Stacia Todd of Weston, they had a crew party with the star.  She proved more than willing to have sex with them; but given that she is a slut at all times that is not surprising.”

    “Now I recall.  Mark told me about it,” said Stacy.  “The fucking creeps took advantage of me.”

    “Mark banged you too, the horny bastard.  He told everybody what a great piece of ass you were and how much you loved cock.  I would have stayed and got a piece myself but I had to be home with family.”

    “There is a downside to being a good family man,” said Stacy.

    “Watch it.  Sarcasm will get those big tits chopped off.  Say you’re sorry.”

    “I’m sorry.”    

    “You’re forgiven.  Anyway, you need to show Zodiac where you will be entertaining Cambridge’s Newest Power Couple.  They have to install the cameras and microphones.  We’re going all out to make this a first class production.”

    “I’ll be there,” said Stacy anxious to get back to sleep.

    “Good, you’re learning.  Now, just don’t fuck up,” said Mike ending the call.

   Precisely at three, Stacy found herself in a reunion with men who remembered that night much better than her. They were amazingly relaxed about what was technically a felony rape of a drugged female.

    “Hi Stacia, Mel Winslow, long time no screw,” said Mel stepping inside the apartment to take her into his arms.  His hands grasped her buttocks pulling her against his cock as they kissed.  “I bet you were something when you were a little girl.  You got any pictures of you in a bathing suit when you were little?”

    Stacy recalled the family albums were filled with pictures of her running around the family pool wearing only the bottoms; however, she didn’t intend to share them with the likes of Mel the pedophile. “Good to see you again, Mel,” said Stacy returning the kiss pressing her breasts and sex against his body.  It seemed the appropriate way to greet in the porn business.

    “Did Mike tell you that after Nancy, Dave and Jamal left, the whole crew gang banged you?  It was one hell of a performance.  You didn’t seem tired or anything.  Of course, the Mikester had you on uppers.  You were one amazingly hot piece of tail,” said Larry, Mel’s soundman and chief technician as he greeted Stacy with another butt squeeze and tongue kiss.

    “I was absolutely devastated when I found out I missed all that great sex,” said Stacy pushing her breasts hard against her chest.

    “Gosh, you’re beautiful,” whispered Larry ending the kiss.  “Maybe we could get together some time for coffee.”

    Stacy had to repeat the greeting with the camera technicians, Bill and Escobar.  Escobar proved to be the most aggressive.  He lifted her jeans skirt to grasp her nearly bare bottom as they kissed.  His powerful hands squeezed her buttocks as he ground the hard bulge in his crotch over her pubic bone.

   “All right, let her go, Escobar, everyone settles down.  We got a job to do here.  Before we get started, we need to educate Stacy about the latest in hidden surveillance technology,” said Mel pulling Escobar off Stacy.

    The four described in mind-boggling detail how each piece of equipment worked.  Tiny, almost invisible lens and microphones would be installed in the bedroom and living room.  A larger omni-directional lens was hidden in a wall sconce that faced the king sized bed where it was assumed most of the action would take place.  All video would be recorded in a digital format.

   “We’re using four cameras per room plus the one in the ceiling so don’t worry about us capturing your good side,” said Bill the lanky bearded redhead with the large hands and feet.  They all kept glancing at Stacy like they were expecting a repeat of their previous meeting.

   “Once we get all the digital back to the lab, Melanie will edit it into a coherent story,” said Bill.  “I promise you’ll be proud of the end product.”

    “It will look very professional,” said Larry reassuringly.  “You won’t be disappointed.”

    “I told Mike you ought to go out to the Coast and make porn.  Nancy, the redhead you steamed up the room with, left for LA after we made your film.  She called the other day and told me she was making five grand a week.  That’s five grand clear with no taxes.  She’s averaging a movie every two or three days and she’s escorting,” said Mel.

    “I need to finish college first,” said Stacy surprised at the amounts Mel was quoting.  They were several times what law school graduates were making after years of college and hundreds of thousand in tuition.

    Mel was short, bald, overweight, and constantly out of breathe. Stacy guessed his age somewhere in the fifties. One of Mel’s comments surprised Stacy.  “You got a real pretty pussy, sweetheart, nice even lips.  That’s important in this business.”

   “Thanks, Mel,” said Stacy trying to recall whether anyone had ever before complemented her on the bisymmetry of her labia.

    She stayed busy helping Larry run cables under the carpet and through the walls.  Aware that Mike would blame her if things went wrong; she asked questions about how the equipment worked and the possibility of things going wrong.

    “Suppose a camera fails,” said Stacy.

    “These devices are built not to fail; however, there’s going to be several in both rooms so if one goes on the fritz, the others will still work,” said Larry.  “We could just go for coffee, no sex.”

    “Sorry but I can’t. I’m with Mike Cabreeze.  Do you know Mike?”

    “Sure, everybody knows Lt. Cabreeze,” said Larry looking thoughtful.

    “Then the last thing on earth you need is to piss him off.”

    “Maybe he wouldn’t find out,” said Larry.

    “And if he did, you would wind up in Boston Harbor without an air tank.  You seem like a nice guy and I’d go out with you if things were different.  Now tell me about how everything works.”

    “All the recording equipment will be in this closet.  You activate the entire system by throwing this switch.  Everything’s digital so it’s totally quiet, not even the slightest hum,” said Larry showing her the stack of electronics in the closet of the spare bedroom.  Stacy wondered if any of Mel’s workers had detected Mike’s secret archive.

    The technicians took advantage of Stacy’s proximity.  Idle hands moved up her skirt to stroke her panty-covered vagina.  Stacy hadn’t worn a bra and the men kept touching her breasts throughout the installation.

    “Cool it, you horny bastards,” said Mel when he happened upon Escobar with his mouth glued to Stacy’s exposed breast.  Stacy relaxed and found she enjoyed their attention.  She engaged in a teasing back and forth sexually oriented banter with the men.  Finally after two hours, they announced they were done.

    “Fini, Stacia, we’re ready for the big test,” said Mel looking in the closet at the stack of equipment.

    “Good, what’s the test,” asked Stacy?

    “Get naked, honey, and go stand in the living room.  We need a final run through for the cameras and microphones,” said Mel.

    “Exactly why do I have to get naked for you to test the cameras,” asked Stacia?

    “I could give you some bullshit about skin tone and adjusting the lighting but the fact is Mike said we could party with you when we’re done, sort of a bonus,” said Mel.  “You were so hot in your first film; we’re all excited about the sequel.

    “Shit,” said Stacy only mildly surprised that Mike was demonstrating who was in charge by giving her away without mentioning it to her.

    “Hey, it ain’t like we hadn’t screwed you before.  But this time, you get to remember it,” said Larry.  “Besides, we’ll be nice.”

    “Sure, why not?  But don’t be too nice.  I’m in the mood for not nice sex,” said Stacy unbuttoning her blouse?

    “Whatever floats your boat, honey,” said Mel grabbing and squeezing his crotch.  “You hear that, guys?  Stacy likes it rough.”

    During the next ten minutes, Stacy stood naked in both rooms facing each wall as they made final adjustments to the angle of the camera lens.

    When rape is inevitable, you might as well lie back and enjoy it decided Stacy as she faced the camera.  These guys want my body and their fondling my breasts and feeling my pussy has got me in the mood for serious sex.  The alternative is to go back home and use my vibrator.  And from their perspective, I have a reputation to live up to.

   “How’s this,” asked Stacy as she performed a split between the two arms of the couch.  Resting on the back of her heels with her sex poised a good foot over the cushions; she vigorously masturbated and played with her nipples while they adjusted the camera angles.

    “Hurry up, I need dick,” yelled Stacy when they were almost finished.  She was in the bedroom lying on her back with her ankles locked behind her neck while she fingered her vagina and anus.  When Larry announced everything was set, the crew hurried to the bedroom and started to undress.

    “Let’s skull fuck the bitch,” said Escobar grabbing Stacy by the wrist and pulling her roughly off the bed to the floor.

    “Let’s see some cock,” said Stacy kneeling beside the bed as she reached for their zippers.

    “Like in Oral Meltdown No. 3,” said Bill unzipping his trousers then extracting a thick nine inches.  “I love it when they choke on my mule.”

    “Nice, now show me what you can do with it,” said Stacy reaching for Bill’s large tool.

     “Bill used to be a performer,” said Mel stepping out of his trousers.  “He was in over thirty of my films.”

     “Why’d you quit,” asked Stacy raising Bill’s cock with one hand to lick his scrotum as her other hand stroked Mel’s shaft.

     “I got married.  She didn’t like me doing it with other women,” said Bill.

     “Bill’s wife, Cindy, used to work for me too,” said Mel.  “She performed in several gangbang films.”

     “We’ve all fucked her in Anal Intruders No. 3,” said Escobar.  “She loved backdoor penetration.”

     “But not since we got married,” said Bill defensively.

     “Gather close, guys.  Let’s show her how it feels to be skull fucked by the best,” said Mel.

      The next half hour was devoted to each of the four taking quick turns ramming their cock down Stacy’s throat.

    “You’re not sucking dick you’re getting your throat fucked,” directed Mel.  She was instructed to flatten her tongue and open her mouth wide.  Each member of the crew placed their hands on the side of her head and forced his cock into her gullet.  Bill’s was easily the longest and thickest.  The others claimed they could see the sides of Stacy’s neck expand each time Bill thrust home.

    “See,” said Escobar grabbing Stacy’s throat and squeezing it around Bill’s cock.

    Stacy keep choking and coughing up saliva that cascaded down onto her breasts.   Mucus gushed out of her nose.  Her cheeks glistened with her own spit.

    “You could make a couple thousand in an afternoon doing this is in the Valley,” said Mel slamming his cock down Stacy’s throat.

    “I love the sound of a cunt choking on dick,” said Escobar who was pinching, pulling, and twisting Stacy’s saliva-coated nipples.  They’d become very sore and Stacy kept twisting her body reacting to the pain.

    “She could definitely make it in jizz biz,” said Mel watching Stacy suck his cock as she jacked off Bill and Escobar.  “I just wish we’d met up ten years ago.”

   Mel’s crew had the skill and experience to make her gag and choke.  They called her every filthy name Stacy had ever heard and a few that were new to her.  Stacy’s lust grew as she responded to their brutal treatment.

   “Ram it down my windpipe,” cried Stacy when it was Bill’s turn again.  Moments later, Stacy struggled to suppress her gag reflex as Bill’s manhood filled and stretched her throat.  His powerful hands mashed her face against his hairy pubic area.  Saliva gushed over her lower lip when he pulled out just as she was about to faint.  He slapped his penis hard across her face as he taunted her.

    “You like that?  Don’t you, you filthy cock eating whore,” said Bill as his nine inches smacked her cheeks.

    “Goddamn right I do,” said Stacy her lust growing as the four repeatedly abused her.  Escobar and Larry were kneeling beside her sucking and chewing on her nipples as Bill held her head and throat fucked her.

   Mel had quickly blown his load down Stacy’s throat and that finished him.  He spent the rest of the session slowly stroking his cock as he watched his crew perform.  Skull fucking session over, they placed her in Escobar’s favorite position for triple penetration, a shoulder stand.  It was a position he learned when filming Asian Gangbang Girl.

    With her back on the bed and her butt pointed toward the ceiling, Larry pulled Stacy’s legs down to where her feet were right beside her ears.  He then eased forward straddling her face with his cock pointed straight down into her mouth.  Bill and Escobar crouched over her penetrating her anus and vagina.

    “You like ass to mouth, chica,” asked Escobar as he and Larry switched positions.  Seconds before he’d removed his cock from her rectum then slipped down to straddle her face.

    “I love sucking a dirty dick,” said Stacy taking Escobar’s penis in her mouth as Larry’s peter burrowed past her anus.

    For Stacy, it was the kind of non-stop three-hole sex she wanted.  Constantly changing positions the men rotated among her openings like a well-coached volleyball team. Stacy’s sex drive found its groove and she gave as good as she got.

    “Love it when their butthole stays open,” said Bill pulling his cock out of Stacy’s ass.  He leaned close to allow a large gob of spit to drop into her anus.  Escobar added his and Stacy felt the slimy fluid slide down the walls of her rectum.

    After each of the three had dumped his load into a different orifice, they decided anilingus would quickly restore their erection for a second round of fucking.  Stacy felt energized and ready to do whatever they wanted.

    “Let’s make her eat butt,” said Escobar bending over to expose his wrinkled brown eye.  “Chow time,” said Escobar as he reached back with both hands to separate his buttocks.

    Larry and Bill used her hair for leverage to bring her to his sphincter.  Stacy licked the musky center of Escobar’s sphincter then pressed her lips around the hole forcing it open so her tongue could enter.

     “Tongue my shit hole, bitch,” said Escobar displaying his skill in flexing and opening his anus.  He’d mastered the technique when years before he’d performed in several gay porn features.

     “Dive in, Stacy, and suck his shithole,” said Bill.

     Stacy’s hands were working Escobar’s cock and balls as her mouth rimmed his asshole.  Once Escobar was erect, Stacy found her face buried in Bill’s butt crack and then Larry’s. They repeatedly held her face between their sweaty cheeks pressing her nose and mouth hard against their unwashed anus while they slapped her rear urging her to force her tongue past their sphincter.   All the while, their fingers punished her breasts, especially her nipples, squeezing and twisting the soft tissue, bringing her to a constant state of pain driven orgasm.

    To Stacy it was the sort of mean, nasty, sweaty, and physically demanding sex she had learned to prefer.  Like a tigress in heat, she took everything they gave her and demanded more, screaming for them to fuck her harder.

    Once they were erect they mounted her again for a second round of intercourse. And later there was a third round where Stacy was mounted on one cock while she sucked another.

    After three hours of non-stop sex, the four men stumbled out of the apartment completely spent.  They had ended the gang bang traditionally.  They ordered Stacy to lay on her back with her mouth open and her tongue out.  The four gathered around her head.  One by one they jerked off on her face.  Some of the semen landed in her open mouth but most splattered her face, covering her eyes and hair.  Mel recorded the event with a video camera while he contributed his share of ejaculate.

    At Mel’s direction, Stacy used her finger to push most of the facial cum into her mouth as she smiled at the camera.  Responding to his request for a final close-up, she held her mouth open exposing the pool of jism resting on her tongue; then swallowed.

    Stacy hurried to shower as the men dressed.  When they went to say their goodbyes, they found her leaning against the shower wall using the pulsating spray to masturbate.

   “She’s incredible,” said Escobar walking toward their unmarked van. “I’m dehydrated.  I need some Gatorade.   She sucked my nuts dry not to mention she licked my cock, balls, and asshole till they sparkled.”

   “My gun’s empty.  Hope Cindy is asleep when I get home,” said Bill opening the van and sliding his toolbox inside.  “Be just like the cunt to wake up and want to fuck.  She’d be suspicious as hell if I can’t perform.”

   “Stacy Todd could have been a big star, like Jameson,” said Mel climbing into the driver’s seat.  “You got to hand it to Cabreeze; he knows how to pick them.”

   “She seemed nice to me,” said Larry depositing his toolbox.  “I’d like to get to know her better.”

   “Shit, Larry’s in love,” said Escobar laughing.  “You’re supposed to fuck whores not fall in love with them.”

   “She’s beautiful and she’s smart too.  She’s a college student,” said Larry defensively as he took the seat beside Mel.

   “Yeah, at Fuck Me U, she’s a cock sucking ass eating slut, Larry, who’s probably inside jerking off wishing she had Jamal’s nine inches in her twat instead of that micro dick of yours,” said Bill

   “She’s going to Harvard planning on being a lawyer,” said Larry.  “She told me about Harvard when she was helping run cable.”

   “Harvard, my ass, since when did Harvard admit nymphos,” said Escobar.

   “I asked her out but she said her life was too complicated to date,” said Larry.  “She seemed kind of sad about it.”

    “That was stupid.  Cabreeze would cut your nuts off for messing with one of his whores.  Besides, she’s a lesbo.  Mike said she lives with a diesel dyke.  Most of the really good pussy you meet these days are dykes,” said Mel ending the conversation.

Chapter 31 Playing School Girl

 

    “Hello, Stacy, I’m Vera and this is Gary,” said Vera Russo after stepping quickly inside the apartment door.  She delivered a quick kiss to Stacy’s cheek as she made the introduction.  Stacy had pictured her as a take-charge type and the way she shook her hand and introduced her husband was proving Stacy correct.  They had arrived precisely on time.

    Mark had been trailing them.  He called to report that the Russo’s had parked their car at the Charles Hotel then got into a cab headed in her direction.  The cab dropped them off at a nearby mini-mart and they walked five blocks to the apartment complex.  Mark captured each step of their movement on video.  It would be added to the Zodiac footage to create a complete story of the Russo’s visit to a much younger girl for bizarre sex.

    “They are one cautious couple,” said Mark watching them walk along Memorial Drive.  The wife’s pretty hot.  I’m looking forward to watching the DVD.”

    “Your bisexual side will appreciate the husband’s nine inch cock,” said Stacy taking a final check in the mirror.

    “A real nine inches,” said Mark.

    “I haven’t measured it myself but the wife swears he’s a tripod,” said Stacy slipping on the wire-rimmed glasses that Portia said made her look years younger.

    “Well, once they’ve seen the DVD, I’ll invite him to one of the down low parties at City Hall.  They’re coming up your walk.  It’s showtime,” said Mark ending the call.

    Days before she and Portia had visited the Goodwill Store and luckily acquired a uniform someone from Bishop Fenwick High School had donated.  By a stroke of luck, a navy blazer with the school crest, white cotton oxford cloth shirt with a button down collar, striped tie in the school colors and red tartan plaid skirt were hanging on the rack containing Stacy’s size.

    “Bonitas Et Fidelitas,” read Stacy from the blazer’s crest.

    “It’s Latin for Goodness and Loyalty,” said Portia holding the skirt up against Stacy.  “Catholic girls aren’t afraid to show some leg.”

    Stacy’s long legs made it unnecessary to shorten the skirt.  She purchased a pair of white knee socks.  She and Portia debated shoes.  Heels were sexier but saddle oxfords more authentic.  Stacy bought both but at the last minute chose the oxfords.  Wire rim glasses with a clear lens completed the look.  Portia chose a pair of barrettes with butterflies for Stacy’s hair.

    “First time in months I’ve worn a panty like these,” said Stacy lifting her skirt to show Portia her full cotton panty.

    “Hold that pose.  Lick your lips and smile,” said Portia aiming her camera at Stacy.

    “What are those for,” asked Stacy posing for the camera?

    “Margaux, she asked me what my room mate looked like,” said Portia.

    “She’ll think I’m some kind of weirdo,” said Stacy bending over to expose her panty-covered rear to the camera.

     “She’s dying to fuck you already.  That’s hot.  Here, lick this as you look into the camera,” said Portia handing Stacy a dildo.

    Stacy thrust out her chest and tilted her rear toward the camera as she swirled her tongue over the faux cock.    

    “You’ve got to wear that outfit for me, sometime,” said Portia downloading the images of Stacy to her PC then attaching them to an email to her sister in Baghdad.

    “Why,” asked Stacy looking over Portia’s shoulder?

    “You look so incredibly sexy but at the same time, very young and innocent.  If you didn’t have to leave, I’d bend you over, pull your sweet little school girl britches down, paddle your tush, and fuck your brains out with my strap on.”

    “I don’t get it,” said Stacy looking at herself in the mirror.  “This is pretty close to how I looked in high school.  They made us wear a uniform.  Most of us good girls wore a full panty because the boys were always lifting our skirts.  Sometimes to get extra attention, I’d wear a thong under my full panty then take it off when I got to school.  The guys were really shocked when they felt your bare butt.”

    “I have a confession to make.  At my high school in Trenton, I belonged to a girl’s gang.  That was a matter of survival.  A couple of times a year we would drive out to the burbs and kidnap girls from St. Cecilia’s.  They wore a uniform.”

    “You actually kidnapped them.  How did you do that?”

    “It wasn’t that difficult.  Find a group of cuties walking home together on a side street.  Politely ask for directions.  Taser them when they walked over to help then throw their butts in the back of the van and duct tape their hands and feet.”

    “St. Cecilia’s, sounds like a Catholic high school, why did you do that?”

    “Looking back, I suppose it was class envy.  Those girls had nice things like decent clothes and fathers who didn’t get drunk and beat the shit out of them.  But we didn’t think that way at the time.  We thought we were just taking the high and mighty bitches down a peg,” said Portia.

    “What did you do?”

    “What didn’t we do is an easier question to answer.  We’d take them to this old abandoned warehouse near the Passaic River.  We’d start by tie them over saw horses and whipping their ass with leather belts to make sure they did what they were told.  Of course, we told them if they did what we said, they’d get home safely.”

    “Or,” asked Stacy?

    “We’d cut their faces with razors.  Disfigurement is a woman’s greatest fear.  Actually, we never came close to that.  The ass whipping worked.  You take some candy ass femme from the burbs and lay a couple of dozen hard strokes on her bare butt she becomes very cooperative.  It was amazing how it changed their attitude from no fucking way to me first.”

    “From personal experience, I know something about the effect of pain on long held values,” said Stacy.

    “After we changed their view of what constituted acceptable behavior, they had to make out as they undressed each other.  Some of them didn’t find that difficult,” said Portia.

     “And for the ones that did,” asked Stacy?

     “A Taser between their legs encouraged their cooperation,” said Portia.

     “I can only imagine how that felt,” said Stacy lifting her skirt to stroke her sex.

     “I had it done to me one time by Margaux,” said Portia.  “But I deserved it.”

     “Why,” asked Stacy?

     “I borrowed her favorite blouse without asking and got something on it.  I was asleep when she found it ruined.  It was a hell of a way to wake up.  I never borrowed anything of hers again.”

     “I have got to meet your sister some time.  So what else did you do to the poor girls of St. Cecilia?” said Stacy unable to resist the urge to masturbate.

     “Various perverted acts, our favorite was to make them straddle a chair with a ten inch dildo stuck to the seat,” said Portia.  “Once we had it in their pussy, we pushed them down until their butt touched.”

     “Lubricated, I hope,” asked Stacy?

     “Of course, we weren’t complete animals.  After being fully impaled, they were required to masturbate for the camcorder.”

     “You filmed it,’ asked Stacy slipping her fingers under the seam of her white cotton school girl panties.

     “It added immensely to our enjoyment and provided porn we could get off to later.  However I do feel a tad guilty about it today.”

     “Perhaps after the Russo affair is over, maybe we could assuage your guilt by dressing you up as a St. Cecilia student. I could punish you.”

     “I’d like that. We have everything we need,” said Portia referring to the collection of S&M paraphernalia Stacy had purchased.

    “You can be the dominant to start and then we can switch,” said Stacy deciding that jerking off before she left would relax her for her attempt at blackmail.  She slid the panty off then placed her leg over the chair arm and resumed stroking her clit.  “What else did you do to them after you forced ten inches of faux cock in their sweet young pussies?”

    “Surprisingly, at least to we ghetto dollies whose virginity was passé before we graduated middle school, several turned out to be virgins so we introduced them to a whole new world.”

     “I plowed through my hymen with the handle of my hairbrush.  It only hurt a little,” said Stacy.

     “I uncapped my manhole with a coke bottle.  It was part of the initiation in Margaux’s club.  You had to demonstrate the vaginal capacity to bury a six and an half ounce bottle,” said Portia who like Stacy had begun to masturbate.

    “How did you know the any of the St. Cecilia students were virgins,” asked Stacy?    

     “I guess we took their word.  There are girls who have a hymen so tough and durable, that a surgeon’s scalpel is required to remove it,” said Portia.

     “I recall my mother mentioning the possibility my hymen could be a problem.  When I assured her it wasn’t, she looked surprised,” said Stacy.

    “Returning to my tale of wrong doing, one of the girls, an adorable little brunette with almost no tits or pubic hair, turned out to still have her hymen.  She was virgo intactus.  And it took several of we ladies pushing with all our might to change her status.  We were lucky we didn’t rupture something.”

    “I would have loved to see that.  She must have bled all over,” said Stacy working her clit with one hand while she inserted two fingers in her vagina.

    “Like a stuck pig, when we started, she screamed like a banshee and begged us not to deflower her.  She was saving it for Mr. Right,” said Portia.

    “I gather you didn’t take pity on her,” said Stacy stroking her sex with both hands.

    “Pity was in short supply that day.  But we did turn her upside down and examine this phenomenon.  Her manhole cover felt thick as shoe leather and just a tough,” said Portia.

    “But you overcame that obstacle,” said Stacy.

    “Yes, two girls held her in a split while another aligned the dildo with her vagina,” said Portia.

    “And what role did you play,” asked Stacy?

    “I placed my hands on the top of her shoulders and pushing down. She fainted by the time, her bottom touched down on the bloody seat,” said Portia.

    “Did you taste her virgin blood in hopes of restoring your own innocence,” asked Stacy?

    “No, but we did post the video to a WEB site.  Once the word got around there was an actual deflowering, a very rarely filmed event in Trenton and Cyberspace, the site took so many hits, the server went down,” said Portia.

    “Amazing,” said Stacy.  “What came next after the dildo rape?”    

    “Things became more relaxed.  We made them sixty-nine while we masturbated with dildos.  Then they got the thrill of munching our rugs.  Catholic girls love to eat pussy.”

    “I’m going to come,” said Stacy beginning her orgasm.

    “I’ll join you,” said Portia allowing her climax to start.

    “So how did it end,” asked Stacy using a tissue to wipe her cunt.

    “If they were pretty and we only took the pretty ones, we all wound up in a pile of naked flesh.  But if we didn’t like their attitude, we’d call up some of the guys and invite them over for a piece of tail,” said Portia.

    “What do you mean by attitude,” asked Stacy?

    “Treating us a ghetto trash, which of course, we were but they didn’t have to rub it in,” said Portia.

    “So they got to pull a train,” said Stacy.

    “Yes, you should have seen their faces when our black athletes dropped their pants revealing their ghetto anacondas.”

    “How did it end up?”

    “After they pulled a train, we took them back to St. Cecilia’s and dropped them off in the parking lot.  Most of them didn’t leave the same person as they arrived.”

    “They didn’t call the police,” asked Stacy?

    “No, too embarrassing,” said Portia.  “Besides what would the cop’s do?  We were all underage.”

    “Sounds very erotic, oops, I’m almost late.  Wish me luck,” said Stacy grabbing a bag of props and heading toward the door.

***

   

    When Stacy arrived at the apartment, she placed several of her high school textbooks on the desk in the living room corner.  Vera was to act as her tutor.  Stacy had not done her assignments.  A spanking with a ruler followed by sex with first Vera and then Gary would ensue.  Vera was to bring a paddle, a selection of sex toys and lubricant.  “Leave all that to me,” said Vera during the phone call.

    Following Portia’s advice, Stacy had purchased a pre-paid, disposable cell phone to communicate with the Russo’s.  Mike had been impressed enough to comment.  “Smart, very smart, maybe we should make Portia a full fledged Posse girl,” was Mike’s ominous comment when Stacy showed Mike the cell phone and credited Portia with the idea.

    “Please leave Portia alone.  She doesn’t need to be part of the Posse,” said Stacy.

    “She’s already a part.  You’re the one who brought her into the picture.  By the way, Ray Luchino died the other day but he said nice things about you and Portia.  Just keep doing like you’re told and Portia will be fine.”

    “Would either of you like something to drink,” asked Stacy gesturing toward the full bar. She and the Russo’s were standing in the living room.

    “Water would be great,” said Gary.

   “Water for me too,” added Vera looking around.  “This is a nice place, Stacy.”

   “Too nice for a college student, it belongs to my best friend, Michelle.   She’s in Africa working for Project Hope.  Michelle lets me use it when she’s away,” said Stacy.

   “Have you known her long,” asked Vera?

   “A year, we met a Marasol’s,” said Stacy mentioning the name of an upscale lounge frequented by lesbians.  “She’s older.  She has her MD.”

   “I see.  So I take it Michelle is a lesbian,” asked Vera?

   “She tells everyone she is.  But she was married once.  To an officer in the Marines, it didn’t work out,” said Stacy.

    “Is this her,” asked Vera picking up a picture of Portia’s older sister?  It showed a woman standing in front of the Sphinx with two other women.

    “Yes, she’s the one in the middle.  That was taken last summer. Michelle loves to travel.  I’m going to travel with her after I graduate.”

    “She’s pretty,” said Vera examining the picture closely.

    “Michelle’s a lot of fun and very dedicated to helping others,” said Stacy.

    “You don’t look near twenty one in your uniform.  Did you go to Bishop Fenwick?” asked Gary?

    “No, I went to a private high school.  I found this in a used clothing store.  I thought looking the part would help me get my head into the role-play.  I believe attention to detail is important.”

    “I totally agree,” said Vera looking pleased.

    “I need to change,” said Gary interrupting.

    “The bedroom is in there,” said Stacy pointing toward the door.  “Please have a seat, Vera.”

    Gary picked up a small nylon bag with the New England Patriot’s logo and walked quickly into the bedroom shutting the door.

    “Men are so impatient when it comes to sex,” said Vera taking a seat beside Stacy.

    “I’m feeling impatient, too,” said Stacy turning toward Vera and kissing her.

    “That was nice,” said Vera once the kiss ended.  “You make me wish Gary wasn’t here.”

    “Maybe if things work out, something can be arranged,” said Stacy before kissing Vera once more.

    The two were seriously making out when Gary wobbled back into the room.  It took all of Stacy’s self control not to burst in to laughter at the sight of the platinum blonde wig, poorly applied make-up and red silk print dress.  He looked to be a serious candidate for a twisted ankle the way he was walking in four inch red pumps that were the wrong shade of red.

    Stacy wondered why Vera did not help her husband with his feminine attire.   If I were married to a cross dresser, he’d look better than Gary decided Stacy.

    “Say hello to Gina, Stacy,” said Vera.

    “Hello Gina, you look very nice,” said Stacy reaching out her hand to indicate he should take a seat beside her.

    “See, my undies match,” said Gary lifting his skirt to reveal hose, garter belt, and panty all in red.  His cockhead was poking above the waistband of the sheer red panty like some pink primordial creature spying on unsuspecting prey.

    “Let’s girls make out to start,” said Gina plotting down on the couch beside Stacy.

    During their telephone conversation, Vera had mentioned her husband cross-dressed and asked Stacy’s indulgence with some of his eccentricities.  “He likes you to call his bung hole a man pussy,” said Vera.

     However the difference between knowing about his cross dressing and seeing was profound.  Gary’s swarthy complexion and hairy body made him look all wrong dressed as a woman.  Still, Stacy had a job to do.  Failure would incur Mike’s wraith.  Plus her personal determination to carry it off successfully came into play.

    “You’ve very pretty, Gina,” said Stacy turning to Gary and kissing him.  “I can’t wait to see your man pussy.”

***

   

    “Stacia Todd, why are your assignments not done,” asked Vera in as stern and demanding a tone as an experienced school principal could muster?

    Stacy had never engaged in sexual role-play and she was concerned whether she could carry it off.  “I’ve never acted or performed,” said Stacy earlier confiding her fears to Portia.

    “You were never in a high school play,” asked Portia?  “I’d figure with your looks you’d be asked.”

    “No, never, my Mom discouraged me from any activity that didn’t lead to higher SAT scores.”

    “The secret is to become the character.  Just pretend you are a high school student who’s neglecting her studies.  You need to think of yourself as that person,” said Portia.

    “And for the second act,” asked Stacy?

    “That should be easy.  You become a meaner and nastier version of Vera Russo,” said Portia.  “Come on, let’s rehearse.  Pretend I’m Vera.”

    The rehearsals had led to some very hot girl sex.  For the first time in her life, Stacy paddled someone’s bottom.  She had been horrified to discover how much she was turned on by the experience.  Portia had assured her there was a little sadist in all of us.

    That Vera knew Stacy’s correct name was intentional.  It had been Portia’s suggestion that Stacy fabricate as little as possible about herself.  There was a good chance Vera would perform a background check.   As a school principal she had the capability.  She could easily confirm Stacy Todd was a Harvard student whose parents were doctors in Weston.

    After a very intense make out session on the couch in which Stacy and Vera had masturbated Gina to an orgasm that left a white stain running down the front of her dress, the role-play part of the evening began.  The premise was simple.  Vera was her tutor.  Stacy was a lazy spoiled student who refused to take her studies seriously.  At the start, Gary didn’t have a definite role other than to stand nearby stroking his cock with his dress hiked up to his waist and his red panty pulled down to his knees.  He did seem very turned on by what he was watching.

    “I’ve been too busy.  Besides it’s boring,” said Stacy looking defiant.

    Stacy and Vera were standing by the desk containing several open textbooks.

    “Too busy at the mall I’d bet.  That’s just not good enough,” said Vera reaching into her bag for a ridding crop.  “I told you the next time you failed to complete your assignments, I would punish you.”

    “Please don’t.  I’ll finish next time,” said Stacy glancing at Gary AKA Gina seated nearby.  He was watching intently.  His hand and cock were glistening with lubricant as he slowly stroked his impressive manhood. Stacy didn’t have a measuring tape but she would have agreed to the nine-inch measurement.  Plus it was nice and thick. In Stacy’s view, thick was better than long but long and thick were optimum.  

   Before they started the role-play of teacher and student there was a short prelude.  Gina, speaking in a breathy falsetto, had made a request of Stacy as he handed her a large butt plug and a plastic squeeze bottle of Wet. “Insert this in my man pussy, please.”

   “Of course,” said Stacy as she kissed Gina taking the plug and lubricant.  This is going to take some effort realized Stacy observing the thickness of the anal intruder.

   Gina turned his back to Stacy and bent over at the waist raising his skirt and widening his stance.  Vera watched over Stacy’s shoulder as she covered the plug with lubricant then slid Gina’s red panty down his hairy thighs.  Gina helpfully reached back to separate her buttocks.

   “Oh, what a beautiful man pussy,” said Stacy tracing her slippery fingers over Gina’s anus down to his testicles.  Her fingers stroked his scrotum as her thumb pushed past his sphincter.

    Vera walked around to her husband’s front as she raised her skirt then pulled her panty crotch to one side.  She delivered a ringing slap to the side of her husband’s face.  “Lick my pussy, you pathetic faggot.”

    As the sounds of Gina’s tongue working on Vera’s sex filled the room, Stacy positioned the plug’s pointed end at the center of the sphincter and pushed gently.  The tip disappeared and a good inch entered her rectum.

    “Oh, it hurts,” said Gina reacting to the stretching of his sphincter.  He took several deep breaths to relax.

    “Shut the fuck up, queer,” shouted Vera once again slapping Gina.

    Stacy counted to five as she stroked Gina’s balls then inserted another inch.  Gina whimpered as he began to loudly inhale and exhale.  Stacy delivered a hard open palm slap to Gina’s flank as she forced another inch.  Vera matched Stacy’s slap with her own.

    “You want you ass fucked?  Don’t you,” asked Vera?

    “Yes, fuck my ass, Stacy, please,” cried Gina on the verge of tears.

    The skin around Gina’s sphincter had lost its wrinkled appearance as Stacy worked the plug back and forth, going deeper each time.

    “It’s so big,” whined Gina.

    “Quit whining, Gina, or Stacy will ram it in that pathetic cunt of yours,” snapped Vera.

    “You can take it, gorgeous,” said Stacy squeezing and twisting his testicles causing Gina to start crying in earnest.

    “My pussy’s too small,” pleaded Gina.

    “No, it’s not,” said Stacy delivering an open palm slap to each buttock that left a clear impression of her hand.  After the second slap, she took a firm hold of Gina’s cock as she forced the full insertion of the butt plug.

    A loud gasp followed by a short dance of pain ending in loud sobbing was Gina’s response.

    Stacy jiggled the plug back and forth rotating it with the T-shaped handle.   “Doesn’t that feel good now that its in,” asked Stacy?

   “Oh yes, thank you,” said Gina enjoying the sensation of having his rectum filled.

    “This will keep it in,” said Vera passing a thin leather strap attached to a narrow belt through Gina’s legs.  She fastened it over the T-shaped handle.

   Stacy slowly stroked Gina’s cock as Vera secured first the strap.  His penis felt amazingly warm to her touch.

    “What’s that for,” asked Stacy as Vera removed a metal cylinder from her bag.

    “Ball stretcher, Gina faggot likes her nuts stretched.  Don’t you, baby,” said Vera as she pulled his testicles down then surrounded the loose skein of flesh with the hinged cylinder before closing it.

    “They’re nice and tight,” said Stacy feeling the way his testicles were squeezed into the bottom of his scrotum.

    “He loves ball play.  The further you stretch the more Gina likes it.  I think we’re ready to play student and teacher,” said Vera as Gina carefully took a seat near the desk to watch Stacy and Vera begin the role-play.  

   “That’s what you said last time,” said Vera.  “Now bend over the desk so I can punish you.”

    “Please no,” said Stacy starting to cry.  Vera had emphasized how important it was for Stacy to cry and plead before and during her punishment.  It was something she had practiced with Portia.

    “I said bend over and hold on to the edge of the desk and do not let go,” ordered Vera grabbing Stacy and pushing her face down.

    “I promise I’ll complete my assignments from now on,” said Stacy starting to bawl.

    “Never end a sentence with a preposition.  I taught you better than that.  Now, don’t move or I’ll paddle you double,” said Vera again forcefully pushing Stacy face forward on the desk.

    Stacy continued to weep as she felt her skirt being flipped onto her back exposing her white cotton schoolgirl panty.

    “No,” she wailed as Vera grabbed the waistband and pulled them down to her ankles and off.  A finger trailed down her slit stopping to probe her entrance.

    “You’re wet, you little slut.  Have you let one of your classmates screw you?” said Vera.  “You promised you wouldn’t let anyone fuck you after I caught you with Tom Sperry’s dick in your cunt.”

   “No, I’ve been good,” said Stacy wondering who Tom Sperry was in Vera Russo’s life.  Was he a classmate who took her cherry?

   “Somebody’s cock has been in your hole.  I can tell,” said Vera pushing two fingers into Stacy’s vagina.

    “I had to let him screw me.  It was only once,” bawled Stacy following the scenario Vera had emailed her.

    “And exactly who was he, you little whore?”

    “Mr. Sanders,” said Stacy enjoying the way Vera was rubbing her G-spot.

    “Old Mr. Sanders, he’s nearly seventy.  He’s your physics teacher.  Why did you let him have you?”

    “I was going to fail the course,” said Stacy.

    “So you let him screw you for a passing grade,” said Vera forcing all four fingers inside Stacy.

    “He gave me a B+.  Stop.  You’re hurting me.”

    “Failing to do your assignments, bribing your professor with your body, what am I to do with you,” said Vera moving her hand back and forth pushing deeper each time.

    “I won’t do it anymore,” wailed Stacy.  “Just don’t spank me.”

    “You need to be punished, young lady.  Now hold on to the edge of the desk and don’t let go,” said Vera stepping back to remove something from her equipment bag.

    “Hold still,” said Vera circling Stacy’s wrist with a nylon strap then closing the Velcro fastener.  Vera passed the strap under the desk to secure Stacy’s other wrist then tightened the strap to where her chest pressed hard against the desktop.  

   “What are you going to do to me,” wailed Stacy surprising herself by bringing real tears to her eyes.  The role-play was turning out to be easier than she had thought.

    “Punish you in a way, you’ll never forget,” said Vera using a shorter strap to secure Stacy’s ankles to the legs of the desk.   Quickly, Stacy found her legs were spread at a forty-five degree angle.  Her movements were limited to an inch at most.

   “Such a beautiful bottom,” said Vera taking a moment to rub her hand over Stacy’s globes. “It’s too bad it belongs to a cheap little whore who’s willing to trade it for favors.”

    “Please don’t paddle me.  I can’t stand it,” sobbed Stacy.

    “Are you ready to be punished,” asked Vera stroking Stacy’s rear.

    “No, please don’t.  I’ll do anything you want.  I’ll go down on you,” said Stacy.

    “Slut, whore, you pathetic cunt,” said Vera picking up her riding crop and stepping back to swing.  This is going well decided Vera noting that her husband’s hand was a blur as he stroked his cock.  Stacy’s quite the little actress. Obviously she’s experienced.  

    Stacy screamed pulling hard on her restraints as her rear exploded in pain.  The second blow hurt more than the first and she felt her bottom start to heat up.  Vera, seemingly in a fit of rage, struck her repeatedly with as much strength as she could muster.

    Stacy lost count of the number of times Vera applied the crop.  Ever so often she stopped to feel Stacy’s sex inserting her fingers in her vagina.

    “Doesn’t she taste delicious,” asked Vera offering fluid-coated fingers to Gina who sucked and licked them clean.

    “Heavenly,” answered Gina.

    “Please, Mrs. Russo, you’ve punished me enough.  I’ll be a good girl from now on,” sobbed Stacy.

    “Not nearly enough, young whores like yourself have to learn the hard way to behave, Gina, hand me my paddle,” said Vera.

    “No, not the paddle,” pleaded Stacy not finding it difficult to sound sincere.  The riding crop had hurt like hell.

    “This should teach you,” said Vera taking a two handed baseball swing at Stacy’s rear with the leather covered paddle.  The sound of a loud smack of leather on flesh filled the room.      

    Stacy felt a white sheet of pain sting the surface of her bottom.  Light S&M my butt thought Stacy as the paddle caused her naked rear to explode in pain.  Stacy was surprised when the slime-covered butt plug she had inserted in Gary’s rectum minutes before was dropped on the desktop mere inches from her face.  Stacy watched as Gary moved one of the dining room chairs into her range of vision.

     Between blows of the paddle she watched as he licked the stopper end of an impressively large dildo then stuck it to the smooth wooden surface of the chair seat.  He lifted the hem of his skirt as she straddled the chair.  The red panty had been removed.   He squeezed some lubricant in his hand then reached back to re-lubricate his sphincter.  Moving slowly and deliberately, he worked the tip of the dildo past his already stretched sphincter then slowly impaled himself.  Murmuring about his man pussy he began raising and lowering his body as he stroked his penis.

   Stacy hung on to the desk, making tearful and heartfelt pleas for Vera to stop.  Vera stopped occasionally to feel the heat emanating from Stacy’s derriere and admire the slowly forming red whelps.

   It was not too long before Vera unable to resist her urges any longer dropped the paddle to the floor as she buried her face between Stacy’s cherry buttocks. The sounds of the woman noisily alternating between rimming asshole and licking wet pussy filled the room.  Stacy sighed in pleasure as Vera proved herself to be a more than adequate oral partner.

    Stacy had relaxed with her eyes closed when she heard Gina scream, “What are you doing with my daughter, you perverted bitch.  The second and weirder phase of the role-play had begun.

    Stacy heard and felt a protesting Vera being dragged away.  The mouth that was doing such wonderful things was no longer nestled in the crack of her ass.  The warm tongue and talented fingers were gone.  Behind her and out of view was a commotion.

    “What did that sadistic cunt do to my precious sweet baby daughter,” said Gina as she unfastened the Velcro from Stacy’s wrists.

    “She hurt me, Mama,” said Stacy raising up to exchange a very un motherly kiss with an obviously excited Gina.  Kiss over, Gina bent down and freed Stacy’s ankles.

    When Stacy turned she saw a seemingly terrified Vera lying on the floor with nylon ties around her wrists and ankles.

    “My poor sweet baby girl,” said Gina taking Stacy in her arms for a prolonged bout of tongue kissing.  Stacy could feel Gary’s hard cock pressing against her abdomen.  His hand raised her short skirt and felt her sex.

    “Let’s punish her, Mama,” said Stacy reaching down to rub the material covering Gina’s nine hard inches.

    “The bitch deserves to suffer for hurting my darling daughter,” said Gina pressing her cock hard against Stacy.

    “You better not touch me,” said Vera from her position on the floor.

    “Mama, help me turn her bottom red as a cranberry bog,” said Stacy.

    “Yes, let’s,” said Gina reaching down to lift a protesting Vera off the floor.  Vera was a petite woman, physically smaller than Stacy and tiny compared to her six-foot husband.

    “Strip her naked,” said Gina easily holding his wife.

    “Yes, mama,” said Stacy removing Vera’s top with Gina’s help.  Her bra quickly followed.

    “Do her tits,” said Gina.

    Vera writhed in pain as Stacy grabbed her nipples.

    “You like that, Mrs. Russo,” asked Stacy looking into Vera’s eyes as she crushed the tender flesh flat.

    “It hurts,” said Vera as Stacy pulled her flattened buds away from her chest while rotating her wrist.

    “I’ll bet it does,” said Stacy giving them a final vicious twist before turning her attention to Vera’s skirt.

    “I want you to whip the flesh off her ass,” said Gina as soon as Stacy had removed Vera’s pantry.

    It was only a matter of minutes before Vera was restrained face down on the desk.

    “She smells like a cur bitch in heat,” said Stacy putting her hand on Vera’s sex then bringing her fingers to her nose. When Stacy parted her labia, a wave of fluids oozed out on to her hand.  

    “Here, use this,” said Gina handing Stacy the oversized dildo he had just removed from the chair bottom.

    Stacy hesitated a moment wondering whether the dildo was too large for Vera’s vagina.  Then she reminded herself how sore her bottom felt.  She embedded the head in a protesting Vera’s entrance.

   “What’s that?” asked Vera reacting to the sensation of having her opening stretched.

   “Gina’s dildo,” said Stacy.

   “Christ, no, it’ll split me apart,” cried Vera.

   “I doubt it.  You’ve had two kids.  The baby’s heads were about the same size,” said Stacy beginning to slowly push the dildo into Vera’s painfully stretched hole.

    “I want the bitch to suffer,” said Gina reaching past Stacy to pound the base of the dildo with the heel of his hand.   In one swift motion, the dildo disappeared inside Vera.  The fake balls stopped its forward progress.  Vera sounded an ear splitting shriek.  She was so loud that Stacy could only hope that Mike was correct about the soundproofing he’d recently had installed in the apartment.

   Gina immediately withdrew the dildo to where only the head was not visible then forced it inside to the maximum.  Vera’s loud pitiful screams left no doubt she was seriously hurting.  Gina repeated the dildo fucking a dozen strokes.  At the end, Vera was reduced to a loud moan each time the latex manhood slammed into the wall of her cervix.

   “This too,” said Gina handing Stacy the oversized butt plug she had previously inserted in her man pussy.   Stacy following Gina’s example pushed the plug past Vera’s sphincter in one strong motion.   Based on the way, Vera contorted her body as she screamed, she didn’t like it one bit.

   “Whip her, “ said Gina handing Stacy the riding crop.

   Stacy’s strong young arm caused large red whelps to appear on Vera’s bottom.  After a short period, Gina handed Stacy the paddle and she continued until Vera’s butt was truly red as a cranberry bog at harvest time.

   When they released Vera, she collapsed sobbing to the floor,

    “Suck Mama’s cock, Stacy.  She wants you to have her cream,” said Gina stroking his manhood. As Stacy dropped to her knees, she gave a moment’s thought to the idea four cameras were capturing the role-play for posterity.  It had been the kind of weird bizarre sex that would doom the Russo’s to a lifetime of ridicule and shame should it become public.  The twitching of Gary’s member indicating an imminent escape of semen interrupted her thoughts.  Sucking hard on his piss hole and involving both hands in massaging his testicles, Stacy found herself with a mouthful of warm sperm.

    Recognizing the primacy of Vera as the wife and respect of the institution of marriage, Stacy climbed on top the still prostrate sobbing woman.

    “Open your mouth, cunt,” said Stacy as the two embraced.  Vera eagerly accepted Stacy’s tongue along with a copious amount of saliva and semen.  The two expressed their lustful nature by greedily exchanging the body fluids several times before swallowing the residue.

    Role-play over, the three some rested on the living room couch hydrating themselves before they moved to the bedroom for several hours of uninhibited three-way vanilla sex.  Stacy’s willingness to take Gary’s cock in her mouth seconds after it was withdrawn from Vera’s rectum established her as a winner in the Russo’s eyes.

   Gary, supported by a generous dose of erectile dysfunction tablets, proved to have excellent powers of recovery.  The finale was a prolonged power fuck with Gary pounding his cock in Stacy’s vagina while Vera performed yeoman oral service on whatever bit of flesh suited her fancy.

   

   

***

         

    “You did great, Stacia,” said Mike patting her bare knee.  She was seated between Mike and Lou in the apartment living room along with the rest of the Posse.  The Epps brothers along with Mark and Zack were seated on other components of the U-shaped sectional sofa that faced the large screen television.

     As the only female present, it had felt weird watching herself with the Russos on the DVD.  Stacy was fascinated and surprised by her on screen persona.  She had a difficult time identifying with the sexual dynamo who took such intense pleasure from what was happening as the three naked bodies coupled in different combinations.  It was the first time she had been able to observe the almost ferocious manner she exercised her sexual desires.  Basically she had lead and driven the Russos to perform sexually with intensity that neither had come close to experiencing since their college days.

   Zodiac’s final result had impressed Stacy with its professionalism.  It was a carefully edited good quality ninety minutes of hardcore sex that began with quick shots of the Russos leaving their home then proceeding to making out on the same couch she was sitting on.  It captured the role-play and ended in the bedroom with her and Vera lying on the bed with their head’s together, mouth’s open and tongue’s extended while Gary squirted jism over their faces.  The final scene was the two of them kissing as they licked Gary’s semen off each other’s face.

    “Gave me a hardon,” said Zack patting the tented crotch of his trousers.

    “So how did the power couple react when you and Lou showed them the DVD,” asked Brad?

    “I thought Gary was going to have a heart attack.  Really the poor bastard almost passed out.  Vera’s the tough one.  She asked me how much it was going to cost to buy it back,” said Mike.

    “What did you tell her?” asked Bobby?    “A blowjob and a fuck for starters,” said Mike. “She needed to be taken down a peg or two.”

    “God was she pissed when Mike told her to suck us off right then and there,” said Lou.  “I thought she was going to have a stroke.”

    “Really, that’s so fucking cool.  Did she do it?” said Mark.

    “Yeah, after a little discussion.  Got right down on her knees and played our skin flutes while her husband watched,” said Mike.  “I don’t think she likes it when someone else calls the shots.”

    “How did he react,” asked Brad?

    “Perverted bastard got a hard on so we insisted he join us in fucking his wife.  After we left, I bet there was some heated conversation in the Russo household,” said Lou laughing.

    “You both fucked her,” asked Mark?

    “Hey, Lou’s my partners and we share,” said Mike.  “After a slow start, she got into it and fucked like a pro.”

    “She squealed a little when we turned her upside down and stuck both our dicks in her ass.  She claimed it hurt.  Can you imagine that?” said Lou.

    “What happened next,” asked Zack?

    “I told Gary that Cambridge PD was off his radarscope.  Then I told him that when he ran for Congress that we would back him.  I gave him fifty large to help set up his campaign,” said Mike.

    “And he took it, of course,” asked Brad?

    “With a smile and a thank you,” said Lou.

    “Fucking politicians, they’re all crooks,” said Zack.

    “And the Misses, how did you leave it with her,” asked Bobby.

    “I told her that from time to time when I or my associates felt the need, we’d invite her over for a booty call.  The occasional screwing by one or more of us should keep her in line and connected.  Frankly, she’s more concerned about the DVD getting out than her husband.  What would be your take on it, Stacy?” said Mike.

    “She’s worked hard to get to where she is.  She’s a mother.  Protection of hearth and home is her primary objective.  So letting you animals fuck her from time to time is an acceptable price to pay,” said Stacy.

    “Spoken like a true feminist,” said Mike.  “I don’t know about you guys but watching Stacy perform has made me hard. What do you say we animals take Stacy in the bedroom and express our appreciation for a job well done.”

    “I’m for that,” said Zack standing up then taking Stacy’s hand to pull her off the couch.

    “I thought you’d never ask,” said Stacy realizing how horny she was.

 

   

   

     

Chapter 32 Road Trip

   

    “Open up, please.  I got to pee,” whispered Stacy to herself as she repeatedly sounded the horn of the three-year-old Cadillac.  High overhead loomed the rusting girders of the Williamsburg Bridge.  Two blocks away was her father’s favorite steak restaurant.  The one where he always ate when called in to operate on some VIP in New York.

    “Thank God,” whispered Stacy as the heavy metal door of AAA Auto Body slowly started to move.  I’m scared, tired of driving, and about to bust my bladder thought Stacy as she impatiently waited for the door to rise enough for her to drive inside.  The last few blocks of the drive had been scary.  Men standing on street corners had yelled obscenities and grabbed their crotch as she drove by.

    Two men had pounded on her windows at a stoplight prompting Stacy to reach for the weapon Mike suggested she carry.  But when Stacy brandished her Sig Sauer 9MM both men had pulled out their own handguns and pointed them at her.  She’d sped through the red light leaving them behind.

    Moments before, she had used her cell phone to dial the contact number Mike gave her.  The conversation had not been reassuring.

    “Yeah,” said a gravelly voice that answered on the first ring.

    “My name’s Stacy Todd.  I’m here to see Mr. Raymond Serrentino,” said Stacy holding her legs tightly together.  Mike had forbidden her to stop for any reason on the five-hour drive from to Brooklyn.  In spite of the dangerous ghetto and the risky task Mike made her perform, Stacy’s mind was preoccupied by the need to empty her bladder.  The thermos of coffee she brought had turned out to be a bad idea.

    “Give me a minute,” said the voice.

    “Hurry, please, I need to use the bathroom,” said Stacy.

    “Fucking broad needs to pee. Drop everything boys. Lady’s got to take a piss,” said the voice indicating he was speaking to others in the room.

    Stacy heard loud laughter in the background.  It sounded like the throaty guffaws of middle-aged men who smoked and killed for a living.

    “Please, I really got to go,” said Stacy expressing her desperate desire not to wet herself.

    “Sallie, hurry up, the lady’s really got to go or she’s going to piss her pants,” said the voice.  That was followed by more laughter then a click.

    As Stacy steered the bulky car through the door, she found herself in a long narrow garage with car bays on both sides.  In spite of the lack of activity outside, the inside was a scene of furious commotion.  There were dozens of cars lining each wall.  Sparks from acetylene torches illuminated the room.  Two or more men were working on each automobile disassembling it.  Stacy realized that for the first time in her life she was in an automobile chop shop.  She’d learned the term when the police came to talk to her father about the theft of his brand new Mercedes from Weston Memorial’s parking lot.

    “It’s probably cut into pieces by now,” said the officer.  “There’s a half dozen chop shops south of the city operating 24/7.”  Stacy and her dad had been surprised to learn the car was worth more for parts than intact.

    She had not gone along easily with the idea of driving to New York to buy drugs that Saturday morning.  She had just returned from Houston having made the Olympics Team.  Two weeks away from Mike and the Posse had made her realize her situation was not going to get better unless she somehow broke free from his control.

     Stacy had played it straight during the skeet tryouts politely refusing an offer of dinner from one of the coaches and even more aggressive advances from a fellow team member who made it plain she preferred her own sex.

    “I’m a two week virgin and horny as hell,” announced Stacy when she greeted Portia and the pets at their condo.

    “Good, I went shopping at a new adult store in Somerville,” said Portia when their kiss ended.

    “Buy anything interesting,” asked Stacy?

    “Let’s go into my bedroom and I’ll show you,” said Portia taking Stacy by the hand.

    “I need to shower first,” said Stacy.  “The airplane’s AC was on the fritz and every seat was occupied.  The cabin was a steam room.”

    “Please don’t.  I’m in the mood for sweaty pussy.  It has more flavor when it’s been marinating in its own special sauce,” said Portia pulling harder on Stacy’s hand.

    A short time later, Stacy was lying naked on her back in Portia’s bed.  A pillow elevated her hips.  Portia had begun their lovemaking by applying a warming jelly to Stacy’s vulva.

    “That stuff works,” said Stacy reacting to the heat she was feeling from her clitoris and vaginal opening.

    “Monk and Les liked it when I jacked them off with it,” said Portia stroking Stacy’s sex.

    “How are our favorite slackers,” asked Stacy spreading her legs wider?

    “Good, they sold three songs to one of the record companies. They want us to help them celebrate,” said Portia halting her manual stimulation to remove six golf ball-sized rubber balls from a nylon sports bag.   Portia held them up by the connecting chord. “Anal love beads, the economy size, the clerk sold them half off after I agreed to go behind the counter and blow him.”

    “They’re very large,” said Stacy taking one of the balls in her hand.  “One of the days you’re going to have to stop bartering sex for merchandise.  It’s not ladylike.”

    “Don’t worry.  I’ll make them fit,” said Portia squirting lubricant on the first ball in the string.

    “I have no doubt you will,” said Stacy lifting her legs then reaching down to pull her buttocks apart.

    “You have a very pretty asshole, Miss Todd.  Take a deep inhale and relax,” said Portia placing the rubber ball at the center of Stacy’s sphincter.  She slowly applied an increasing amount of pressure watching the ring of tissue gradually expand until it slipped over and around the ball.  Portia’s finger pushed each ball several inches inside Stacy’s rectum.

   “Having a stuffed butt is definitely erotic,” said Stacy stroking her clit to help her relax.

   “One down five to go,” said Portia before pushing the second ball inside Stacy.

   “Ball number six may force ball one out of my mouth,” said Stacy.

   “We could need far more than a mere six balls to achieve that.  Your large intestine is fourteen feet long.  I’d have to suck off the clerk every day for a month.”

   “Six is plenty,” said Stacy.

   “Here goes number four,” said Portia easing the fourth ball into Stacy’s behind.

   “Two thirds there,” said Stacy squeezing her rectum tight around the four balls. Stacy lay quietly stroking her sex as Portia finished the insertions.

   “Now that the six pack is in place, I am going to eat your very ripe pussy,” said Portia leaning forward to pass her tongue over Stacy’s vulva.

   “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.  My bottom was stuck to the airline seat.”

   “No doubt previously occupied by a succession of un bathed cunts belonging to a girl’s soccer team,” said Portia.  “Or a three hundred pound gypsy with an overabundance of pubic hair and a yeast infection.”

   “You make it sound so inviting.  I wish I could eat my own snatch.”

   “Here, have a taste,” said Portia inserting two fingers in Stacy’s vagina to cover them with fluids.  Stacy grabbed Portia’s hand to take the fingers in her mouth and suck on them.

   “Delicious, like a grand cru properly aged Bordeaux,” said Stacy.

   “My sister taught me to never eat a pussy that’s just been washed.  They have no flavor.”

   “Spoken like a true member of the Corps,” said Stacy closing her eyes allowing her mind to focus on the sensations being created by Portia’s tongue and the presence of a fully stuffed bowel.

   “Your pussy’s making me want to go for sushi,” said Portia.

   “California rolls would be nice,” said Stacy sensing the onset of a powerful orgasm.

    “I’m not done yet,” said Portia taking a strapon harness out of the nylon bag and bucking it around her waist.

    “What did that cost you,” asked Stacy watching Portia tighten the straps until the dildo appeared firmly in place.

    “I had to go back in the video arcade and let this sweet old man fuck me.  He must have been in his seventies.”

    “Did he get his senior discount,” asked Stacy taking the dildo in her hand to guide it into her vagina?

    “Oops, I forgot.  Unless they show me an AARP card, I never remember to knock ten percent off sex with the elderly,” said Portia leaning forward to push the dildo into Stacy.  “This is going to feel weird as it interacts with the love beads.”

    “I can feel it bumping along over the balls.  I want to come.  Fuck me hard,” said Stacy.

    Stacy reached up grasping her big toe with her thumb and first two fingers.  Once she had established a yoga toe lock, she pulled her legs downward causing an abdominal crunch rotating her pelvis.  Falling into a rhythm with the dildo thrusting into her vagina, she managed to press the anal love beads against the dildo as it traveled toward her cervix.

    “This is fucking in the truest sense of the word,” said Stacy.  “I may black out when I cum.”

    “When you do, I’m going to slowly pull the beads out,” said Portia.

    “I wonder if an orgasm can kill you,” said Stacy sensing the involuntary muscle contractions in her pelvic floor.

    “Don’t worry.  I know CPR,” said Portia as Stacy’s eyes rolled back up in her head.

    “I wonder if you can patent that,” said Stacy when she regained control over her breath after finishing one of the deepest and longest climaxes of her short but busy sex life.

    “Make a fortune if you could,” said Portia.

    “Your turn,” said Stacy moving aside so Portia could take her place.  At that moment, her cell phone sounded the first few notes of the theme from the movie, The Godfather.

    “Shit,” said Stacy reaching for the phone.  “It’s Mike.  I’ve got to answer it.”

    “He wants a piece,” said Portia watching Stacy open the text message.

    “The apartment, ASAP,” said Stacy reading the message aloud.  “Sorry, but I got to go.”

     “You can do me later.  Besides I told Monk and Les I’d meet them a half hour ago,” said Portia.

     “Let’s shower together,” said Stacy.  She had to rush to shower and change then fight the evening traffic.   Mike surprised her by asking whether she’d made the team and congratulating her when she answered in the affirmative.  The sex had started out as usual with Stacy providing a heavy dose of oral to Mike’s cock and ass before they moved into the bedroom.

   As Stacy aimed Mike’s cock into her opening, she was forced to admit that while she hadn’t missed Lt. Mike Cabreeze, she did miss the cylinder of man meat poised at the entrance to her pussy.  Stacy had just gotten a good rhythm going, when Mike made his request.

    “Something’s come up unexpectedly.  I need you to drive to Brooklyn tomorrow and take delivery of some merchandise,” said Mike looking up at Stacy.  At that moment, Stacy was in the cowgirl position straddling Mike.  Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the pleasurable sensation of having a hard cock in her vagina.  Her pelvis was moving through a tilting motion that ranged from deepest penetration to the grinding of her sensitive clit across his hairy crotch.  Mike’s hands were holding her buttocks pulling her against him, maximizing the contact.

    “I have to be at the Andover Rod and Gun Club at 10:00 to practice,” said Stacy pulling her navel toward her spine as she squeezed her buttocks contracting her core muscles.  She practiced this so often she could feel her pelvic floor rise and grip Mike’s cock inside her vagina.

    “Oh that’s good, baby.  Cancel your appointment.  I need you to do this.  Besides, you’re a member of the Posse now.  You’re expected to help out when asked.”

    “Me, a member of your Posse, exactly what does that mean?  Are you going to teach me the secret handshake?”

    “Don’t be a comedian.  You’re now a trusted lieutenant of mine.  You’re going to have to start earning your keep if you want to move up the food chain, nothing big to start, simple shit, a few errands,” said Mike before placing his feet flat on the bed to perform a rapid burst of hard thrusts into Stacy’s cunt.

    “What kind of merchandise?  That’s it.  Pound my pussy.  Hammer that motherfucker,” cried Stacy closing her eyes to focus on the sensations resulting from Mike’s explosive burst of penetrations.

    “Don’t concern yourself with that,” said Mike reaching up to take hold of Stacy’s nipples.  He pulled them hard bringing her down for a prolonged tongue kiss.

    “Drugs, you want me to pickup drugs.  I could go to jail for the rest of my life,” said Stacy once the kiss ended.  Stacy reached back with one hand to grab the base of Mike’s testicles slipping her fingers around the lose flesh and squeezing it gently.  She stretched his balls playing them across her fingers.

    “You looking to get smacked again,” asked Mike raising his hand menacingly.

    “Don’t hit me again, please.  I could go to jail for the rest of my life.  I don’t want to break the law.”

    “Fuck the law.  I’m the law.  Just do as you are told.  It’s no big deal.  You drive down.  Hand the man a briefcase. Have a cup of coffee.  Drive back.  Leave the car.  I’ll handle the rest.”

    “Suppose I said No Fucking Way.  Being your whore and getting slapped around is one thing but becoming a drug dealer is off the table,” said Stacy again contracting her vaginal muscles to squeeze Mike’s cock before she leaned down for another tongue kiss.

    “Work that cunt, baby.  Show me what that pussy can do.  I thought you might require some extra persuasion.  You’ve been away a couple of weeks, made the team, and now you think you’re hot shit,” said Mike reaching over to the nightstand to pick up his cell phone.  Stacy’s fingers squeezed Mike’s nipples as she leaned down to lick and suck them while she rotated her pelvis back and forth.

    “Have you got her,” asked Mike speaking into his cell phone?  “Good, put her on camera.”

    Mike turned the cell phone camera around so Stacy could see.  It took a minute for Stacy to recognize Portia on the tiny screen.  The image was dark and fuzzy.  She was in the back seat of a police van with her hands cuffed behind her back.  Monk and Les were seated on the floor in the back of the van.  Both boys looked terrified.  They were cowering in the corner.  Monk’s face was covered in blood.

    “You bastard, I’ll kill you one of these days,” said Stacy continuing to move her clitoris against Mike’s hairy groin.

    “Killing a cop is life without parole in Massachusetts but our pussy of a Governor trying to get that changed so you’d get the needle,” said Mike smiling as he pushed his fingernail hard into Stacy’s arm imitating a syringe.  He pulled Stacy down for a brutally hard kiss that left the taste of blood in her mouth.

    “Stacy, tell them to go fuck themselves,” said Portia screaming loud enough to be heard through the cell phone that was lying nearby.  That was followed by a loud smack, the sound of sobbing, followed by a scream that Stacy recognized.  Stacy grabbed the cell phone to see what was happening.  Lou must have expected her to look because he’d focused the camera at the back of the van.      

    Portia’s shirt and bra were pulled up over her boobs.  A nasty looking uniformed cop Stacy didn’t recognize had hold of her.  There was blood on one of her breasts.  In spite of the camera’s poor resolution, she could see Portia was crying.  Her white cheeks were covered in streaks of black make-up.

    “What have they done to her?  Make Lou let her go,” said Stacy squeezing her abdominal muscles to contract her vaginal walls around Mike’s cock wishing she could crush his manhood.  Stacy handed the phone back to Mike.

    “Having fun, Lou?  Yeah, I bet you are.  Were they where I said they’d be?  Excellent, you’re a credit to the force.  Tell Malone I owe him,” said Mike. Then he turned to Stacy and spoke.  “Lou says he apprehended Portia and those two fuck offs in an alley off Dunster Street.   He found heroin, crystal meth and fifty caps of Percoset.  That’s fifteen to twenty years minimum.”

    “They only smoke dope.  Portia and her friends don’t touch hard drugs,” said Stacy realizing it was in the power of Lou to put Portia and the two boys in prison ruining their lives.  Mike resumed his conversation with Lou.    

    “Nah, we’re fucking.  She’s riding my Pony.  You know what a cock hungry whore Stacy is.  She does.  Well, I’ll put her on.  Here, Portia needs to speak with you,” said Mike handing Stacy back the cell phone.

    “Are you all right,” asked Stacy?

    “No, the asshole ripped the ring out of my boob.  God damn, that hurt and it’s bleeding,” said Portia.  “He arrested us for possession.  Where are you?”

    “I’m with Mike.  I’m sorry,” said Stacy.

    “No, don’t,” screamed Portia in the cell phone as Lt. Lou Connors took a grip on Portia’s other nipple ring and started to pull.  That was followed by a loud piercing scream ending in a tirade of expletives.

    “He ripped out the other one.  He says he’s going to rip then out of my pussy next,” sobbed Portia.

    “Mike, please, I’m begging you.  Stop him. I’ll go to New York or anywhere you want.  Just don’t hurt her anymore,” said Stacy handing the phone back to Mike.

    “I’ll let you ask him yourself.  Hey partner, Stacy wants to ask you something,” said Lou handing the phone back to Stacy.

    “Lou, don’t hurt Portia.  I’ll go to New York tomorrow for the Posse.  I’ll do what ever Mike says.  Please, just don’t hurt Portia,” said Stacy trying to keep her voice calm and not display the extreme anxiety she felt.

    “Stacy, your roommate would be pretty if she fixed herself up like a normal girl.  You know I don’t understand this whole Goth thing.  Portia’s not that bad really but what does the stupid cunt do.  Cover her skin with these fucking ugly tattoos and white make-up like some kind of fucking ghost.  I look at her and want to puke.  Her skin looks like a fucking corpse that’s been floating in the Charles River a week.  And to make it worse she actually paid some sicko to pierce her tits, ears, tongue, belly button and pussy.  Who wants to fuck a pussy with rings in it?  What’s really ugly is this thing in her lip.  I going to take my K-bar and cut it out,” said Mike.

    Stacy could tell from his slurred speech Lou was drunk.

    “I’m begging you, Mike.  Lou’s drunk and he’s talking about cutting her face.  I’ll do whatever you say, no questions,” said Stacy handing the phone back.

     “Hey, bro, cease and desist.  Stacy had an attitude change about tomorrow.  She’s dying to go to the Bronx.  Yeah, you’re horny.  You want to fuck her even if she does make you sick. Stacy doesn’t mind.  Yeah, I’m sure.  All right, I’ll ask,” said Mike.

    “Stacy do you care if Lou fucks your roommate?  Personally I think Lou in spite of his strict Roman Catholic upbringing and distaste for girls with tattoos and piercing has a thing for her.”

    “Just tell him not to hurt her,” said Stacy.

    “Stacy says it’s okay to prong her.  Don’t want to take my word for it.  Here, let Stacy tell you herself,” said Mike handing her the phone.

    “Lou, don’t hurt Portia,” said Stacy.

    “She’s got nice little titties.  They’re pretty without those ugly rings,” said Lou.

    “Lou, you like to play piano don’t you?  I’ve seen you at Surf Side. Sometimes, you sit in with the quartet and play the piano,” said Stacy.

    “Yeah, I play a little,” said Lou.

    “Portia is a very talented pianist.  You should listen to her play.  She’s incredible.  You wouldn’t want to hurt someone that talented would you?”

    “I guess not.”

    “Good, Mike and I are all set. Please take Portia back to our condo.  Make sure she gets there safely,” said Stacy.  “And let Monk and Les go.  They’re not part of this.”

    “I’ll do that.  But I’m horny.  Can I fuck her?”

    “Yes, just don’t hurt her,” said Stacy deciding on the spot that Portia would much rather be fucked by a drunk cop than spend fifteen years in prison or have her piercing cut out with a pocket knife.

    “Will do.  I won’t hurt her but I’ll fuck her real good,” said Lou ending the call.

    “That was clever telling Lou Portia played piano.  You found his weakness and exploited it.  I better watch out for you,” said Mike looking thoughtful.

    “She’s a friend and I don’t have a lot of them.”

    “You got me.  I’m your fuck buddy.  It’s amazing how you keep me hard even when we’re arguing,” said Mike raising his hips to thrust into Stacy.  “Now I want you to fuck me with everything you got.  Don’t hold anything back.  Channel all your hatred and contempt into your cunt.  Try to fuck me to death.”

    Stacy took Mike at his word.  If there was such a thing as sex driven by hate, Stacy experienced it as she brought Mike to a climax.  Stacy sounded a loud scream of rage when she felt Mike’s semen squirting inside her.  Then she orgasmed.

     “If it was possible, you’d fuck me to death.  Wouldn’t you?” said Mike as Stacy lay down beside him.

     “Yes, I would.  The thought of climaxing the moment your heart stops makes me want to fuck you again.”

     “I once arrested a mortician for banging corpses before he embalmed them,” said Mike.

     “Maybe some day I’ll get the chance to do that to you.”

***

   

    When Stacy returned to her condo, it was well after midnight.  She was relieved to find Portia, Monk, and Les curled up in bed together fast asleep.  The cats and Giacomo were on the foot of the king-sized bed.  Band-aids covered the nipples of Portia’s exposed breasts.

    “Are you all right?” whispered Stacy when she saw Portia was awake.

    “Temporarily missing my nipple rings.  I found them in the floor of the police van.  I’ll get them put back after I heal.”

    “I’m so sorry.  This wouldn’t have happened except for me,” said Stacy hugging Portia.

    “It’s not your fault.”

    “What happened with Lou?”

    “He screwed me a couple of times then he let us go.  We did it right there on the floor of the police van.”

    “What happened to Monk and Les?”

     “It turned out the uniform cop, Sgt. Monroe, was queer as a three dollar bill and totally out of the closet.  While I was underneath Lou getting screwed, he gave Monk and Les an awesome blowjob for starters.  Gays are so good at sucking dick.  Then he dropped his uniform trousers revealing his preference for frilly lace panties. Thank God, those two morons didn’t laugh.  They played right along telling the Sergeant how pretty he was and how they wanted to fuck his man pussy.  Lace panty and a big hairy ass are not sexy, at least to me.”

    “You’re kidding?”

    “I’m serious.  It was weird.  And get this; the panty had a slit crotch.  The Sergeant reaches in this leather case on his belt where he was supposed to keep his spare clip and takes out a tube of lube and some rainbow colored condoms.  He hands them to Monk and Les then gets on his elbows and knees and orders them to fuck his man cunt.”

      “How did they react?”

     “You know those two.  They can fuck anything that breathes. Whether from fear or bisexual lust or both, they rocked the Sergeant’s world.  He fell in love with them the instant he discovered how their Prince Albert felt in his bunghole.  It turned out Sgt. Malone likes it in both orifices at the same time.”

   “It’s good to have friends you can count on in times of crises,” said Stacy.

   “We did it in the back of the police van.  Lou laid me out on the floor right beside the Sergeant while he’s getting his shit stirred.  It was to say the least bizarre.  The Sergeant was into kissing and he insisted they make out before they fucked him.  I was surprised at how much serious kissing was involved.  Of course, I was too busy making sure Lou had a good fuck to watch as closely as I would have liked,” said Portia.

    “We’ll have to arrange a viewing session with Monk and Les doing a gay guy,” said Stacy.

    “All in all it was a lot better than going to jail.  What does Mike want you to do?”

     “Drive to New York tomorrow and pick up drugs,” said Stacy.

     “Somehow he must have figured you would resist the idea,” said Portia.

     “Yes, sometimes I think the bastard knows me better than I know myself.  So that was it.  Lou fucked you and let you go.”

     “Not quite, we had to stay and drink with him.  He insisted we share his bottle of vodka.  He’s a fucking head case and an alcoholic.  After he emptied his dick and the gay Sergeant left, Lou started to bawl.  He gathered us around him like he was a master storyteller then dumped his bucket.  There is nothing more disgusting than a drunk on a crying jag especially when he’s carrying a nine millimeter semi-automatic.”

    “You’re shitting me,” said Stacy sitting down in a chair with Portia in her lap.

   “We had to listen to him telling what a lousy lay his wife, Maureen, is.  He didn’t leave out any details either.  He even showed us her picture when they were prom king and queen in high school.  Now this is the weird part.  Under the prom picture, he has a dozen of Maureen in her birthday suit performing sex acts,” said Portia.  “He passed them around to the three of us along with pictures of their children.”

    “Lou is a head case.  He gets his kicks humiliating Adriana,” said Stacy.  “What kind of sex acts?”

    “Masturbating with dildos, sucking his cock, and there’s a couple of her and this other girl, Lou said was Maureen’s older sister, going down on each other.  There was one of Lou getting a blowjob form the two of them,” said Portia.

    “She sounds more sexually active that most wives.  What’s his complaint?”

    “The pictures were taken years ago.  Currently, according to Lou, her vagina is dry as sand since she had Joey, their fourth.  Somewhat illogically, he suspects she’s banging this guy at the place where she works.  He’s thinking about killing the both of them,” said Portia.

    “Christ, what have I got you mixed up in,” asked Stacy.

    “Nothing I cannot handle.  And it’s not your fault,” said Portia.

    “How did you leave it with him,” asked Stacy?

    “I sensed he was attracted to me.  Can you believe that?  He wants to see me again.  He even wants to come and hear me play.”

    “Of course he was attracted to you.  What man wouldn’t be?” said Stacy cupping Portia’s injured breast then leaning down to kiss it. “How are these beauties?”

    “They hurt like hell when Lou pulled my rings out.  It happened once before by accident.  I caught one on a bathroom hook and yanked it out.”

    “How are Monk and Les?  Are they okay?”

    “Lou busted Monk’s nose and he bled all over the van but it wasn’t broken.  They’re both all right.  We were in the alley lighting up when they burst in on us.  I almost pissed my pants,” said Portia.

    “Let’s get in my bed.  I want to hold you,” said Stacy.

    When Stacy got up at seven to get ready for her trip, Monk and Les were already gone.  As instructed, she drove to the Posse’s apartment and parked alongside the cream colored Cadillac. She removed the shiny Halliburton brief case from the trunk and sat it on the seat beside her along with Mike’s detailed directions.  In a matter of minutes, she was on the Mass Pike heading for New York with the cruise control set five miles above the speed limit.

Chapter 33 San Juan Express

    Stacy drove halfway into the garage, stopping behind a late model Infinity SUV.  When she opened the car door and swung her legs out, she found herself looking straight at a young Hispanic male removing a front tire from a Lexus Solara.   He ceased work to openly stare between Stacy’s parted legs.  Then he made some sort of animal cry before he unleashed a torrent of Spanish to his co-workers.  They responded with hoots and catcalls.  The entire garage ceased work to look at the new arrival.

    “It’ll make the deal go down easier if you look hot,” was how Mike put it when they were discussing her trip in the shower after their lovemaking.  Stacy had lathered up Mike’s cock and balls.  Her hands were moving up and down the slippery shaft while he told her exactly what he expected.  The warm water combined with the aromatic French bath soap Mike preferred produced the usual result. In spite of the fact they’d already made love three times, his cock was rock hard.

    “Fuck me, Mike,” pleaded Stacy as she jumped in the air wrapping her arms and legs around him.

    “Just can’t get enough of my cock, can you, Slut?” said Mike holding her by her buttocks.

    “Never,” said Stacy before kissing him passionately.

    Holding on to his shoulders she raised herself up so Mike could guide his cock into her vagina.  Stacy groaned with pleasure as she lowered herself savoring the feeling of his hardness slowly sliding in her.  Standing erect, he held her against the tiled wall as they fucked.

   “Why does it matter what I wear,” asked Stacy later when they were getting dressed?

   “These are made guys.  They’ll judge me by how you look.  Besides, they appreciate a good-looking woman.  Never forget when you’re with me or on Posse business, you’re representing Mike Cabreeze so it’s important you look terrific.  Wear something sexy but classy and expensive,” said Mike.

    As a result, Stacy was dressed in what she referred to as one of her rich slut outfits.  The clinging ‘too tight for decent folk’ knit skirt hugged her rear.  The hem reached mid thigh allowing glimpses of the lace bands of her stay up hose.  An uplift bra raised the top of her breasts above the scooped out neckline of an equally tight knit sweater.  An exposed quarter inch of the lace bra enhanced the effect.  An expensive pair of Gucci sunglasses covered her eyes.  Skirt and sweater were a matching powder blue made from first quality Scottish cashmere.  Silver high heel sandals elevated her four inches.  Matching earrings, rings, and a diamond bracelet Stacy had retrieved from her safety deposit box containing Grandmother Todd’s heirloom jewelry completed the look.

    “You definitely look like a mobster’s whore but a very well dressed one,” was Portia’s remark when she kissed Stacy good-bye that morning.

    Now that crotch-grabbing obscenity-shouting Hispanics wearing greased stained coveralls surrounded her, she wondered if loose jeans, granny glasses, and a baggy sweatshirt would have been a wiser choice.  Still, she had no other choice than to brazen it out.

    “Like what you see,” asked a smiling Stacy spreading her legs wider to give him a clear shot at the narrow band of cream-colored lace covering her sex?

    “Ah, chica, you looking for some of this,” said the man grabbing his crotch with both hands to show her the outlines of his endowment?

    “Get back to work, Geraldo,” said the well-dressed man who had just arrived.  “I’m Sallie, this way,” was all he said as he gestured for Stacy to follow him.

    Stacy grabbed the Halliburton case off the passenger seat and followed the man to the back of the garage.  Determined not to look scared or intimidated, Stacy swung her hips and smiled as she followed.  Her journey was accompanied by loud suggestions by the mechanics as to what they would like to do to her.  Unfortunately for Stacy they were spoken in street Spanish, not the Castilian, she had learned in school.

    “In there’s the john,” said Sallie pointing to the open door of a tiny restroom at the back of the shop chop.  It contained a sink and filthy commode.  Grease stains covered the wall and fixtures.  It was obviously the one used by the mechanics.

    Stacy considered and rejected the idea of demanding to go the same restroom Sallie used.  He’d probably say no and her bladder was about to explode.  She stepped inside the room reaching back to close the door.

    “Can’t let you out of my sight,” said Sallie stopping the door with his foot.

    “I need some privacy,” said Stacy.

    “I got my orders,” said Sallie conveying his decision was final.

    “You get off on watching women pee, Sallie,” asked Stacy pulling up her skirt then sliding her panty down to her knees before she squatted down, hovering, trying not to touch the filthy seat.

    “Yeah, it can be hot,” said Sallie leaning against the doorjamb cleaning his nails with a file.  

    Relax and take a deep breath thought Stacy as she closed her eyes.  It took a few seconds for Stacy to start her flow but it finally came as a loud spray whose noise and smell filled the tiny room.

    “You really did have to go,” said Sallie as Stacy grabbed a couple of squares of tissue to wipe her sex.

    “Five hour drive and I didn’t stop,” said Stacy.

    “Pull your sweater up,” said Sallie.

    “Look, I’m here to execute a business transaction not let you play with my tits,” said Stacy.

    “I’ve got to check you for a wire.  Your tits don’t interest me,” said Sallie.

    “Bullshit, you know you’re dying to see them, A wire, what’s that?” asked an uncomprehending Stacy.

    “Microphone, dummy, maybe the Feds are outside listening to you piss.  Arms over your head and don’t move,” said Sallie.

    “Enjoy yourself,” said Stacy raising her arms like she was in an old cowboy movie.  Her skirt was still bunched up at her waist and her panty was down at her ankles.  The workers in the closest bay had stopped to watch the scene in the restroom play out.

    Sallie stepped close and pushed her sweater up over her sheer bra.

    “Nice, these must keep Mike Cabreeze’s hands warm on those cold Boston nights,” said Sallie as he slipped his hand inside Stacy’s bra.

    “When Mike touches them, they get so hot he has to wear oven mitts,” said Stacy.

    “Your nipples are hard.  Sallie watching you piss get you worked up?” asked Sallie reaching down with his other hand to feel Stacy’s vagina.   His fingers parted her labia, probing her opening. “You’re wet too.  That’s not surprising.  Cabreeze likes them slutty.”

    “That’s piss on your fingers.  I didn’t wipe that good,” said Stacy.

    Sallie slowly withdrew his fingers then wiped them on Stacy’s sweater.

    “Satisfied, no wire,” asked Stacy?

    “Let’s go see the man,” said Sallie.

    Stacy and Sallie walked through the back of the body shop, crossed the alley, stepping over garbage and entered the back of the building directly behind AAA Automotive.  Stacy found herself in a long hallway with a row of doors on one side.  Signs advertised, “Peep Booths $1, Totally Nude Girls.”

    Men were going in and out of the doors.  Stacy caught a brief look at the interior of one booth.  There was a small bench, a machine to insert dollars, and a Plexiglas window to a small stage where three women were dancing naked.

    “You a dancer,” asked Sallie as they walked down the hall?

    “No, still in school,” said Stacy ignoring the elderly man who put his hand on her butt as she walked by.

    “What you studying,” asked Sallie?

    “Law, I’m actually pre-law.”

    “Law, maybe you’ll put me in jail some day.  You let Sallie plead out.”

    “I’m interested in international law.”

    “American law not good enough for you,” asked Sallie?

    “That’s got nothing to do with it.  It’s mostly about treaties and trade,” said Stacy as they reached the end of the hall and began to climb a narrow stairwell.  At the top, Stacy entered a waiting room that contained three men who watched her closely as she passed through.  Bodyguards realized Stacy.

    Stacy was ushered into a very large office that was so dark she worried she would trip over something as they walked toward the small silver haired man seated behind a huge desk.

   “I’ll take this,” said Sallie taking the brief case from her as they walked.

    Stacy saw that beside the desk were several stacked rows of closed circuits televisions. It took Stacy a minute to figure out what each screen displayed.

    A camera must be hidden in the ceiling of each of the booths downstairs realized Stacy.  Some of the screens showed men sitting on the bench with their pants down masturbating as they watched the girls dance.  Stacy was surprised to see a girl clad only in high heels open the Plexiglas and step inside the booth with a customer.  Stacy watched as the girl counted some money the man handed her then kneel down to take his cock in her mouth.

    “You check her for a wire, Sallie,” asked Mr. Serrentino?

    “She’s clean, Mr. Serrentino,” said Sallie.

    “Come closer, doll,” said Mr. Serrentino looking Stacy over.

    I can’t believe he called me doll thought Stacy as she stepped to the edge of the desk.

    “Come around here, sugar,” said Mr. Serrentino gesturing to the side of his chair.

    Stacy walked slowly around the desk.  As she got closer, she realized Raymond Serrentino was far past normal retirement age.  He has to be in his eighties maybe nineties thought Stacy.

    “Nice, nice,” said Mr. Serrentino admiring Stacy’s body.  “Sit, sit,” said Mr. Serrentino indicating that Stacy should sit on his knee.

    “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Serrentino,” said Stacy gently sitting down wondering if he was too old and frail to hold her.

    “Michael’s like his granddad always had an eye for a good looking dame.  Michael’s granddaddy, Luigi Cabreeze, was what we used to call in my day, a Ladies Man.  Michael treating you right?” asked Mr. Serrentino putting one liver-spotted hand on Stacy’s knee as he put his arm around her waist.

    “Yes, he’s very good to me,” lied Stacy wondering if she would be providing Mr. Serrentino the same service he was watching on his televisions.

    “Yeah, Michael’s a good boy like his grandfather.  Of course, women can get you in trouble.  They did Luigi.  Michael tell you about his grandfather?  Luigi Cabreeze was a true Sicilian,” said Mr. Serrentino.

     On screen, the dancer had finished the man in an amazingly short time.  As she was going back through the Plexiglas door, the man was standing cleaning his cock with a paper towel from the roll conveniently placed in each booth.

   “Michael has never talked about his family, Mr. Serrentino,” said Stacy wanting to add that all they ever did was fuck but deciding it was wiser to keep her mouth shut as much as possible.

    “Luigi, he was putting the stones to this chippy over in Queens.  Name was Randazzo, Maria Randazzo.  She was like you, a real doll but a woman of no character. A putana, you know what putana means?”

    “No, but I hope to learn Italian some day,” said Stacy.

    “Putana, Maria Randazzo was a whore. Her husband, Carmine, was a Sicilian from Catania.  All the Randazzos were from that place.  Nothing but dogs and Randazzos live there.  Carmine was very angry when he discovered that Luigi had put the horns on him,” said Mr. Serrentino holding his fingers up beside his head to illustrate what was meant by horns.

    “It is a terrible thing to not respect the sanctity of the sacrament of matrimony,” said Stacy deciding it was time to make some sort of comment.

    “Yes, that is what I told Luigi.  I said Luigi; you got whores all over the five boroughs plus your wife and bambinos in Queens. Why you screwing poor Carmine’s wife?   You make trouble in the family.  I tell you this Carmine he really loves his Maria even if she is a whore.  He thought she was pure but he finds out from some snitch that every Tuesday when he goes to the docks to collect, Luigi comes by to see his Maria.  That Tuesday, he goes and then he comes back.  And what does he find?  There is his Maria with Luigi’s dick in her mouth.   He stands in the hall outside his bedroom with tears in his eyes and listens.  Did I say that Luigi and Carmine were friends, almost like brothers?” said Mr. Serrentino.

    “No, but betrayal by someone you trust makes it much worse,” said Stacy.

    “Carmine, he has this Remington pistol; the Army gave him in the war.  He walks in and shoots his Maria, Bang, right in her head. Her brains go all over Luigi’s face and he can’t see nothing.  Then he shoots Luigi in his manhood.  It is the old Sicilian way that when a man puts the horns on you; first you destroy his manhood.  Then he shoots Luigi in the head,” said Mr. Serrentino holding his finger to his temple imitating a pistol.

    “Poor Carmine, he is so upset.  He places the barrel of the Remington in his mouth and pulls the trigger.  That was the worst because the holy church teaches that suicides burn in hell everlasting.  Father Espinoza refused to bury Carmine.  His family had to take him to a place on the island to put him in the ground.  Would you like a sweet, pretty girl?” said Mr. Serrentino reaching into a box on his desk for a brightly wrapped piece of candy.

    “Yes, that would be wonderful,” said Stacy.

    Stacy watched as Mr. Serrentino with trembling hands unwrapped the candy.

    “Open, pretty girl,” said Mr. Serrentino holding the candy in front of Stacy’s mouth.

    “Delicious,” said Stacy chewing on the overly sweet chocolate something.

    “Something from the old country made with God’s real sugar not the false sugar made from corn,” said Mr. Serrentino.

    “Money’s good, Mr. Serrentino,” said Sallie stepping out of the dark to place the Halliburton case on the desk.

    “Well, I don’t want to keep you.  It has been a pleasure meeting you but I have a long drive back,” said Stacy standing up.

    “My pleasure, doll, and my best to Michael.  Tell him to come see me soon,” said Mr. Serrentino.

   “Sallie,” said Mr. Serrentino gesturing for him to step closer.

    Stacy watched as Mr. Serrentino whispered something in Sallie’s ear.  Sallie glanced at her and smiled as he listened giving Stacy an uneasy feeling.

    Stacy and Sallie retraced their steps back down the busy hall and through the back of the garage.

    Stacy was almost to her car when Sallie grabbed her arm and spoke.  “Hold it.  Mike Cabreeze asked Mr. Serrentino for a favor.  He said you’ve had a problem following instructions lately,” said Sallie.

    “I’m here. Aren’t I?  What the fuck are you talking about?” asked Stacy.

    “Geraldo, get the mattress,” said Sallie to the mechanic.  “The lady here wants to thank everybody for watching her car.”

    Stacy watched as the mechanic walked quickly to a nearby wall.  He grabbed a filthy grease-stained mattress.  He easily carried it to where Stacy and Sallie were standing then threw it down on the floor at Stacy’s feet.

    “I don’t have time for this shit.  I have to get back to Boston,” said Stacy watching Geraldo unzip his coveralls to reveal a muscular body covered with prison tattoos.  Stacy knew her objection was pointless before she made it.

    “Like I said.  Michael Cabreeze asked Mr. Serrentino for a favor,” said Sallie.  “Mr. Serrentino told me to put a train on you.  Take you down a notch.”

    Stacy looked round the garage. Pulling a train was an expression most college coeds were familiar with.  During an orientation lecture on campus safety, the dean of women warned about the danger of having to pull a train.  The female delivering the lecture admitted to being gang raped by her college hockey team. The lecturer’s warning was succinct.  If you get drunk and pass out at a party, the men will sneak you into a bedroom and take turns screwing you until the sun comes up and you walk home bowlegged.  Apparently the appearance of the mattress at Stacy’s feet signified that the train was about to leave the station.

    “My God, all of them?” asked Stacy looking at the men eying her hungrily.  Stacy guessed there were at least thirty.

    “Well, we wouldn’t want to leave anyone out.  Boys, the chica’s all yours, complements of Mr. Serrentino,” said Sallie starting to walk away.  “They’ll let you go after they’ve finished.  That is if you can still walk.”

    The men hesitated for a moment then rushed her.  Stacy saw no point in resisting as they unzipped her skirt and pulled her sweater over her head.  Her bra and panty went next.  She never got her lingerie back.

   Naked except for her hose, the crowd took a moment to admire Stacy’s body.  Several of the men grabbed and kissed her running their hands between her legs to feel her sex. They passed her from one to another.  Grease stained hands left black marks over her breasts and thighs

    When Stacy looked around she realized the men were actually licking their lips as they rubbed their crotch.  Their lust was almost palpable as they passed her from one another in the circle.   Resistance is not only futile but likely to get the shit beaten out of me decided Stacy kissing each man, pressing her breasts and sex against their muscular bodies.

    I can do this thought Stacy as Geraldo pushed her down on her back and climbed between her legs.  He used his hard cock to part her labia.  Stacy grunted in pain as he forced her non-lubricated opening.  She gave several quick thrusts of her pelvis to encourage Geraldo and her Bartholin glands.  The pain eased as her glands quickly responded to the presence of a hard eight-inch penis.  The onlookers shouted their approval as Geraldo began to pound into her as his mouth attacked her breasts.

    I’m pulling my first train thought Stacy as she wrapped her legs around Geraldo grunting as she brought him deeper inside bringing her clit in contact with his groin.  I’ll have to ask Portia the derivation of that phrase.   It doesn’t seem very logical or descriptive.  Twenty, maybe thirty guys surround me.  And every damn one of them is going to screw me.  One day like a true Sicilian I am going to shoot Mike Cabreeze first in one testicle then the other then blow his cock head clean off.  That will make us even for what he’s done to me.

   No one lasted very long.  It was in Portia’s terms, pump and dump sex.  There were no conversation, no intimacy, and no exchange of phone numbers.  The men tended to be young, muscular with six-pack abs, covered with prison tattoos, and anxious to show the others how hard they could slam their penises into her.  To them it was pure animalistic sex with a woman whose looks, clothes and jewelry shouted they weren’t in her economic or social class.  The brutal manner they raped her was their way of getting even with a world they wanted but couldn’t have.

    Each one seemed to take pleasure in hurting her breasts.  They sucked her nipples so hard she cried out.  Several actually bit into the soft flesh drawing blood.

    Stacy persuaded the tenth or so train car to allow her on top.  This had the added advantage of greater freedom of movement and made it easier to breathe.  The disadvantage was those standing around took turns sticking their cocks in her mouth while she rode the man underneath her.  Strong fingers pulled and twisted her breasts until they became fiery centers of pain.  Stacy lost count of the number of ejaculations she swallowed.

    “Get your head into it, girl,” whispered Stacy as she rocked back and forth working the cock in her vagina as she massaged the testicles of the man whose penis was thrusting into her mouth.  Recalling her favorite yoga instructor’s advice on how to deal with an uncomfortable difficult posture, she decided to make herself love it.  “Hurt my tits, motherfucker,” screamed Stacy lifting her breasts to the man whose fingers were twisting her overstretched nipples.    

    At some point, somebody behind her announced, “I’m going to pack her shit.” Stacy leaned forward to give him a straight shot at her backdoor.  She heard and felt spit on her anus.  Next he brutally forced his cock past her sphincter and began thrusting into her rectum.   Momentarily, the pain was intense but it quickly subsided.  Stacy felt a sense of relief that her over fucked vagina was getting a break.  But very quickly, she discovered they enjoyed the sensation of having two cocks inside her separated by a thin wall of tissue as they moved back and forth.

   At the end, three of the younger men who had already fucked Stacy once took her in all three holes simultaneously. They used her body for their pleasure while the others watched and shouted encouragement to their co-workers. One would slap her face hard with the side of his cock then shove it in her throat causing her to choke and gag.  Drool cascaded down her chin onto the mattress.   All the while, they were pinching and twisting her nipples causing her to cry out.  As they approached their climax, one began to rhythmically land hard slaps to her flanks.  For the finale, they pushed her on her back and ejaculated on her face and hair, covering it with semen.

   Sensing they were done, Stacy wiped the jism out of her eyes and slowly climbed to her feet using the side of the car to steady herself.  The men had returned to work.  A glance at her watch showed she had spent three hours on the mattress being raped.  Her shoes, skirt and sweater were on the hood of the car.

    Holding herself erect, Stacy took her purse and clothes and walked naked back to the lavatory.  She wet some paper towels and wiped off doing her best to remove the grease stains covering her face and arms.  Next she dressed, replacing the torn hose with the spare from her purse.  She chose not to look for her missing underwear.  She took her time re-applying her make-up and combing her hair.

    I’m a survivor Stacy told herself looking in the broken mirror.  Besides, if I weren’t hurting it wouldn’t have been a true gang rape.  Stacy squared her shoulders and laughed slightly at her frayed image. Her lips were swollen and her cheeks were puffy.  There was a bruise on her chin. Her breasts burned like fire.  The slightest movement signaled her brain how raw and sore her vagina and sphincter were.

    Still she managed a broad smile for her rapists as hips swinging she slowly walked back to her car.  When she reached the bay where Geraldo was working, she stopped and planted a kiss on his cheek.  She stood quietly looking at him until he opened the car door for her.  The other men hooted at the gesture but somehow she knew they were impressed with her chutzpah.

    Someone triggered the garage door opener and she drove out into the late afternoon traffic. Stacy sensed the car was ridding lower on its suspension than when she arrived.  Somewhere in the automobile was a serious load of drugs.  Calling on her last reserves of energy she made the five-hour drive back to Cambridge and parked the Cadillac where she found it.

    Portia was gone, playing a club date, when Stacy stumbled back into the condo.  She quickly stripped and got into a steaming tub.  Her first act was to open a packet of douche and rinse out the clots of dried semen and blood from her vagina and rectum.

Chapter 34 Pickup and Delivery

    “El Al Flight 203 arriving at Gate 12,” boomed the PA system in the International Terminal at Boston’s Logan Airport.

    Good, she’s on time thought Stacy glancing at her watch.  Stacy was seated in the waiting area outside Customs.  A black nylon rolling box was parked at her feet.  As instructed she was reading the prescribed magazine and wearing a sweatshirt announcing she was a member of Boston University’s Lacrosse team.

    An empty airline ticket folder was displayed in a side pocket of her purse.  A black wig under a Red Sox cap covered her blonde hair.  Large wire rimmed glasses with a clear lens covered most of her unmade-up face. Jeans and cross trainers completed her ‘dressed comfortably for a long international flight’ disguise.

    It was the end of summer and the terminal was busy.  The week before Mike had informed her she would be taking over the monthly task of picking up ten thousand tablets of Ecstasy from an El Al flight attendant and delivering them to a wealthy socialite at her estate north of Boston.  Mike told her to wear a disguise to avoid being identifiable on the airport security cameras.

    “Good, you look like a typical college girl heading to Europe to see great art and get laid by Eurotrash, very understated,” said Portia giving her a final inspection when she was finished dressing.

    “Certainly not my best look,” said Stacy peering into the mirror with a disapproving look on her face.  Meeting Mike’s standards had gotten her used to looking her best all the time.

    “It’s not supposed to be.  I’m not sure I would recognize you,” said Portia who had worked hard to make Stacy unrecognizable.

    “I wouldn’t recognize myself.  You should go to work for the CIA or a Hollywood studio,” said Stacy.

    It was another twenty minutes before the dark haired El Al flight attendant casually took a seat beside Stacy.  She smoothly positioned her rolling box next to Stacy’s.  It was the identical color, make, and model.

    She’s pretty; no gorgeous thought Stacy noting her identity badge read Esther Wolfenson.  Stacy guessed her age at late twenties to early thirties.  Stacy couldn’t help but admire her beautiful legs exposed by the mid thigh uniform skirt.  But it was the perfectly groomed cold black hair and violet Elizabeth Taylor eyes that struck Stacy as Esther’s best feature. And for someone who’s been flying for eleven hours, she looked remarkably fresh.  Following Mike’s instructions, Stacy waited for Esther to speak.

    “My brother played Lacrosse.  Are you on the team?” asked the flight attendant.

    Stacy turned toward Esther and smiled before she spoke.  “No, I got this for sucking off the coach.”  Stacy had initially objected to repeating the response Mike had given her.

    “Can’t I just say I’m the goalie or a defensemen,” protested Stacy when Mike had told her of the coded verbal exchange.

    “Just say what I tell you,” said Mike showing Stacy the two stacks of one hundred dollar bills he had placed in the luggage.  “Besides, after the first time, you two will recognize each other.  But you can still come up with your own greeting if you like.”

    “Cabreeze’s idea of a bad joke,” said Esther.

    “He has a warped sense of humor,” said Stacy.

    “I’ve only met him once, good looking but then the Italian men usually are.”

    “You’re very beautiful.  I’m wouldn’t be surprised if he hit on you,” said Stacy feeling the slightest bit of jealousy then dismissing the idea.  I could care less if he fucked her Stacy told herself.

    “He did but I told him I was married.  When that didn’t discourage him, I told him I was having my period.  The Italian male is encouraged by their mother, sisters and aunts to think every woman is dying to get into bed with them.  Unfortunately most of us are.”

    “How long have you been married?”

    “I was married for two years but it didn’t work out.  I’ve been divorced three.”

    “You’re still wearing a wedding ring,” said Stacy.

    “It discourages men from asking me to have a drink with them when we arrive, at least most of them,” said Esther.

    “I suppose that can be a problem in your profession,” said Stacy surprised that Esther had not already left.  She wasn’t sure small talk was supposed to be part of a drug deal.

    “Yes, unfortunately, it also discourages women, even pretty ones I find interesting,” said Esther placing her hand on Stacy’s for just a brief second then removing it.  The meaning of that small gesture to Stacy was unmistakable.

    “And you find that a problem?”

    “Yes, at times, you are very attractive.  Are you in a relationship?”

    “An open one, her name is Portia.  We’re college roommates”

    “Mike said you were a student,” said Esther.

    “Yes, I’m studying international law.”

    “That could be useful.  Have a drink with me later?  Bring your roommate if you like. Am I being too direct?  Everyone says Israeli women are much too forward.”

    “How do I know Mike Cabreeze didn’t put you up to this,” asked Stacy?

    “You don’t.  But I think you are a risk taker.  I’m at the Airport Hilton.  Ah, there’s my shuttle,” said Esther getting up to leave while deftly grabbing the handle of Stacy’s luggage box leaving the one she brought.

***

   

    “She hit on me,” said Stacy climbing into the van Portia had borrowed from Monk.  Stacy’s BMW was parked nearby.  They were in the airport’s parking garage.

    “She’s a lesbian,” asked Portia as the two kissed?

    “Yes, I suppose unless this is Mike Cabreeze’s idea of a joke,” said Stacy climbing into the back of the van and starting to undress.

    “Why would he do that?”

    “I don’t know.  It just strikes me as something he might do.  On the other hand I had the impression she was sincere.”

    “What was she like,” asked Portia?

    “Very attractive, good figure, early thirties, hypnotic dark eyes, exotic looking,” said Stacy.

    “You should do her,” said Portia.

    “I told her you and I were in an open relationship.  She asked me to bring you along.  Can you get this for me?” asked Stacy referring to the zipper of the short skirt she had slipped on.  Getting dressed in the cramped space was proving difficult.

    “What makes you think she’s for real?” asked Portia zipping the skirt

    “Seemed kind of lonely and sad.  I’ve read being a flight attendant is a solitary job.  She’s divorced,” said Stacy slipping on a matching top.

    “How did you leave it with her?”

    “Maybe call her later, meet for a drink.  If I do, you’re coming along,” said Stacy.

    “Jewish girls love oral sex and they’re good at it.”

    “Where did you acquire that factoid,” asked Stacy buttoning her silk blouse.

    “Sarah Schlinder was acknowledged to give the best head in my high school by both sexes.  She combined world-class stamina, a long muscular tongue, strong flexible lips, breath control, and years of experience with an innate desire to orally administer to all her classmates.  She held the record for sucking off the twelve member boy’s varsity basketball team.”

    “You kept records?”

    “Of course, twenty six minutes and ten seconds,” said Portia.

    “That a little over two minutes per cock.”

    “My personal best was forty seven minutes.  Shineeka Tomlinson, the Nubian Queen, beat me by three minutes.  I was third in the blowjob hierarchy my senior year.”

    “I have to ask.  Why was Shineeka called the Nubian Queen?” said Stacy putting on sunglasses.

    “Black as coal with classic Negroid features.  She was also six foot four and averaged twenty points a game.  She got a full b-ball scholarship to the University of Tennessee.  But even with all her athletic talent and rapport with our all black team she couldn’t touch Sarah’s record.”

    “Did you ever experience this Sarah’s phenomenal mouth play,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, my junior year, she and I fell in love for over a month.  Until we broke up, we did it at her house every day after school.  Sarah loved sixty nine.”

     “Don’t we all.  But you said she did guys too,” said Stacy.  

     “She was bi but she preferred pussy to cock.

    “Did anybody at your school ever study?  Everyone at my school was so intent on going to an Ivy League college we didn’t have time for sex.  At least, most of us didn’t.”

    “I studied but GTA and sex were the preferred curricula,” said Portia.

    “GTA?”

    “Grand Theft Auto, here, let me fix your hair,” said Portia pulling the cap and wig off Stacy.

***

   

    “Stacy Todd to see Leslie Cabot.” Stacy was speaking into the intercom at the gated entrance to the estate whose address Mike had given her.   Mapquest driving instructions rested on the passenger seat.  Stacy was in Beverly Farms, a tiny seacoast town north of Boston.  It was known for having more than its share of New England’s old money families.

   I hope this works thought Stacy.  Portia thinks that if we continue to learn more and more about Mike’s operation, I’ll eventually find some way to escape his clutches.  It sounds pretty desperate but I can’t think of anything better.

    Stacy with Portia’s help had made the transformation from dressed down college girl in jeans to clotheshorse dressed in the latest fashion.  Her clothes were chic and expensive.

    “You have to impress Leslie Cabot you are her kind of people, a fashionista,” said Portia when they were discussing how to approach the pickup and delivery of the Ecstasy.  In the airline terminal the objective was not to attract attention.  They decided the exact opposite was called for when she delivered the drugs to Leslie.

    “Designer clothes, labels that will impress her,” said Portia.  “Cool high fashion for a warm summer afternoon.”

    “I don’t have anything like that.  The clothes I wear when I’m with Mike are for evening,” said Stacy.

    “Then we need to go shopping,” said Portia.  They’d decided on a cream-colored suit and matching blouse from a tiny boutique on Boston’s Newbury Street.  The designer’s name was relatively new but she was considered a rising star in the fashion world.  Adding shoes, scarf, and sunglasses brought the cost to well over a thousand dollars.

    “You look like something out of Elle or Vogue,” said Portia when Stacy finished dressing and was about to exit the van for her car.

    “I look incredibly overdressed to deliver drugs,” said Stacy leaning in to kiss Portia.  “Think we should meet Esther Wolfenson to see if Sarah was representative of Jewish womanhood?”

    “Yes, we’ll consider it research,” laughed Portia.  “Let’s go to Mariposa’s.  See if she’s got a friend.”

    “I’ll call her when I get back,” said Stacy.

    Stacy drove down the long curving driveway finally reaching the front of the brick mansion.  The back of the building faced the part of the Atlantic Ocean named Cape Anne after a former Queen of England.  The setting was spectacular and the size of the mansion and the grounds impressive; but Stacy noticed the trim could use a paint job and the hedges needed pruning.  There were weeds growing through cracks in the pavement.  It was an observation only a rich girl like Stacy would be likely to make.  In Weston maintaining your estate properly signified you still had real money.

    An elderly butler rushed down the stairs to open the car door.

    “Can I take that for you, Miss Todd?  I’m Albert, Miss Cabot’s butler,” offered the aged butler when Stacy lifted the rolling box out of the passenger seat.  He’s got to be in his seventies thought Stacy as she gracefully swung her legs out onto the pavement.  In spite of his age, Stacy noticed he took an extra second to admire her legs.

    “Yes, Albert, as long as it stays with me until I deliver it to Miss Cabot,” said Stacy walking up the steps.

   “Miss Cabot and Mr. Trabert are poolside, if you will follow me,” said Albert leading Stacy through the mansion toward the Atlantic side.   The buildings architect had not neglected the side facing the ocean.  Stacy emerged onto a broad marble floored verandah that overlooked a long slopping grade of lawn ending on the rocky shore. Waves were crashing onto the rocks sending plumes of spray into the air. Sails of hundreds of boats in the distance completed the vista.  Barely visible and to one side, there was a quiet inlet with a dock.  A forty-foot ocean going motor sailor was moored along with a smaller powerboat.    

   “If you will please wait here, Miss Todd, I will inform Ms. Cabot you have arrived,” said Albert leaving Stacy as he walked carefully down the steps to the pool.

    Immediately off the verandah were a full sized swimming pool and Jacuzzi.  At the far end, out of the house’s shadow, two people were lying on chaises absorbing the sun’s rays.  Leslie Cabot was face down tanning her backside. Her attire consisted of the bottom of a thong bikini.  Her companion was face up and totally nude.  Even at a distance Stacy could see he was magnificently equipped. The term Greek God came to mind when Stacy saw his muscular build.  They were both tanned beyond the point where Stacy’s mother would have launched into her skin cancer lecture.

   A topless Leslie Cabot stood up quickly when Albert got close enough to announce Stacy’s arrival.  Albert helped Leslie into a robe.  Leslie said something to the nude man but the ocean breeze prevented the sound from carrying.  Mr. Trabert waved his arm dismissively.   Leslie said something Stacy could almost hear then turned and walked toward Stacy.

   Stacy surmised Leslie had asked Mr. Trabert to cover up the sizeable weapon resting on his thigh and he had dismissed the suggestion out of hand.  Stacy concluded any man with a cock that large would want it to be seen by as many members of the feminine gender as possible.  The thought also occurred as to whether it would be possible to enjoy penetration by Mr. Trabert.  There was supposed to be a size beyond which intercourse brought pain not pleasure.  Still Stacy decided in spite of the risk to her vagina, she would chance it should opportunity arise.

    “Leslie Cabot, you must be Stacy,” said Leslie extending her hand.

    Up close Stacy saw that Leslie’s lifestyle had taken its toll.  Too much sun, booze, drugs, and late nights concluded Stacy observing Leslie’s wrinkles. Stacy thought it likely some of the income from drug sales would finance the cosmetic surgery needed to put things right for a while.

    “Yes, you have such a beautiful place here,” said Stacy taking Leslie’s hand.

    “Thank you, it’s been in the family since forever.  Costs a fortune to keep up and the taxes are highway robbery.  Shouldn’t we know each other?  Todd, let me think.  Your father is a banker, no a stock broker.”

    “A surgeon actually,” said Stacy realizing she was going through some kind of charade.  Leslie knew exactly who she was and what her father did for a living.

    “Yes, Samuel Todd, the brilliant heart surgeon. You must be so proud of him.  You’re one of those Todd’s.  You’re Doreen’s daughter.  Your mother is such a wonderful, giving, person always ready to help with the less fortunate,” said Leslie.

    Stacy’s surprise was lessened by the knowledge the life story of her well-known parents was on the WEB.  Portia often repeated that everyone’s biography was only three WEB pages away.

   On the other hand, Stacy’s mother was active in several local and national charities.  It was entirely possible she and Leslie Cabot could know each other.  That was something she and Portia had not considered.

    “Thank you, Ms. Cabot.  My mother has always felt a keen sense of noblesse oblige when it comes to her work at the clinic,” said Stacy acknowledging her mother donated several hours each week to patients who could not afford her services.

    “Leslie dear, no one calls me Ms. Cabot except old Albert.  Ellis and I were just about to have lunch.  Join us,” said Leslie putting her arm around Stacy.

    “No, I couldn’t,” said Stacy.

    “I insist.  And won’t take no for an answer.  It’s nothing fancy just a salad Albert threw together.  If I had known Doreen Todd had such a beautiful daughter, I would have made it a point to meet you before this.  Give me a minute to put this away then we can have a chat over lunch,” said Leslie taking the rolling box and disappearing into the house.

    Stacy found herself staring at the man lying in the chaise.  Apparently, he noticed Stacy’s stare because he lifted his cock so she could see it was not only usually long but also thick.

    “Now, let’s see if we can get Ellis to put something on.  I hope you’re not offended.  He can be such a show off,” said Leslie when she returned after a few seconds.

    “Not at all, I appreciate the male physique especially one so imposing,” said Stacy as they walked off the veranda toward a poolside table.

    “Well, don’t you complement him or he’ll try to seduce you.  He thinks every woman he meets can’t wait to hop in bed with him.”

    “I have to say the thought has occurred to me already,” said Stacy. “Not that I would without your permission.”

    “I see we share similar appetites.  Mike said you and I would get on.  I already see we have similar tastes in men.  How do you feel about women?” asked Leslie taking Stacy’s hand.

    “My rule is to love the one I’m with,” said Stacy smiling back as she applied the slightest pressure to Leslie’s hand before releasing it.

    “I can see we will get along famously,” said Leslie as they arrived at the table.  “For God’s sake, Ellis put something on.  You’re embarrassing me.  Come meet Stacy,” yelled Leslie.

    Ellis stood up and wrapped a towel around his waist.  Up close, he was even more impressive, movie star handsome with the physique of a competitive body builder.  He has to be six feet six thought Stacy noting he had the rolling gate of an athlete as he walked the few steps to meet her.

    “Ellis Trabert, this is Stacy Todd,” said Leslie.

    “Hello, Stacy, Leslie didn’t tell me we were having another beautiful woman join us this afternoon,” said Ellis taking her hand in his oversized paw.  He spoke in a clipped British accent.”

     “Thank you, I had to drop something by and Leslie was kind enough to invite me for lunch.”

    “You should stay and take the sun.”

    “Yes, the pool is delightful.  This may be the last good day before our horrible New England winter begins,” said Leslie.

    “I’m afraid I am without a bathing costume,” said Stacy.

    “I probably have one you can wear if that’s necessary,” said Leslie.

    “It’s not.  I was just being modest,” said Stacy.

    “You two sit down and get to know each other while I run inside and see about lunch,” said Leslie heading back to the house.  “Ellis tell Stacy about being a Beefeater and about how you used to bugger one another in the barracks.”

    “Water,” asked Ellis removing a plastic bottle from a cooler beside the table.

    “Yes, thank you, what part of the UK,” asked Stacy?

    “Outside of London,” said Ellis.

    “And you were really a guard at the Tower of London?”

    “Yes, I can see you’ve been there.  And for your information, I did most of the buggering.”

    “I can believe that.  Having a cock that large must have its advantages,” said Stacy.

    “I was promoted twice.  My captain gratefully offered me a commission and an appointment to Sandhurst,” said Ellis.

    “But you decided to offer your talents to the Colonials,” said Stacy.

    “Yes, a friend persuaded me that Hollywood beckoned.  I would be the new Schwartzeneger.  But it wasn’t to be.”

    “With your looks and talents, I’m surprised you weren’t successful,” said Stacy.

    “Thank you but Hollywood is populated by men with looks and talent.  We’re as common as prostitutes on lower Sunset,” said Ellis.

    “So how did you meet Leslie,” asked Stacy?

    “I showed her my cock and she fell in love with it.  She insisted on taking it home with her and I came along,” said Ellis.

    “How very romantic.”

    “And what about you?”

    “College student, pre-law,” said Stacy.

    “You forgot to mention, Harvard, wealthy family of renown doctors, Olympics, and the disgusting business of dealing drugs,” said Ellis.

   “I can see my curricula vitae has proceeded me.  You don’t approve of ingesting chemicals.  I gather Leslie does,” said Stacy.

   “I’ve tried to tell her how destructive they are.  But she’s hopeless,” said Ellis. “I value my body too much to pollute it.  Drugs will eventually destroy America’s ruling class,” said Ellis.

   “I can see where you might be right,” said Stacy.  “Except for marijuana I have managed to avoid them.”

    “Other than delivering them in large quantities to a woman who desperately needs money to keep up appearances,” said Ellis.

    “Some of us have no choice,” said Stacy.  “You’ve very forthright.”

    “Salad’s here,” said Leslie arriving on the scene carrying a large glass bowl of greens.  Albert followed pushing a small cart containing the table settings.

    “So what have you two been talking about,” asked Leslie taking a seat.

    “The Tower of London, Hollywood, college, and oh yes, after lunch, Stacy would like us to go inside and fuck,” said Ellis.  “Poor girl hasn’t been able to take her eyes off my prick since she got here.”

    “I consider it the true Tower of London and I’m a committed anglophile,” said Stacy pouring a small amount of dressing onto her salad.

    “What a lovely idea. I just hope Stacy knows what she’s getting into.  Ellis’s last impromptu conquest was my cousin, Aileen.  Poor dear had to lie to her husband when he asked why she was walking around bow legged.”

    “I’ll sign a release if that’s required,” said Stacy.

    “Witty as your mother and beautiful as your father,” said Leslie putting her hand on Stacy’s arm.  “I’m so looking forward to going inside for dessert.”

 

Chapter 35 Ellis Trabert

    “Bridge for mama, Ellis,” said Leslie grabbing a king sized down pillow to slip under Ellis’s muscular buttocks.  She and Stacy were kneeling between his outstretched legs orally enjoying his oversized manhood.  The two had been alternating between shaft and balls.

    “Definitely a two girl cock,” said Stacy noting that unlike other cocks she and Portia had shared, there was no sense of being crowded.

    Stacy sensed Leslie was being competitive as their tongues met and swirled over the mushroom head.  I’m a competitor too and a damn fierce one thought Stacy recalling her recent Olympic trials.  Stacy pointed the tip of her tongue and wormed it around and inside Ellis’ piss hole.  The fact the tip of her tongue was able to slip a half inch deep was not lost on Stacy.   Everything about Ellis’s sex organs was super-sized.

    Stacy had discovered Ellis’s testicles unlike other men she had orally serviced were far too large to get in her mouth.  Opening to where her jaw ached she was able to engulf at most a third of the grapefruit sized globes.  Sucking gently as she windshield-wiped her tongue over the smooth shaven surface, she could feel the warmth and energy stored inside.  The erotic thought that each testicle contained a mouth-filling load of ingestible body temperature semen encouraged her to greater efforts.

    Responding to Leslie, Ellis placed the soles of his feet on the mattress and raised his body until only his feet and his shoulders touched the bed.  Stacy placed her hand on the iron hard thigh muscles admiring the buff ripped surface of his flesh.  She helped Leslie slide two pillows underneath him.  His erect manhood swayed like a mighty elm as he held his body off the mattress.

    “Eat my hole, bitches,” said Ellis lifting his legs to expose his anus as he relaxed back onto the bed.  He proved amazingly flexible for such a large man, bringing his knees to his shoulders.

    “Beautiful,” said Stacy separating his buttocks slightly to look at his sphincter.  It was amazingly hairless and unblemished. It was an attractive shade of tan.  Inspired by the sight, Stacy leaned down to plant a kiss on the center of the wrinkled flesh allowing the tip of her tongue to flick across the center.

    “Isn’t it gorgeous?  I keep telling him it’s his best feature,” said Leslie using one hand to finger Stacy’s very wet sex.

    “It’s a perfect rosebud,” said Stacy planting another kiss that left the surface glistening with her saliva.  “Eating a man’s butt is a major turn on for me.”

    “Given that you’re Mike’s, I figured you for anilingus.  That’s one Italian stallion who expects a girl to suck on his asshole.  It wasn’t twenty minutes after we met I was giving his bunghole a tongue bath,” said Leslie thereby conveying her relationship with Mike Cabreeze was not strictly business.

    “I love doing Mike’s backdoor but this is special,” said Stacy applying her lips to the wrinkled flesh as her tongue pressed into the center.

     Leslie took a break from sucking Ellis’s cock head to say, “Show Stacy your trick, Ellis.”

     “All right, open sesame,” said Ellis reaching up to grab his big toes then tightening his steel hard glutes causing his buttocks to flex open his sphincter.  The size of the opening was somewhere between a quarter and a fifty cent piece.

    “Cute, huh, one of his porn buddies taught him that,” said Leslie.

    “Not only physically gifted but also talented, you’re lucky, Leslie,” said Stacy forming her lips around his open anus and pushing her tongue inside.

    Stacy made little sucking sounds as she alternated tonguing and licking Ellis’ relaxed anus.  Leslie, impressed with Stacy’s hard-core performance leaned over her to re-take his cockhead in her mouth.

    “It feels and tastes so good, your turn,” said Stacy taking a break so Leslie could apply her mouth to Ellis’ open anus.    

     “And it’s durable, too.  Some of Hollywood’s biggest cocks and fists have been inside that sweet little hole.  But there’s not a sign of damage.  Mine’s a different story,” said Leslie turning her rear toward Stacy using one hand to separate her buttocks revealing a sphincter seriously the worse for wear.

   “It’s a work of modern art,” said Stacy moving forward to perform anilingus on Leslie.  Her tongue and lips teased the lose flaps of flesh.

   “Art deco is more like it.  I keep making appointments to have it repaired but I’m deathly afraid of surgeons; so I cancel them,” said Leslie before hastily adding.  “Please don’t be offended.  I forgot your parents are doctors.”

   “Of course not I didn’t chose medicine as a career for a reason,” said Stacy not hesitating to place her mouth on Leslie’s irregular appearing anus.  She took the lose folds of skin in her mouth and gently sucked them as she pressed her tongue against the center of her sphincter.  It proved to be remarkably easy to open. No doubt in Stacy’s mind, a result of repeated penetration by Ellis.

    The fact Leslie’s comment about her sphincter was accurate didn’t deter Stacy from making loud murmuring sounds as she buried her face between Leslie’s buttocks energetically providing oral service.

    “You’re a real player, Stacia Todd,” said Leslie.  “One of these days I’ve got to get some work done back there.  Ellis says my asshole looks like a cabbage that fell off a produce truck.”

    “Her piles are disgusting.  I keep telling her to go to a plastic surgeon and have something done about them,” said Ellis straining to keep his sphincter open for Leslie’s tongue.

     “That’s not nice, Ellis, How are you at eating girl butt?” said Stacy moving quickly to a kneeling position straddling his giant head.

    “Such a beautiful ass,” said Ellis parting her buttocks with his jaw.  A muscular tongue darted inside Stacy’s rectum causing her to shiver with pleasure.

    The threesome formed a sighing moaning human chain, occasionally changing partners as they pleasured each other anally.          

    They were on the second floor in Leslie’s well-appointed bedroom.  The furnishing looked worn.  The carpet and drapes needed to be replaced.  However, the room was enormous and the outer wall was all glass with an incredible ocean view.  A door opened to a small balcony.  The windows were open and Stacy could hear the ocean breaking on the rocks.

    On the opposite side of the room above the fireplace, a wall sized plasma screen was showing a gay porn DVD staring Rod Stryker AKA Ellis Trabert.

    “Here, let me show you what Ellis accomplished in Hollywood,” said Leslie after the three had undressed and climbed in bed.  They were on opposite sides of Ellis.  Stacy’s hand was slowly stroking Ellis’s cock while her mouth was gently sucking the nipples located on his bulging pectorals.  Leslie clicked the remote and the screen commenced showing Raw Recruits in the middle of the film.

    “Christ, Leslie, must you,” said Ellis glancing at the screen looking only slightly annoyed.

    “Yes I must.  Good, it’s at the best part where you sodomize your entire squad,” said Leslie adding her hand to Stacy’s.

    “Don’t get mad but I have to ask.  Who did them for you?” said Leslie leaning across Ellis to kiss Stacy’s breast.

    “No one, they’re natural,” said Stacy.

    “Of course, they’re natural and they’re incredible.  I can tell by the way they feel,” said Ellis surrounding Stacy’s areola with his lips and sucking the entire end of her breast into his mouth.  The sensation was intense right on the border of pain and pleasure.

    “They’re very beautiful.  Come to think of it, your mother is quite chesty,” said Leslie before capturing Stacy’s other breast in her mouth.  The threesome intertwined with one another as they rolled back and forth over the king sized bed.

   “Stacy’s our guest so she gets to come first,” said Leslie pushing Stacy on to her back before descending along with Ellis to a position between her legs.  Stacy noted the practiced way the two worked together.  Eating pussy as a duo isn’t new to those two concluded Stacy.

   Stacy went with the moment taking the opportunity to relax and watch Ellis’ on screen performance.  Watching gay porn while having bi-sex was a new experience for her.  Eight skinny young men dressed only in fatigues trousers were leaning on garbage cans outside of what looked to be a fake military barracks.  Sgt. Striker screamed, “Drop them,” and all eight unbuckled, unzipped and let their pants fall to the floor. No one was wearing any underwear.  The actors playing the recruits were doing a good job of looking scared.

    “There’s no way the blonde boy on the end was eighteen,” said Leslie taking her mouth off Stacy’s clit.  Stacy found herself in unspoken agreement with Leslie.

    “They all had a birth certificate and a driver’s license that said they were eighteen or over,” said Ellis reaching to inserted his two fingers in both vaginas.  He began to vigorously finger fuck the two women at the same time.

    “Like false documents are hard to find in Los Angeles.  Fake Ids are the second biggest industry in the barrios after drugs,” said Leslie squeezing her sex around Ellis’ fingers.

    “You give great finger,” said Stacy opening her legs to encourage Ellis to insert a third of his long thick fingers in her hole.  The pressure of a third digit pushing against the walls of her vagina caused her to moan her pleasure and appreciation for his efforts.

    “That’s the production company’s problem not mine.  I just had to fuck their tight little asses not worry about the legalities,” said Ellis enjoying doing both women at once.  He slipped a fourth finger in both pussies as he swiped his thumb across their clits.

    “Jerk us off together,” said Leslie turning toward Stacy.  The two women’s tongue met in the air as Ellis’s powerful hands worked their sex.  Moments later, they both climaxed.

    “How was that for an appetizer,” asked Leslie when their orgasms had run their course?  Leslie handed Stacy one of the bottles of water from an ice bucket on the nightstand.

    “Fabulous,” said Stacy as they curled up on each side of Ellis to take a breather.  Stacy thought it odd that Ellis hadn’t climaxed but when she thought further, she realized Ellis was hired help and Leslie was the boss and that applied to the bedroom as well.

    “Ream them out, Sgt. Stryker,” said Leslie speaking to the screen where Ellis was moving up and down the line sodomizing each recruit.  His only attire was a pair of shinny combat boots and a drill instructor’s hat.  He looked imposing as his fully erect cock bobbed up and down as he walked.

   Several of the recruits started crying when Sgt. Stryker grabbed their thin flanks with his large hands and rammed his huge cock past their sphincter.  The smallest boy pleaded with Ellis not to sodomize him.  A close-up showed the disparity between the enormous head of Ellis’ cock and the small center of the boy’s anus.

    “Boo-rah,” shouted Sgt. Stryker as he plunged his dick forward.  His sphincter resisted the intruder for a second then surrendered.  A foot long column of thick flesh entered the boy’s squirming body in one unbroken advance.  The camera captured the moment when Ellis’ scrotum slapped hard against the boys.

    “Oh, Jesus, that hurts, take it out,” screamed the boy, his feet kicking wildly as Sgt. Stryker lifted him off the ground impaling him to the maximum extent possible.   The camera revealed the real tears in the boy’s pain filled eyes.

    “I don’t think they were enjoying it as much as I will,” said Stacy.

    “A couple of the guys were new to porn and hadn’t taken anything that large,” said Ellis matter of factly.  “They get used to it.”

   “Let’s fuck Stacy,” said Leslie taking a position between her outstretched legs.  Ellis placed a giant hand under Stacy’s bottom to lift her while Leslie positioned a pillow under her rear.

   Large blunt objects Stacy assumed were Ellis’s fingers glided into her slippery vagina seeking and finding her G-spot.   Two hungry mouths licked both sides of her clitoris.   Ellis added a second finger sending all the right sparks from the nerves surrounding her openings.

    “I’ll get Stacy’s ass ready for your cock,” said Leslie as she placed a single wet digit against Stacy’s sphincter.

    “Oh yes, there, in my ass,” breathed Stacy adjusting her pelvis pressing her anus against the pad of Leslie’s forefinger.

    “You have a very sensitive bottom,” said Leslie

    “It’s desperately needs filling,” said Stacy.

    “Would you like to be one of those whimpering twinks Ellis is reaming,” asked Leslie referring to the screen where one of the recruits had broken into heaving sobs when Ellis invaded his rectum.  Ellis was holding the sobbing boy off the ground.  His arms and legs were flailing the air like a rag doll.  He was pleading with Sgt. Stryker to remove his cock.  “Don’t you just love the way they cry like babies when he penetrates their little bottoms?

    “Oh yes,” said Stacy listening as the next recruit in line pleaded with Ellis not to sodomise him.  Sgt. Stryker threw the youth face down over the garbage can and entered him as he kicked and screamed.

    “The first time it hurts so badly it qualifies as an out of body experience.  Believe me.  I’ve been there,” said Leslie.

    “I’ll want it in my ass before we’re done.  I don’t care how much it hurts,” said Stacy feeling the onrush of an orgasm.

   “I think Stacy’s a pain slut.  What do you think, Ellis,” asked Leslie?

   Ellis spit Stacy’s labia out to answer. “She’s a slut all right.  And when I put my dick in her ass, she’ll know what real pain is.”

    Skillful mouths licking her clit and pussy while fingers explored her openings rapidly brought Stacy to a climax.   Leslie and Ellis took turns sucking Stacy’s labia and teasing her clit while each kept a finger inside her vagina probing her G-spot.

     “That’s right, Stacy, enjoy it like a true whore.  Hold it in your mind and make it last,” cooed Ellis as Stacy writhed and shook in pleasure’s throes.  Stacy focused her brain on what was happening to her body and held on to it until she had wrung the last drop of pleasure from her climax.

     “My turn,” said Leslie taking Stacy’s place.

     “Lift her legs, I want to eat her butt again,” said Stacy to Ellis as they orally administered to a squirming Leslie.  Ellis raised Leslie’s legs bending her double.

     Using her fingers, Stacy pulled Leslie’s damaged sphincter open.  Regular insertions of Ellis’s cock had left her anal ring pliable.  Stacy covered the open hole with her mouth and circled her tongue around the inside alternating with blowing hard inside her rectum to expand it then inhaling to contract it.”

   “What a darling girl you are, Stacy.  Finding someone who is into ass breathing is rare these days,” said Leslie enjoying the forced air contractions and expansions of her rectum.

    Stacy’s tongue could feel the side of Ellis’s hand as he inserted three fingers in Leslie’s vagina and twisted them back and forth as he sucked her clit.

    Stacy sensed the rhythmic pulsing of Leslie’ rectal walls, a sign her orgasm was imminent.  Sound a long string of the worst expletives possible, Leslie bounced up and down on the bed holding her belly as she climaxed.  Saliva seeped out of the corner of her mouth while she writhed from side to side.  It took only a few minutes for her to recover enough to resume their lovemaking.

    “Let’s suck Ellis hard.  Since you’re my guest, you get to fuck him first,” said Leslie once she had caught her breath.

    After the two had brought Ellis’s cock to a full erection, Leslie asked Stacy to make a decision.

    “Decide, Stacy, how do you want Ellis to screw you?  Option one is for him to take his time, be considerate and gentle or you can chose option two which is the one I bet you take,” said Leslie.

    “What us option two,” asked Stacy before passing her tongue along the ridge of skin on the underside of Ellis’s shaft?    

    “I call it the Mexican rape option. It’s brutal and vicious. Let me warn you.  You’ll scream before it’s over,” said Leslie.

    “Option two and make sure I scream more than once,” said Stacy surprised at how quickly she made her choice.  This is a lifestyle change for me realized Stacy.  I never liked pain of any kind or associated it with sex before I met Mike Cabreeze.  Now I’m eager to feel whatever sexual pain Leslie and Ellis can dole out.

    “All right, Stacy but don’t say you weren’t warned.  Ellis, let’s start with raping her mouth.  Open wide, slut,” said Leslie grabbing Stacy’s hair in one hand and lower jaw in the other.  She pulled Stacy’s mouth wide open and forcing it down on Ellis’ manhood.

    Anxious not to scrape Ellis’ sensitive flesh with her teeth, Stacy opened her mouth to the point her jaw hinge tittered on dislocation.  Held in place by Leslie’s iron grip, Stacy felt the blunt tip of Ellis’s cock slam into her throat opening.

    “Choke on that big dick, bitch,” said Leslie pushing hard on the back of Stacy’s skull twisting her head slowly wedging the cockhead into the narrow opening.  Ellis’ penis slowly and painfully expanded Stacy’s throat.  Her gag reflex caused her to contract her throat muscles, as lack of oxygen became an increasing problem.

    “Down it goes, cocksucking whore,” said Leslie pushing harder to embed the first four inches of Ellis’s dick in her throat.

    Leslie and Ellis held a convulsing Stacy tight as she struggled to dislodge the column of rigid flesh choking her.  Leslie, her tone now malevolent whispered, “That’s what it feels like to choke to death on a man’s dick.  The Mexican Federal Police do that to female tourists.  The ones who tortured me had cocks bigger than Ellis’.  I was barely eighteen when they arrested me.”

    “You were stupid.  You shouldn’t have been trying to buy cocaine from people you didn’t know,” said Ellis making quick rapid thrusts in Stacy’s throat.

    “They kept me for a week.  I had to spend two months in an clinic recovering,” said Leslie.  “There were lesions in the walls of my rectum and vagina.”

    “You can tell Stacy about it later.  For God’s sake, focus, Leslie,” said Ellis sternly as he moved Stacy’s head to each side causing his penis to slip further down her throat.

    Stacy was entirely focused on acquiring oxygen.  She had deep-throated cocks before but nothing as long and thick as Ellis’ penis.

    “Having fun now,” asked Leslie her face an inch from Stacy’s?

    “Her gullet’s convulsing.  Let’s make her squirm,” said Ellis reaching down to capture Stacy’s left nipple between his thumb and forefinger then crushing it flat as he pulled and twisted the tender nodule of flesh.  “Hold her tighter, Leslie, while I work her bits.”

    Stacy’s body reacted violently to the intense pain in her breasts and throat but Ellis easily held her with Leslie’s help.  When she was about to pass out, they relented, allowing her to gasp for air. Copious amounts of saliva dripped out her nose and over her lower lip.

    “Had enough, bitch, or want some more,” asked Leslie taking a painful hold on Stacy’s hair pulling her head back to where the tendons in her neck were taunt then slapping her hard on both cheeks.

    “More, rougher,” gasped Stacy her face stinging with pain.

    “And more it will be,” said Ellis grabbing the sides of Stacy’s head positioning it for another assault.

    “The Federal Police knocked out all my front teeth so I couldn’t bite them,” said Leslie ignoring Ellis’ demand she concentrate on the sex at hand.  “One of them forced a baseball bat up my ass.”

    “Go as deep as it will reach,” said Stacy right before Ellis’ penis filled her mouth.

      “You’ve got it easy,” said Leslie wrapping her hand tightly around Stacy’s throat and squeezing hard.  “You look like a snake swallowing a rat.  Choke on that fucking dick you whore.  Want more?  You’re going to take more till snot runs out your nose.”

    Stacy’s throat felt like it was going to burst.  Leslie’s hand was painfully pressing her neck against the column of rock hard manhood that was slowly moving down her air passage.  But Stacy’s lust had seized control.  With one hand Stacy fingernails were furiously clawing at her clit while the nails of the other were scrapping across the nerve dense tissue at the entrance to her vagina.

    “That’s right, bitch, draw blood, scrape that clit raw,” said Leslie observing Stacy’s action.  Leslie dug her nails into Stacy’s scalp as she pushed hard moving Ellis’s cock further downward.  Later, Stacy was to discover blood and bits of skin under her own nails.

    Stacy’s orgasm exploded as the sensations proved irresistible.  The lack of oxygen made her lightheaded.  Saliva dripped from her nostrils onto Ellis’s six pack abdomen as she started to see white spots in front of her eyes.  Mercifully, Leslie pulled her head upward.  Stacy felt air rush into her lungs as she fought to breathe.

   “Don’t let her rest, Ellis.  Fuck her,” yelled Leslie.

   Leslie and Ellis moved quickly to place Stacy in the missionary position.  Still experiencing her orgasm and fighting to breathe normally, Stacy found herself on her back.  Leslie had changed positions. The top of Stacy’s head rested against Leslie’s sex.  Her outstretched legs held Stacy’s arms down.

    Almost immediately, Stacy felt wetness as Leslie’s fluids seeped onto her scalp.  Ellis reminded her of one of the great cats as he kneeled between her outstretched legs.  He caught her ankles in his large hands pulling her legs apart to where she felt intense pain in her hip sockets. He twisted her feet outward then raised them vertically to where Leslie took hold maintaining the same orientation of her legs.

    Later, Portia showed her the page in the Kama Sutra where it described how rotating the female’s legs outward tightened the vagina making penetration by a large cock more painful.

    “Cock whip her,” urged Leslie as Ellis slapped his penis down on Stacy’s clit with a force that left her whimpering in pain.

     “You like that, bitch,” asked Ellis thumping his manhood onto her sensitive flesh?

    “Goddamn right I like it,” said Stacy thrusting her sex toward his penis as he slammed it down.  The loud slapping sound of flesh on flesh filled the room.

    “Our little college girl is a pain loving slut who likes having your pussy cock whipped,” said Leslie twisting Stacy’s feet causing her hip joints to scream in pain.

    “Cock whip my cunt, Ellis, pound your dick on my clit,” screamed Stacy.

    “We have ourselves a true pain slut, Ellis.  Tell Ellis how much you want his dick in your twat,” said Leslie.

    “Fuck me, Ellis, please.  Ram that big dick in me.  Make it hurt,” said Stacy her voice conveying her desperate need for penetration.

    “Beg him to rip your pussy apart,” said Leslie bending Stacy’s legs to where her toes were touching the mattress beside her ears.

    “Rip my hole till it bleeds.  Show me no mercy.  I need to be raped.  I’m begging you to fuck me raw,” said Stacy.

    Almost immediately, Stacy felt a cockhead pushing against her small opening.  Stacy moaned as the head expanded her opening.

    “Shit, fuck the shit out of me,” yelled Stacy squirming to fill her vagina.  Later, Stacy was to recall that moment as pure lust unclouded by any other thought beyond experiencing the savagery his penis would bring to her sexual core.

    “Here goes,” said Ellis shifting position to allow him to thrust forward in one brutal motion.

    “Split the whore open,” said Leslie.

    A loud hoarse scream escaped Stacy’s lips as she felt a column of fiery pain starting at just inside her vagina and ending deep inside her uterus.

    Downstairs in his quarters, Albert was furiously pumping his aging cock as he stared at the display screen.  The young lady is a screamer thought Albert and I do love it when they scream.  He was watching Ellis withdraw his cock then plunge downward creating another round of anguished cries.  Albert’s attention was drawn to the flickering of the hard drive as his system recorded the video frames.

    “I’d like to fuck you, Miss Stacia Todd.  Mine wouldn’t make you cry out like that monster of Mr. Trabert’s but you would know there was a cock inside you,” whispered Albert to the display.  Albert gimbaled the joystick to aim the camera toward the top of Stacy’s head.

    Leslie grows more like her mother each day observed Albert watching Leslie move her sex back and forth across the crown of Stacy’s head matting the hair down with secretions from her vagina.  Periodically, Leslie rose onto her knees straddling Stacy’s face.  Stacy reacted by lapping her tongue over Leslie’s opening.

    “That’s right, you little whore.  Eat Miss Leslie’s snatch,” said Albert watching intently as Stacy’s tongue licked the pussy resting on her face.

    Albert recalled decades before when Orin Cabot returned from Europe with his beautiful bride, Margarethe, Leslie’s mother.  Albert had just taken the job as second butler on the estate.  Orin, a diplomat, had met her at the Ercole Polytechnic where he was teaching a course in American and French Relations.  She was one of his students and she seduced the young bachelor in spite of knowing full well the wealthy American’s preference for men.  While in Paris, theirs became a relationship of convenience.  The presence of Margarethe provided proof against Orin’s suspected homosexuality.  While Orin’s money allowed Margarethe to satisfy her lust for material comforts.

    Unfortunately, Orin proved unable to satisfy the sexual needs of his much younger wife.  One night Albert had awakened to find Margarethe in his bed her mouth devouring his cock.  He and Margarethe became frequent lovers with Orin’s knowledge and approval.  Later, after Leslie was born, Orin and Margarethe were killed in a plane crash.  Now as he watched her fluids matt down Miss Todd’s hair, he recalled the copious flow Margarethe’s cunt produced.  It was kind of Miss Leslie to install this camera system so I could watch her having sex thought Albert.  I know how difficult her financial situation has become in the last few years.

    As he stroked his cock with one hand he held a printed image of a naked Stacy looking directly at the camera with just the head of Mr. Trabert’s cock filling her mouth.  It was a video frame captured when she first climbed on Leslie’s bed.  He had printed several others.  There was one of Stacy lying on her back masturbating.  Her fingers were busily stroking her excited sex.  What marvelous breasts thought Albert?  She’s an incredible beauty and a slut without equal.  Her sexual appetite reminds me of Margarethe.

    Albert planned to ejaculate on the prints while using his digital camera to capture the image of his cock squirting cum on Stacy’s picture.  He would use photo-editing software to obscure Miss Todd’s face.  After that he would post the images to a WEB site dedicated to displaying amateur pornography.

    “Flip her over and fuck her ass,” said Leslie having achieved her own climax from the contact between her sex and Stacy’s forehead. She had been impressed by Stacy’s reaction to Ellis’ cock.  She had expected the girl to quickly retract her choice of being raped once she actually experienced the traumatic pain associated with his assault.  But to the contrary, Stacy had grown more eager and demanding, thrusting her sex upward to meet Ellis’ plunging manhood.

    Leslie recalled the first night she experienced the brutality of Ellis’ pile driving approach to intercourse.  She was staying at a friend’s place in Hollywood.  She’d met Ellis at a club on Sunset.  The next morning she could barely walk.  

     Leslie was amazed how Stacy Todd of the respectable Weston Todds was reacting to the savage rough sex she and Ellis were dishing out.  Poor Cousin Aileen had begged her to make Ellis be gentle.  But they had ignored her pleas and fucked her unmercifully.  Still, Aileen was a wimp compared to Stacy.

    If she’s Mike Cabreeze’s whore, she has to be something special decided Leslie recalling her own experience with Mike and the Posse.  

    “On your knees and elbows, slut.  Let’s see if you can handle a good buggering,” said Ellis as he used his strength to force her into position.

    Stacy’s elbows rested on the mattress. Her knees elevated her rear toward the ceiling.  She allowed her back to sink further so Ellis was looking directly down into her asshole.

    Leslie used Stacy’s hair to raise her face slightly before delivering a stinging slap to the side of her face.  “This is the moment of truth.  I will make Ellis stop if you ask me to,” said Leslie.

   “No fucking way, Rape my ass, motherfucker,” said Stacy firmly.

   “Do it,” said Leslie.

   Stacy screamed into the mattress as Ellis’ cock forced her sphincter, traversed her rectum painfully expanding its girth, then straightened out a turn in her large intestine.  Balancing on the balls of his feet, Ellis repeatedly slammed his cock in Stacy’s butt hole, withdrawing occasionally to allow Leslie to lick and suck the cockhead stained from its journey into Stacy’s bowels.

   “Ready to come,” asked Leslie as she climbed underneath Stacy positing her mouth between Stacy’s legs?

   “Give me everything you got,” said Stacy.

   Leslie’s mouth was sucking Stacy’s clit as her vagina-embedded fingers massaged her G-spot.  Stacy was experiencing mind-blowing anal suction as Ellis fucked her ass.  She felt each contraction and expansion of her bowels as the huge cock forged and re-forged its path.

   “Going to come,” said Ellis announcing his imminent release.

   Moments later, an orgasming Stacy felt her rectum fill with semen.  His hands maintained a painful grip on her flanks as he convulsed and shook filling her bowels with come.  Stacy was deep in her own climax.  Her entire body was trembling with pleasure.

    “Don’t move,” said Leslie.  “This is going to be the peáce de resistance.”

    Stacy remained still as Ellis’ shriveling cock slowly withdrew from her asshole.  The instant it popped out, Stacy felt a pair of lips surround her still wide-open sphincter and begin to suck out the liquid contents.  Stacy relaxed, savoring the utter depravity of the moment recalling how accounts of the Roman Emperor Tiberius’ orgies on the island of Capri had once fascinated her.  Having someone suck the cum out of your ass would have met with Tiberius’ approval thought Stacy enjoying the feelings Leslie was creating in her well-fucked butt.

   Leslie’s face appeared at Stacy’s side.  Her puffed out cheeks reminded Stacy of a squirrel who had been very successful in her search for nuts.  Stacy pressed her lips against Leslie and felt her mouth fill with the recent contents of her ass.  

 

***

 

    “Mike was certainly correct about our having similar tastes in the bedroom,” said Leslie squeezing the rubber bulb flat then releasing to re-fill it with the feminine hygiene solution she had just finished mixing.  Several empty foil packets of douche powder littered the oversized shower floor.

    “Mike certainly knows my tastes and how I taste,” said a happy, well-fucked Stacy taking a seat on the shower chair then leaning against the shower wall and raising her legs. She forked her fingers to spread her labia exposing her opening to Leslie.

    “Is there anything you won’t do,” asked Leslie inserting the nozzle in Stacy’s vagina until only the large bulb was visible.

    “Certainly, pedophilia and necrophilia,” said Stacy closing her eyes as Leslie squeezed the bulb filling Stacy’s pussy.

    Leslie laughed as she refilled the bulb from the beaker of solution.  “You should be ashamed, discriminating against the young and the dead.”  Leslie filled Stacy’s vagina with a second application.

    “You can’t fuck everybody.  There has to be limits or civil society would collapse,” said Stacy.

    “Are you sore,” asked Leslie placing her fingers at the entrance to Stacy’s vagina and rubbing gently?

     “Yes,” said Stacy concentrating on holding the solution inside her.

     “I admire your endurance.  I stayed in bed for a full day, the first time Ellis pronged me,” said Leslie.

     “I’ve been in training for rough sex by Mike and the Posse.  I was gang raped by approximately thirty Hispanics a few weeks ago.  That was worse.”

     “How did that happen?”

     “Mike Cabreeze arranged it to teach me a lesson.  Here goes,” said Stacy before contracting her abdomen to expel a thin stream of water that splattered against the shower wall.  Stacy apologized when she realized her spray had splattered the two of them.

     “Impressive expulsion of fluids.  Strange that the both of us survived an encounter with the macho culture of Latin America and lived to tell about it,” said Leslie wiping her eyes before refilling the douche and taking Stacy’s place on the shower seat.

     “It was my first experience at pulling a train.  They made it hurt in as many ways as they could.  It went on all afternoon.  My boobs were sore for a week.  It was exhausting and painful.  But after a while I forced myself to adapt.  I started fucking back,” said Stacy inserting the douche nozzle in Leslie’s vagina.

    “I shouldn’t tell you this; but Mike made a point of telling me what would happen if I crossed him or the Posse,” said Leslie contracting her abdominals to keep her vagina closed while Stacy refilled the douche.

     “Something absolutely awful and disgusting I imagine,” said Stacy filling Leslie’s vagina for the second time.

     “He showed me autopsy pictures of a woman whose tits and clit had been chopped off while she was alive.”

     “How horrible,” said Stacy.

     “Told me I’d wind up the same, maybe worse, if I ever gave him a problem.  Do you think he means it or was he just trying to scare me?”

      “Trust me.  He means it,” said Stacy as she squeezed a second load of a feminine hygiene product into Leslie’s sex.

      “I thought so. Here goes,” said Leslie spaying the tiled wall.

      “So why did you get involved with Mike and the Ecstasy,” asked Stacy squeezing shampoo onto the palm of her hand then working it into lather?

       “My former trust fund manager made some bad investments then stole most of what was left.  Thank God the bastard is in jail.  I hope someone with a cock bigger than Ellis’s butt fucks him twice a day,” said Leslie.

    “Having recently visited one of our correctional institutions and seen what happens, there is a high probability you’re getting your wish,” said Stacy.

    “As a result, this place is mortgaged to the hilt. I could sell the estate and get a job but whoever heard of a Boston Cabot working for a living.  Besides, being a trust fund baby is the only lifestyle I know.”

***

    “I’m having a charity affair next month I’d like your help on,” said Leslie.  The two women were in Leslie’s dressing room.  They’d finished showering and were getting dressed.  Stacy was seated at a vanity applying her make-up.  Leslie was drying her hair.  Ellis was in the adjoining bedroom fast asleep, his enormous frame dominating the king size bed.

     “Do you feel kind of hollowed out inside,” asked Leslie in a whisper as they looked at the sleeping giant?  “I always do.”

    “If I were to fuck an ordinary man at this point, he would have to stick his arm in my cunt for me to feel anything,” said Stacy. “What kind of charity affair?  I’m awfully busy with school.” Stacy did not want to get trapped into performing tiresome tasks associated with charity galas.  On several occasions, her mother had required her to help out and Stacy had not enjoyed her assignments.  Licking stamps and stuffing envelopes wasn’t that exciting.

    “It will require one day and night only and it’s on a weekend, nothing else, I promise,” said Leslie.  “It’s for Women In Harms Way.  Are you familiar with them?”

    “No, I cannot say I am,” said Stacy.

    “They maintain safe houses for women and their children who are fleeing abusive husbands or boy friends.  Their injuries are heart breaking: cigarette burns, broken bones, missing teeth.  The safe house shelters them while they relocate away from the bastard.  It’s amazing how some women allow themselves to be physically and mentally abused for years before they break away.”

   “I can handle one day and a night,” said Stacy wondering how long she would put up with Mike’s abuse.  He hadn’t slapped her in several weeks but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t the next time they got together.

   “It’s not what you think it is,” said Leslie.  “After watching you with Ellis, I’d say you are going to have a very good time.”

   “What happens?”

   “Are you familiar with Moynahan Castle?”

   “I’ve never heard of it.  No, that’s wrong.  I went to school with Traci Moynahan.  The castle is in New Hampshire on Lake Winnipesaukee. We had a school picnic there,” said Stacy recalling the large stone structure built by the lake by the Moynahan paterfamilias three generations ago.  Stacy recalled she and Michael Kerwin snuck off from the others.  They made out ferociously and she even let him touch her boobs.  The next day he told everyone they had sex.

   “Traci will be there.  She’s one of my special girls,” said Leslie.  “It’s a different kind of fund raiser.  Only men are invited who can afford to donate $10,000 or more.”

    “Wives don’t attend,” said Stacy.

    “They’re told it’s a golfing weekend and for that matter, the men do play a round of golf in the morning and afternoon.  You get to caddy and have sex with them.  In the afternoon, there’s a paint ball hunt,” said Leslie.

    “Sounds like fun, I’ve never shot a paint ball gun,” said Stacy.

    “You’re the hunted, not the hunter.  The men working in pairs hunt the girls,” said Leslie.

    “And what does the hunters do with their kill,” asked Stacy starting to understand Leslie’s gala was much different from her past experiences?

    “They tie you to a tree and fuck you.  It’s very primitive, animalistic sex.  You’ll love it.  Once the hunt is over, we have a sumptuous feast back at the castle.  It has a medieval theme.  You made be pulled under the table for a quick one between courses.”

     “It is definitely not your usual fund raising event,” said Stacy.

     “There is a serious moment.  I make a brief financial report on Women’s In Harm’s Way describing their good work.  That’s to assuage everybody’s conscience about combining charity with illicit sex.  Afterwards, there is a non-stop orgy that only ends when there is not a cock left standing.”

    “Ten thousand dollars seems like a lot for an afternoon and evening of sex,” said Stacy.

    “It’s tax deductible, for a worthy cause, and most of the time the company or institution writes the check,” said Leslie.

    “It’s certainly unlike either of the three charity galas my mother made me attend,” said Stacy.

    “So please say you will do it,” said Leslie.  “Several of my female friends who have helped out in the past are traveling and cannot attend.  I’m desperate for female flesh.”

    “Is there a chance I could run into someone who knows my family?  I wouldn’t want to be recognized,” said Stacy applying eyeliner.

    “Everyone except for me is on a first name basis only.  These are prominent men, CEOs, bankers, financiers, college presidents, etc.  They wouldn’t say a word if they did recognize you.  And you must be equally discreet.”

    “All right, I’ll come and come,” said Stacy checking her makeup in the mirror.

    “Terrific, You don’t happen to know of anyone else who could help.  Last year was the first year for this event and I had twenty-six paying attendees. This year the word has spread and I’m up to forty-three but I’m expecting as many as two dozen more.  We even have a Japanese automobile executive and his senior staff flying in from Murfreesboro, Tennessee,” said Leslie.

    “My roommate is a possibility,” said Stacy.

    “Is she pretty, good figure,” asked Leslie?

    “Very attractive and a terrific figure but she is into the Goth thing, lots of tattoos and piercing,” said Stacy.  “Her labia have rings.”

    “Sounds exotic, that could be very appealing to men tired of busty California blondes.  Does she have any sexual hang-ups?  No one wears a condom.  All sex is bareback.  And she should expect penetration in all three orifices,” said Leslie.

    “Portia has no hang ups.  I have her picture in my wallet if you would like to see it,” said Stacy reaching for her purse.

    “She is hot.  Is she into girls at all?” asked Leslie looking at Portia’s photo.

    “Yes, she and I have great sex,” said Stacy.  “She gives the best head at Harvard and given the number of pussy eating dykes enrolled in the college, that’s saying something.”

    “I’m considering doing a similar thing in the spring for lesbians.  You’d be surprised how many female CEO’s are strictly into women.  But let’s hold that for now.  I’ll give you two information packets.  If Portia is interested, email me. ”

Chapter 36 Mariposa’s

    “Are you sure you’re up for this,” asked Portia as she and Stacy approached the entrance to Mariposa’s, a lesbian nightclub located on a side street just off Harvard Square.  It was an unusually warm spring evening and the square was busy for a Sunday night.

    “I’m good,” said Stacy.  “My orifices have fully recovered from Ellis’ awesome cock-pounding.  I’m looking forward to a quiet evening of munching pussy.”

    “Your female plumbing has amazing powers of recuperation.  But consider yourself warned.  Tonight may be anything but quiet,” said Portia recalling how last night Stacy had walked in bow legged and sore from her encounter with Ellis Trabert.  She had applied a soothing ointment to Stacy’s inflamed and over stretched vulva and anus.  The next morning Stacy had surprised her by agreeing to meet Esther Wolfenson and Natasha Schransky, another El Al stewardess at the club.

    “Have you been here before,” asked Stacy?

    “No, but its supposed to be rather trendy and upscale, nothing like Vixens,” said Portia referring to the better-known lesbian leather bar located across the Charles River in Boston’s Kendall Square.  Vixens had a well-deserved reputation for bar fights and back room rapes of innocent young femmes and lipstick lesbians.

    “I’ve never been to Vixens either.  Does it deserve its reputation?”

    “I’ve only been once.  I took my sister there when she came to see me last fall.  She had a great time but she’s a combat Marine.  I’d say it merits its reputation as the toughest dyke bar on the East Coast outside of New York.”

    “So what was it like?”

    “It’s full of hard core man-hating butch femme; picture this.  The oak bar has a medical specimen jar on each end.  One contains a single set of severed cock and balls floating in formaldehyde.  They’re absolutely enormous,” said Portia using her hands to illustrate the length.

    “Perhaps one of Ellis Trabert’s relatives, what’s in the other?”

    “It’s packed with tiny sets of severed male parts.  They must be hundreds of little testicles and penises.  Some diesel must have chopped off the privates of several Boy Scout troops.  Leather dykes auto-orgasm the first time they see castration remains.”

    “God, I wonder where they bought something like that,” asked Stacy?’

   “eBay probably, they sell everything under the sun.  Preserved body parts are in demand especially with people who watch the 24/7 media all the time.”

    “How macabre? We have to go there sometime,” said Stacy.

    “Not a good idea, the boyz will take you in the back room and double fist you until the sun comes up.  You’ll shit funny for a month,” said Portia.

     “What exactly are boyz?” asked Stacy having heard the term before and unsure what it meant?

     “Lesbians so committed to the lifestyle they have their breasts surgically removed thereby avoiding any possibility of breast cancer.  I suppose it’s a way of making a statement,” said Portia.  “No tit means you are just as much a man as the next girl.”

     “That’s too extreme for me,” said Stacy looking shocked while pulling Portia close for an affectionate hug.  “I like sex with girls in general and you in particular but it doesn’t make me want to put my boobs in a paper cutter and pull the handle.”

    “Ouch, what a horrible thought, trust me there will be a few boyz here tonight and they will be aggressive,” said Portia protectively putting her arm over her breasts.

    “How would a boyz at Mariposa’s act different from one at Vixen’s,” asked Stacy?

    “A Mariposa boyz will ask if you would like to be fisted and if you say yes, gently work their hand inside finger by finger until their fist is in your hole.”

    “And a Vixen boyz?”

    “She won’t ask.   She and her fellow boyz will rip your clothes off and slap you bloody.  Some of the more vicious boyz like to break a femme’s nose for starters and use the blood as lubricant.  They’ll hold you down and take turns forcing their doubled up fist into your vagina while you scream your lungs out,” said Portia.

    “You saw them do that to someone,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, a pair of Tuft’s coeds wandered into Vixens thinking it was just another girl bar.  The crowd was drunk and mean. As it turned out, my sister Connie was the first to make a move on them.  When they politely refused her offer to buy them a beer, it became time to teach the bitches who was their momma.   They took them in the back room and I followed.”

    “Lesbian rape, a favorite male fantasy, seems odd in a way,” mused Stacy.

    “Thank God, someone applied lube to this little redhead’s vagina or Connie might have ruptured something.  She didn’t wear gloves; just made a fist and pushed.  It was like reverse child birth.”

    “You can really force your closed fist into a woman’s vagina,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, if you’re a ripped Marine like Connie and you don’t mind listening to ear splitting screams,” said Portia.

    “That’s one of your more interesting stories. I may try fisting tonight but the Mariposa version. We’re here,” said Stacy observing the building number above the door.  There was no other signage.  

    “Did Esther mention what part of Russia Natasha was from,” asked Portia as they stepped into the club doorway?

    “St. Petersburg, but her family immigrated to Israel when she was fourteen,” said Stacy pressing the button as she looked directly at the security camera.  She opened the door immediately when the electric lock buzzed.  They stepped inside a small security alcove.

    They found themselves facing a tall powerfully built woman dressed in a tuxedo and carrying a metal detecting wand.  There was a pink carnation in her lapel. A plastic badge clipped to her breast pocket read, “Security”.  In spite of the flower in her lapel, her size and demeanor gave the impression she wouldn’t tolerate any nonsense.

    “Identification, please,” asked Security prompting Stacy and Portia to hand over their driver’s licenses.

    “Hold your arms out straight, please,” said Security to Stacy once she confirmed they met the age requirement.

    Stacy did as she was instructed, remaining quiet as the tone of the wand rose when it passed over her jewelry.

    “You’re clean.  Raise your skirt, please,” said Security once the search for weapons was complete.

     “What,” asked Stacy uncertain she had heard right?

     “It’s Commando Night, third Sunday of the month,” said Security using the wand to point toward a sign above the cashier’s booth that not only announced it was the third Sunday but also the ten dollar cover.

     “I didn’t know it was Commando night,” said Stacy raising her mid thigh, pleated skirt to reveal her underpants.  She’d chosen the skirt because it was a thin shimmering material that flared out when she danced.

     “Sorry but they got to go if you want inside.  Only commandos get in tonight,” said Security.

     “Sorry,  should have checked their WEB site, Stacy,” said Portia lifting her skirt to grab the waistband of her underpants and push them down.

    “No problem,” said Stacy stepping out of her cream-colored sheer lace panty and handing it to Security.  Stacy attributed the spot of wetness in the crotch to Portia’s account of her night at Vixen’s.

    “I’ll see you get these back,” said Security taking both panty in one hand then placing them at her nostrils and inhaling deeply before commenting, “One of the few perks of the job.”

    Portia and Stacy watched slightly amazed as Security placed their panty in clear plastic food storage bags after neatly printing their names with a felt tip pen.  Next, she opened a file drawer and placed the bags in an alphabetized folder.

    Stacy insisted on paying both cover charges as the detecting wand sensed Portia’s piercings.  Portia, eager to demonstrate her sang-froid and thinking it would be fun to tease Security widened her stance and stood quietly waiting for the inevitable exchange.

    You must have fun getting through airport security,” said Security reaching her hand inside Portia’s shirt to fondle her nipple.  As she gave a gentle tug to the gold circle, Portia quietly moaned.

   “Oh God, body searches really turn me on.  On my last flight, the screener was so thorough I climaxed during the cavity search,” said Portia pressing her breasts against Security’s hand.  “She said I wasn’t the first to get off while she was making sure I didn’t have a box cutter in my box.”

   “Working the door is what I like best about this job,” said Security moving the wand to Portia’s crotch where it sounded a loud squeal.

   “Please be extra thorough,” said Portia raising her skirt to her waist and holding it there.    

   “Nice set of rings,” said Security kneeling on one knee to closely inspect her labia

    “Go ahead.  You’re getting me super horny.  Will it be crowded tonight,” asked Portia as Security examined the ring in her clitoris to confirm it wasn’t a grenade pin?

    “Packed, weather’s good and tomorrow is a Monday holiday.  Plus we always get a good turnout on Commando Night,” said Security placing two fingers at the entrance to Portia’s vagina and pressing slightly.  “I have to make sure you’re not concealing something.”

     “Keep it up and you’ll make me come,” said Portia pressing her sex against Security’s hand forcing her fingers deeper.  Portia widened her stance further, tightened her buttocks and rotated her pelvis while contracting her pelvic floor thereby informing Security her touch was most welcome.

     “That’s the idea.  I’d like to buy you a drink when I get my break.  That is if your partner doesn’t mind,” said Security rubbing the moistened pads of her fingers across Portia’s clitoris.

     “I don’t mind; but we are meeting a couple of friends,” said Stacy.

     “Well, here’s my number for later, I’m Marcia,” said Marcia handing Portia a small card she removed from the inside pocket of her jacket.

     “Thanks, Marcia, I’m Portia and this is Stacy, but you already know that from checking our Ids,” said Portia before kissing Marcia on the lips.  The two embraced with Marcia’s hand firmly pressed against Portia’s bare sex.  Portia jumped up wrapping her legs around Marcia whose one handed crotch hold easily supported her.  The two females engaged in some serious snogging.

    “For Christ’s sake, Marcia, fuck the bitch later,” said the Cashier.  “There’s someone waiting outside.  I’ve got to let them in.”

     The door buzzer sounded, interrupting what was becoming a heated lesbian encounter.  Marcia reluctantly removed her hand from Portia’s crotch returning her to standing.  Four laughing young females obviously a little drunk, slipped inside the heavy metal door.

    “Oh, let me smell her, Marcia, please,” said one of the four grabbing Marcia’s hand and bringing it to her nose.  Marcia laughed allowing each of the four to smell Portia’s sex.

    “Eau de slut,” laughed one of her friends, as she smelled Marcia’s fingers.  “She smells nasty. Hey, nasty girl, I want to eat your pussy.”

     “Maybe later,” said Portia following Stacy into the club.

      “You too, blonde girl friend, can I be your bitch?  I can touch the tip of my nose with my tongue,” shouted one of the other girls at Stacy?

     “We’ll see,” said Stacy being non-committal but starting to realize the night was going to be more sexually active than she anticipated. Looking back she saw the girl demonstrating she could easily reach her nose with the tip of her tongue.

     “Quiet down.  If you dykes cause any commotion tonight, I’ll kick your butts out of here,” said Marcia.

     “We’ll be good.  Search me like you did the nasty girl,” said one of the girls turning around and bending at the waist in a wide legged stance making her panty less sex both visible and available. Forked fingers parted her labia as her index finger opened her vagina.

     “You four squat and spread.  I need to make sure you’re not carrying a concealed weapon,” said Marcia stepping forward to insert two fingers into the offered orifices.

     “Don’t forget to check my brownie,” said one of the girls.

     When Stacy glanced over her shoulder she saw the other three had imitated their friend.  Marcia was using both hands to finger fuck two pussies at the same time.  Her thumb was pressing against their sphincters.  The thought occurred to Stacy that if one girl brought a case of gonorrhea into the club tonight, they’d all be lining up for a shot next week.

     “This may turn out to be a very interesting evening.  You made a conquest before we even got inside,” said Stacy looking around trying to locate Esther in the crowd.

     “Couldn’t help it.  Marcia’s nose detected I have entered my spring rut.  Bull dykes can smell a pussy in rut a mile away.  She took advantage of my need to breed,” said Portia.

     “There they are,” said Stacy spotting Esther and friend at a table near the dance floor.

     A few minutes later, the introductions had been made and a round of drinks delivered by the mannishly dressed waitress.  The foursome was seated together their bare legs touching.  Natasha immediately established her intentions by hooking her leg over Portia’s separating them then reaching up her skirt to feel her sex where she made a discovery.

     “Rings, I love pussy rings and you’re so nice and wet, already,” said Natasha after sliding her hand up to Portia’s crotch and carefully feeling her hardware.  “I would be ringed but the airline won’t allow it.”

     “You’re the second person tonight to express interest in Portia’s labial hardware,” said Stacy.  “I can say from experience they add a lot to going down on her.”

     “Who was the first,” asked Esther?  “I thought you just got here.”

     “Marcia, the large femme working security at the entrance,” said Portia.  “She performed a cavity search.  That’s why I’m wet.”

     “I thought she was going down on Portia right then and there,” said Stacy.  “It was lust at first sight.”

     “I’m jealous already.  Portia, isn’t that a Slav name?  You know the Goths who sacked Rome were all Russians,” said Natasha draping her long slender arm over Portia’s shoulder to pull her closer.  Natasha was tall, slightly over six feet and thin as a run way model.  She was strikingly beautiful and appeared to have an immediate attraction to the shorter and different looking Portia.

    “Yes, that’s true,” said Portia not wanting to take the time to explain that the Visigoths who breached Rome’s walls and pillaged the city had absolutely nothing to do with the kids who dressed in black, dyed their hair odd colors, had multiple piercings and tattoos and wore white make-up.  Portia quickly concluded Natasha unlike Stacy was not as smart as she was beautiful.

    “I always come here to party,” said Esther looking around at the crowd.  “The girls are so young and sexy especially you.” Esther ended the remark by kissing Stacy.  Stacy returned the kiss.

    The club was quickly filling up.  Stacy was surprised at the lewdness on display.  Several of the patrons were already dancing topless.  Others were raising their skirts to expose their sex to their partners. Intense groping was occurring everywhere.  The eroticism and sexual energy exceeded anything Stacy had ever encountered in a normal club.

    School and life in general had been a grind the last few weeks.  Stacy’s dealing with Mike and the Posse plus the Olympic trials and Portia’s intense preparation for a major classical competition had left both in need of a night on the town.  But it was something they hadn’t realized until that moment.

    “Let’s do shots and get loosened up,” said Portia signaling for the waitress to return.

    “Order two each, I want to get wild and have fun,” said Stacy placing her hand on Esther’s inner thigh and squeezing it gently.

    “I have to warn you I lose control when I drink,” said Natasha.

    “One time in Paris, Natasha got so drunk, these Algerian girls took her in the back room and made her eat pussy until she passed out,” said Esther spreading her legs to allow Stacy’s hand to reach her sex.

    “Algerians love to have their ass eaten too.  They’re so anal and you wouldn’t believe how hairy they are.  Nobody shaves their cunt in Algiers,” said Natasha matter of factly.

    Stacy took a moment to take in her surroundings.  It was her first visit to a gay nightclub.  The crowd was a good mix of lesbian types.  The local colleges were well represented by femmes in their twenties dressed in shorter skirts that displayed slender bronzed legs kept in shape by daily runs along the banks of the Charles River.  At the bar, watching the dance floor and eyeing the coeds hungrily were the older women.  Lawyers, doctors, professors and business executives were dressed in expensive designer clothes.  There were also a small number of butch types with cropped hair and a decidedly masculine look.

    “The women at the bar remind me of predators on the Serengeti,” said Stacy noticing that several were looking at her table.

    “I had an affair with an older married woman last year,” said Esther feeling mellow and talkative due to the tequila and Stacy’s slow stroking of her sex.

    “What was it like,” asked Stacy as she slipped a finger into Esther’s opening twisting it to stimulate the nerve endings?

    “Having a new mother, except she wanted to make love all the time.  She bought me this,” said Esther holding up her wrist to display a jewel encrusted Concord watch.

    “Very elegant,” said Stacy wondering if Esther’s desire for expensive baubles was what led her to smuggle Ecstasy for Mike Cabreeze.

    “It’s beautiful,” said Portia looking at the watch while spreading her legs wider then placing her hand on the back of Natasha’s pressing it hard against her pussy as she closed her legs squeezing Natasha’s hand.

    “You little slut.  Are all Goth’s so eager,” asked Natasha working her fingers past the slippery entrance?

    “This one certainly is,” said Portia contracting her sex around Natasha’s long delicate fingers.

    “I felt like a prostitute for accepting it but I felt I earned it.  Her husband found out about us and threatened to kill me.  He was a rabbi,” said Esther slipping her hand up Stacy’s shirt to take hold of her braless breast.

    “I am so horny.  Maybe we should have skipped the club and gone to our place and screwed,” said Stacy reacting to Esther’s fingers pinching her nipple.

     “I thought you wanted to dance,” said Portia.

     “I do.  I want to dance and make love until I can’t come any more,” said Stacy.

     “Oh, I almost forgot.  I have some Ecstasy,” said Esther reaching in her purse to extract a small phial of white pills.

     “Always wanted to try E,” said Portia reaching out her palm.

     “Why not?  I won’t be drug tested for six months,” said Stacy taking two of the pills.

    “Everyone remember to drink plenty of water.  E dehydrates you,” said Portia raising her shot glass.

    “We do it together,” said Natasha popping the pills in her mouth then raising her shot of tequila.

    “Nastrovia,” said Portia tossing down the shot.

    “Let’s grind,” said Stacy pulling Esther upright to lead her toward the dance floor.          

    The floor was crowded when Esther and Stacy got up to dance.  Portia and Natasha stayed at the table engaged in a torrid make out session.  Both girls’ short skirts were hiked up to their waists.  Natasha raised Portia’s cotton shirt then aggressively attacked her nipples with her mouth.  The presence of Natasha’s hand stroking and invading her vagina along with the erotic pain of having her ringed nipples sucked with a degree of animal ferocity quickly aroused Portia bringing her to the edge of an orgasm.

     “I want you to come.  I eat you first,” said Natasha slipping off the chair onto the floor taking a position between Portia’s legs.

    Natasha is certainly uninhibited thought Portia sipping her drink.  But she’s not the only woman giving head right out where everyone can see.   Other women had slipped under the small cocktail tables to perform orally.

    “How’s she doing,” asked a California blonde who was standing nearby?  The woman stepped closer and leaned down to get a better look.

    “She’s from St. Petersburg.  She’s showing me how Russians eat pussy,” answered an already slightly inebriated Portia.

    “I’m Kathy.  Mind if I join you,” asked Kathy? Not waiting for an answer she stepped up on the cushion facing Portia.  Straddling her she raised her skirt to expose her clean-shaven sex.  “Eat me, bitch, while your bitch eats you.”

    The command, “Eat me, bitch” was one Portia was going to hear often before the night was over.  Portia parted Kathy’s sex with her thumbs as she brought her mouth into contact with the warm flesh.  She immediately observed she was not the first to perform orally on Kathy that evening.  Makeup, saliva, and glandular secretions blended into a perfume any experienced oral lover of the female sex would recognize.  Portia found the scent more intoxicating than the most expensive fragrances from Paris.  Her olfactory nerve notified the brain that in turn routed the message to her Bartholin glands.  They reacted by increasing the flow of their secretions.  The viscous liquid found its way to Natasha’s tongue elevating her lust and encouraging her to increase the depth her delicately tapered fingers were thrusting into Portia’s vagina.

    Standing straddle of Portia, Kathy congratulated herself on selecting the pretty Goth girl to eat her pussy.   Her first choice, the curly haired Italian dyke, had proven nowhere near as skilled.  Seeking to maximize her lust, Kathy lifted her shirt to expose her breasts.  A firm believer self-induced breast torture made for good sex, Kathy’s thumb and forefinger grasped each tiny peak pulling it outward while twisting her wrist in one direction and then the other.  A loud hiss of pain accompanied the angling of the fingertip to bring the sharp edge of the afternoon’s expensive French manicure to bear.  The knife like edge bisected the soft tissue creating a dual sensation of pain and pleasure.  Kathy’s body unable to ignore such exquisite sensation forced the lungs to empty post haste.  Rapidly moving air past parted lips created a hissing sound loud enough to be heard by those nearby.

    The presence of Natasha’s finger in her anus encouraged Portia to determine whether Kathy would welcome similar penetration.  She dipped her first two fingers of her left hand into the warm wet well of life coating them thoroughly.  Slowly they traveled back toward the orifice whose violation not all welcomed.  A non-verbal answer arrived quickly.  Kathy rotated her pelvis forward closing the distance bringing Portia’s digits in direct contact with the wrinkled flesh. Kathy unwilling to rely on such subtlety leaned down to kiss Portia passionately before whispering in her ear, “Put your fingers in my shit hole.  Show me what an ass whore you are.”

    Portia, whether from lust, the Ecstasy and tequila, her need for temporary relief from stress, or a combination of all, embraced the realm of her senses and gave herself completely to it.

    The three females formed a totem of erotic pleasure that began at Kathy’s nipples and ended inside Natasha’s finger filled vagina. It was not long before the three experienced the first of many of the night’s climaxes.        

***

   

    “I’ve got to have you now.  I want you to get me off,” said Stacy taking Esther’s hand and leading her toward the back of the club.  Grinding her sex against the top of Esther’s bare thigh had a predictable effect on Stacy.  After several songs including one slow sensuous rumba, Stacy’s inflamed body demanded sex that would lead to her climax.

    In spite of the fact Esther was the older and more experienced female, Stacy felt the desire to dominate her and somehow she sensed that was what Esther wanted.  Maybe it was the way Esther offered her body as they danced, taking positions that allowed Stacy to bring her sex in contact with different parts of her anatomy.

    Stacy had begun to realize something basic in her was evolving.  When she was with Mike, she submitted to his will but with others she felt the need to be dominant.  “The mate of the alpha wolf becomes the female alpha of the pack,” was how Portia explained the change.  “The other females give way to the alpha male’s bitch.  That’s why I’m your bitch.”

    “You are my dear friend and lover, Portia.  I would never think of you as anything else,” said Stacy firmly.

    However, Stacy found herself turned on by the idea of dominating Esther who turned out to be an excellent dancer.  They made a striking pair as they danced in the middle of the too crowded dance floor.  They touched and teased one another as the music switched between salsa, meringue, cha- cha, and rumba.  Their bolero was electric and others quit dancing to watch forming a circle around the two.  It was warm on the dance floor and the smell of female sweat and musk filled the air.

    They raised their shirts to bare their breasts during a slow rumba. The sensation of touching their nipples proved intensely erotic. During faster dances, other dancers joined them and Stacy slid her wet sex up the top of girls’ thighs she had never met.   Even in the dim light, she could see the silvery sheen of her fluids as she molded her labia over firm muscle.  Slow dances were spent wrapped in Esther’s arms passionately kissing, placing their hands on each other’s buttocks pressing their sexes together in wild desperation.   Stacy’s lust built until it was out of control.

    Earlier Stacy had noticed couples entering and leaving a small archway in the back of the club.  “What’s back there, Esther,” asked Stacy gesturing toward the darkened doorway?

    “The back room, we can go in there and have sex.  There are cushions and ottomans,” said an aroused Esther.

    The room was far enough from the dance floor the music was muffled.  It was so dark Stacy had no idea of the size of the room or how many people were present.  Even after Stacy’s exceptional vision had adjusted to the lack of light, she could only make out the dim outlines of bodies pressed up against the wall or kneeling on the floor.  Soft shapeless chairs and couches occupied the center of the room.  Moans and the sounds of mouths performing oral sex surrounded Stacy.

    Stacy’s leg bumped against an unoccupied ottoman.  Stacy sat down pulling Esther into a kneeling position between her legs.

    “I want to be your bitch,” said Esther placing her hands on Stacy’s bare knees and bowing her head in submission.

    “You are my bitch.  Here, taste my pussy,” said Stacy placing her fingers in her vagina then between Esther’s lips.  Esther took them into her mouth and sucked hungrily.

    “You taste so good,” said Esther.

    Stacy raised her hips slightly as she hiked up her skirt.  Placing her hands on the side of Esther’s head she forced the woman’s face to her sex.

    “Eat me, bitch, and don’t neglect my butthole,” said Stacy turning Esther’s head from side to side as she forced it between her labia.  “Smear my pussy all over your face.”

    Stacy changed positions lying back on the ottoman enjoying Esther’s experienced and busy tongue moving from her clitoris to her anus.  It took only minutes for Stacy to climax.   Stacy controlled her breath Tantric style to maintain her orgasm for as long as she could before finally collapsing back onto the ottoman.

    “Switch, I want to eat my slut’s cunt,” said Stacy once her orgasm subsided.  She placed her hands on Esther’s hips lifting her to a seated position.  Stacy sensed Esther preferred a sexual partner who took charge and controlled the flow of events.

    “I’m so wet,” moaned Esther.

    The heavy volume of fluids oozing from Esther’s sex caused Stacy to agree. “My bitch’s cunt is flowing cause she’s a wanton whore.”  Stacy’s probing tongue and fingers captured puddles of Esther’s essence she savored for a few seconds before swallowing.

   Esther’s climax was accompanied by loud stream of Hebrew expletives.  Stacy worked to prolong her orgasm; twisting her index finger in Esther’s anus as the fingers of her other hand rubbed the G-spot.

    “That was incredible,” said Esther once her climax subsided.  Stacy climbed up on the ottoman and took Esther in her arms.  They lay side by side gently kissing.

    “Are you the Jew bitch that just got off,” asked someone standing close by?  Stacy could see the outline of a very large person towering over them.

    “I’m an Israeli,” said Esther.

    “I’m from the US.  My friend is Jewish but I’m not.  So what?” asked Stacy angry at the impolite question.

    “Don’t get you pussy in an uproar, sweetheart.  I was born in Tel Aviv but I live here now.  You two lipstick lesbians lay there and let Sarah take care of you.” Sarah knelt down on the floor.  She took a long lick of both girls’ vulva.   “Juicy, just like I like them.”

    “Are you up for this,” asked Stacy to Esther?

    “Sure, why not,” answered Esther.  “Let her do the both of us.”

    “Go ahead, Sarah, show us what you can do,” said Stacy as she and Esther crunched up to embrace Sarah and kiss her.  Even in the dark, Stacy could tell Sarah was a large woman with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms.  It was when Stacy lifted her shirt that she made a discovery.  Instead of breasts there were thin ridges of scar tissue covering ripped pectorals.  Surprised, Stacy halted for a moment.

     “No boobs, I had them chopped,” said Sarah.  “Turn you off?”

     “No, not at all, but its my first time with a boyz,” said Stacy recalling Portia’s explanation.  “I’m a little curious.”

     “Me too, it feels nice and hard.  I like it,” said Esther reaching between Sarah’s legs to feel her warm sex. “You have a chest like a man but a nice warm cunt.” Esther took the small hard nipple in her mouth and sucked it.  Stacy began sucking on the other one.

     “That’s cause I fuck pretty girls like a man would, except I don’t have a cock: but I do have nice slender hands,” said Sarah.  “Lay back.  I’ll fist both of you.”

     It’s a week of having big things in my orifices thought Stacy as she along with Esther reclined on the couch and resumed kissing.  Its seems odd I’m willing to allow a complete stranger to put her hand in my vagina.  Maybe it’s the Ecstasy.  I read where it makes you super friendly.

    Stacy and Esther watched as Sarah opened a sterile package of surgical gloves.”

    “Blow for luck,” said Sarah holding the base of the glove toward Esther.  Esther blew in the glow inflating it.  Sarah slipped the glove on then offered the other glove to Stacy.  “Blow”

   The odd ritual complete, Esther and Stacy returned to kissing as Sarah prepared to fist fuck them.

    “What’s that, Sarah,” asked Stacy feeling something soft slide in her vagina?

    “The greatest advance in the technology of fist fucking since the introduction of petroleum jelly.  It’s a eight ounce stick of Crisco, a hydrogenated shortening made with vegetable oil,” said Sarah sliding a second stick in Stacy’s vagina before inserting two sticks in Esther.

    “Have you ever been fisted before, asked Esther?

    “No, have you,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, it fun once you get used to having something that big inside you.  Just try to relax.”

    “Need any help, Sarah,” said another voice standing beside Sarah?

    “Sure, Liz, I only got two hands and there’s four holes.  You do the Jew girl.”

    “Which one’s the Jewess?” asked Liz.

     “Esther, tell Liz in Hebrew you want her to stick her fist in your Jew pussy and ass,” said Sarah.

     Esther broke into a long Hebrew sentence.  The only word Stacy recognized was Liz.

     “Jew girls make the hottest lesbians,” said Liz pushing three fingers in Esther’s vagina.  “Give me a couple of sticks of ass grease, Sarah.”

     “You’re right. We do,” said Esther exhaling to relax her sex for what was coming.

     “I saw you two on the dance floor.  You were hot.  As soon as you headed to the back room I followed,” said Sarah.  “After you got each other off I knew you’d be ready for me.”

     “Are you a boyz, too,” asked Stacy rising to reach toward Liz’s chest.  Stacy found something terribly erotic about the idea of undergoing a dual mastectomy to confirm your commitment to lesbianism.   Its irreversible nature fascinated her.

     “Yeah, want to feel my scars,” said Liz taking Stacy’s hand and guiding it toward her bare chest.

     “Liz had her tits chopped two month ago.  The incisions are still healing.”

     “I can feel them,” said Stacy using her tongue to trace the rough incision scar underneath the nipple.

     “Go ahead and lick them all you want. Some dykes are into surgical scars.  Are you one of those?”

     “Scars are beautiful,” said Stacy moaning in erotic pleasure as she passed her mouth over both scars.  Her tongue sensed the small holes left by the sutures.

    “You’re out on the edge for a femme,” said Sarah inserting a stick of shortening in Stacy’s anus then forcing it inside.

    “It feels cold,” said Stacy reacting to the presence in her rectum of an object decidedly below room temperature.

    “It is.  I modify the sticks I use for the butthole. I form one end into the shape of a bullet then freeze them.  You can’t push a soft stick of shortening past a tight sphincter unless you use a speculum.  I carry a cold pack to keep them firm until I’m ready to put them where they’ll do the most good.”

    “I love having my ass filled with cold Crisco,” said Esther reacting to the invasion of her anal cavity.

   “Your body heat warms the sticks in a minute or less.  I can feel the cold in your ass through the wall of your pussy,” said Sarah pressing the pads of the two fingers in Stacy’s vagina against the bottom tissue. Sarah’s mouthparts were aggressively attacking Stacy’s vulva.  Her teeth tugged and twisted her labia.  She sucked painfully hard on Stacy’s clit.

    “You should write a how to article for Cosmopolitan describing your fisting techniques,” said Stacy.

     “Learned all I know from a diesel dyke named Rhonda Towers,” said Sarah inserting a second stick of frozen shortening in Stacy’s rectum.

     “And Sarah taught me,” said Liz adding a second stick to Esther’s anal cavity.

     “Relax and enjoy.  Play with your clit while I open you up,” said Sarah adding a third finger to the inside of Stacy’s vagina as she inserted a finger in Stacy’s ass causing her to sound a loud moan.  Stacy licked the tip of two fingers then reached down to rub her clitoris with a circular motion.

    “Bad pussy, bad pussy,” said Stacy spanking her clit hard with an open palm.

    “You are one hot piece,” said Sarah listening to the sound of Stacy’s hand impacting her flesh.  “We’re going to get along fine.”  Sarah added a fourth finger to the three inside Stacy’s vagina pushing hard to cause her entrance to relax and expand.

    Esther moaned a Hebrew phrase as Liz rotated the three fingers in her rectum.  From somewhere in the dark, a woman responded with a high-pitched moan in a different language.  Esther replied in the woman’s language.

   “Mandarin,” whispered Esther to Stacy preempting her question.

   “You speak Mandarin,” asked Stacy?

   “Not fluently, I used to fly to Beijing.  Do you speak any foreign languages?”

   “Only Spanish, this is wild,” said Stacy taking a deep breath as Sarah pressed four fingers inside her vagina.  Sarah tapped her fingertips against the wall of the vagina and rectum creating a drumming sensation.

   “You doing all right, beautiful,” asked Sarah?

   “Yes, its wonderful.  I love it,” said Stacy adjusting the tilt of her pelvis.

   “I’m in all but the thumb,” said Sarah twisting her hand from side to side.

   “I want it all,” said Stacy reacting to her growing need to feel filled to the point of bursting.

    “You got all five,” said Sarah after slowly wedging the tip of her thumb inside then moving it forward past the first knuckle.

    “I’m five inside too,” said Liz.  “You ready for the rest?”

    “Do it,” said Esther rhythmically contracting and relaxing her opening.

    “Do me at the same time,” said Stacy aware that Sarah’s fingers and thumb were inside her up to the third knuckle.  Stacy reached one hand out to grasp Esther’s nipple pinching it hard.  Esther immediately did the same to her breast.

    “Here goes,” said Sarah applying considerable forward pressure as she twisted her hand.

    “Oh God, I love it,” said Stacy spanking her clit hard as she felt Sarah’s hand painfully pass inside her.  There was a slight sense of relief as her opening closed around the narrower wrist.  Stacy took a moment to absorb the sensation of having a hand in her.

    “It’s a wonderful feeling.  Isn’t it,” asked Esther?

    “Yes, it’s divine.  It’s almost ethereal,” said Stacy relaxing as Sarah barely moved her hand creating waves of a never experienced form of pleasure.

    “Ready for the other hole,” asked Sarah?

    “Yes, let’s do the double,” said Stacy.

    “It’s really amazing when both hands are in your body,” said Ester.

    “This hurts so good.  I’m in heaven and hell at the same time,” said Stacy as Sarah added fingers to those already past her sphincter.

     “The fist in your butt feels different from the one in your vagina,” said Esther.

     “Inhale, hold it for a five seconds then a slow exhale,” said Sarah adding her thumb to the digits stretching Stacy’s sphincter.

     It took almost a dozen repetitions of the breath cycle before Stacy and Esther’s sphincter closed around the women’s wrists.

     “This is fabulous,” said Stacy excited her orifices each contained a human hand.  Stacy turned her head toward Esther and spoke.  “I’m glad we could share this experience together, Esther.  This is special.”

    “Ready for the plow,” asked Sarah?

    “Yes, plow me,” said Stacy having no idea what she had just agreed to.

    Sarah slowly formed her gloved hands into fists.  “Are you sure you’re ready, Stacy?”

    “Yes, oh hell yes, I love it,” said Stacy.

     Sarah and Liz began a slow back and forth alternating movement.  Stacy felt the onset of a powerful climax as the fist inside her vagina reached her cervix while the one in her anus teased her sphincter.  Seconds later, the anal fist was several inches into her rectum while its mate was twisting around just inside the vaginal opening.

    “Focus,” whispered Stacy intent on extracting every last drop of sensation from the experience.

    “These girls know how to enjoy it,” said Liz.

    “I’m going deeper this time,” said Sarah forcing her hands well past the wrist.

    Stacy groaned as Sarah’s fist reached the back of her cervix pressing against the side.  She groaned louder when the other fist traveled to her bowels.

    “I’m going to come,” said Esther.

    “Go ahead.  Release everything you got,” said Liz.

    Sarah leaned forward to take Stacy’s clit in her mouth. She sucked with enough force that under difference circumstances it would have been painful.  But Stacy’s senses were so overloaded it didn’t register.  Both she and Esther clung together as they experienced a long loud orgasm.

   “Go ahead and scream, Stacy,” said Sarah as loud cries filled the room.

    The hands were removed only after the orgasm subsided

    “That was amazing, Sarah.  What can I do for you,” asked Stacy when she had recovered enough to speak?

    “69, eat me while you face fuck me with your cunt,” said Sarah.  

    “The same, mount my face and ride for the cavalry,” said Liz.

    The foursome exchanged positions.  Stacy and Esther were on top in the classic sixty-nine position.   Both boyz soon climaxed.  That was followed by a period where the foursome lay together kissing.

     “Back to the dance floor,” said Stacy standing up pulling Esther with her.

Chapter 37 Mistress Scylla

   

    “Mariposa’s, New England’s premier club for women who love women and only women, presents Mistress Scylla in her interpretation of Virgin Blood,” announced the DJ.

    “I’ve heard of Mistress Scylla.  She’s a performance artist,” said Portia looking eagerly toward the small stage where a bright spotlight illuminated a closed curtain.

    Part of the crowd had gathered in front of the stage when the curtain opened to reveal a truly bizarre sight.

    A stunningly beautiful young girl was suspended two feet above the stage floor leaning forward at an angle.  Her position reminded Stacy of a bowsprit on an old sailing ship.  Long golden blonde hair cascaded in ringlets down to the top of her small breasts.  Her skin was white as alabaster and she was completely nude except for the white nylon bands holding her in place.  Her nipples had been darkened to appear as two-quarter size dots.  Her sex was clean-shaven.  Pedestals supported her feet causing her legs to separate in a wide V.  Only the nylon bands kept her from falling forward.  A collective ah arose from the crowd.

    “She’s an angel,” said Natasha referring to the large outstretched white wings that seemed to sprout from the girl’s back.

    “She looks like an angel, too.  She seems very young,” said Portia.

    “She also looks drugged,” said Stacy noting the vacuous stare and fully dilated pupils.

     “Given what I’ve heard about Mistress Scylla’s performance art, it’s better for her she is,” said Portia.

     “Why,” asked Esther?

     “I suspect our angel is going to experience some very serious pain,” said Portia.

    “You can see this sort of thing in Prague any day.  A mistress whips a young girl while the women in the audience rip off their clothes and have sex with one another,” said Esther.  “Often it’s a tourist they kidnap off the street.”

    “Great way to spend your European vacation,” said Stacy.  “Still, she looks so angelic and sweet.”

    “She won’t look the same a half hour from now,” said Esther.

    “Virgin Blood, probably a misnomer, I doubt she’s a virgin,” said Stacy.

    “She might belong to one of those abstinence groups on campus.  Virgins are an endangered but not extinct species,” said Portia.

   “How would one of them wind up here,” asked Stacy?

   “Perhaps, not by choice.  Look.  There’s Scylla,” said Portia.  “I’ve never seen her in person but I’ve been to her WEB site.  Not exactly, the all American girl type.”

    Applause erupted as an exotic looking fortyish female dressed in an extremely tight fitting scarlet red business suit arrived on stage.  Her hair was pulled back in a bun tied with a matching scarlet ribbon.  The tight skirt was long but slit high on both sides.  

    Mistress Scylla could use a nose job thought Stacy noting the large and hooked proboscis dominating the woman’s severe face.  

   Walking behind Mistress Scylla was a younger woman carrying an armful of long stem roses.  She was dressed in a tailored suit that matched her Mistress’s.  Mistress Scylla bowed acknowledging the crowd’s prolonged applause.

    “What’s that between the angel’s legs,” whispered Stacy to Portia?

    “God damn, this is really over the top,” said Portia recognizing the odd looking apparatus positioned between the angel’s legs.  It’s construction of clear Plexiglas made it difficult to see.

    “What is it,” asked Natasha her excitement growing.  “The top part is in her vagina.”

    “It’s called a Cherry Popper, or a Cherry Smasher.  In the Texas border towns, they’re called Pussy Augers.  You can buy one on the Internet but they’re illegal in most states,” said Portia using a pair of recently purchased Zweiss opera glasses to look at the stage.  She found them during her last visit to the Goodwill store. It was her answer to having to compete with Stacy’s remarkable eyesight.  Stacy could see far better than a person with normal vision.

    “Holy shit, it’ll rip her apart,” said Stacy.  “The dildo is covered with spines.”

    “They must be latex. They’ll hurt like hell and scrape her raw but they won’t kill her.  I don’t think even Mistress Scylla can get away with murder in front of a crowd,” said Portia.

    “The Nazis used dildos like that on Russian girls during the war.  The Germans captured my Grandmother during the siege of Leningrad.  She said they stuck horrible sharp things in her vagina to make it bleed before they raped her,” said Natasha.  “Simple rape was not good enough for the Wermacht.  Their victims had to be in agony.”

     On stage, Mistress Scylla had donned a pair of scarlet leather gloves and taken a bundle of roses from her assistant.  The roses were taped together at the base in groups of four or five.  The Angel watched uncomprehending as Mistress Scylla took a position slightly to her side then brought her arm back.  She hesitated a moment before bringing her arm and the roses forward in an arc pivoting on her front foot to bring the weight of her upper body behind the blow.

    The sound of the rose stems impacting on bare flesh filled the club.  A shower of rose pedals flew in the air before fluttering to the stage floor.  The angel opened her mouth and a loud scream of agony filled the club.   Instantly, drops of blood appeared on the angel’s breasts where the thorns had punctured her soft flesh.

   “Jesus, that must have hurt,” said Portia watching the Angel writhe in agony.

    Without thinking, Stacy rose slightly to raise her skirt up to her waist.  Her fingers found her sex and she began to masturbate.  Around her, others licked their fingers and applied them to their sex driven by the erotic impact of Mistress Scylla’s performance art.

   “Masturbating during her performances is considered cool,” said Portia.  Her skirt was already at her waist as she removed a squeeze bottle of warming jelly from her purse.  She covered her fingers in the oily substance then handed the bottle to Stacy.

    “Everyone is getting off,” said Stacy squirting the viscous liquid on her fingers before applying it to her sex.

    “Me too,” said Esther taking the bottle from Stacy.

    “Scoot close together.  Then we can touch each other,” said Natasha her bare hips pressing against Portia and Stacy.

   On stage the shower of rose petals punctuated by loud screams continued as the girl strained against her bonds causing the enormous white wings to shake violently.

    “This is so fucking hot,” said Stacy squeezing her exposed nipples with her fingers as she energetically massaged her clit with her other hand.

    It was an amazingly brutal work of performance art whose violence was accentuated by the Angel’s high-pitched screams that seemed to be wrenched from the very soul of the young girl.  Mistress Scylla’s face became covered with tiny drops of blood.  And members of the audience at the edge of the stage stuck their tongues out to participate in the blood feast.

     This is fucking incredible thought Stacy looking around the club where hundreds of females were intently watching the stage as they masturbated.  The bartenders had ceased making drinks.  Many of the patrons had inserted longneck beer bottles in their vaginas when Mistress Scylla appeared.  With eyes laser focused on the stage, they were fucking themselves with the bottles as their forked fingers stroked their clitoris.

    “It’s considered cool to orgasm at the finale,” said Esther.

    The finale came soon enough.  The Angel’s chest was covered in blood. Gravity had drawn the crimson liquid in streams down to her pubic region.  Stacy was forced to admit there was a certain artistic quality to the bloody angel.  Her screams had grown hoarse and weak by the time the assistant handed Mistress Scylla the last of the roses.

     Once those were used up, Mistress Scylla stepped aside to present her result.  The Angel’s head was leaning forward in a faint.  Applause was light.

      “You can’t clap and masturbate at the same time,” observed Portia.

    The DJ queued a drum roll as Mistress Scylla took a position with her hand poised over the red button on the side of the Texas Auger.  When the music ceased, she pressed the button. There was an immediate hum as the spine-covered dildo began to spin then move slowly upward.

    “It spins,” said Stacy feeling incredibly excited at the performance.  She accepted the onset of the orgasm she had been putting off for the last few minutes.

    “What a way to lose your cherry,” said Portia focusing her energy on controlling her orgasm.  She wanted it to last until the performance was done.

    Instantly, the Angel came awake with a start as the dildo penetrated her opening.  Her pain and suffering showed on her tear stained face as the tough spines reached her hymen and shredded it.  Her body trembled violently as the sharp spines bit into the lining of her vagina.

    Stacy focused her eyes on the dildo as it entered the Angel.  Blood splattered the top of the machine.

    “Fuck her to death,” screamed one of the onlookers as the dildo moved upward to reach the Angel’s cervix.

    “Make her ovaries drop out her cunt,” cried an even more bloodthirsty patron.

    Slowly the blood smeared dildo descended.  Once, free of the Angel’s flesh, Mistress Scylla pushed a switch reversing the direction of the spin.

    Once again, the dildo rose and entered the Angel bringing about another burst of loud cries of agony that carried throughout the club.

    Around Stacy, women writhed in orgasm.  The machine halted after the second penetration.  The Angel had fainted.  Mistress Scylla removed a small catch glass from the base of the Texas Pussy Auger.  It contained the Angel’s blood drawn by gravity into a crystal goblet.

    “The blood of virgins is said to have restorative powers,” said Natasha watching intently as Mistress Scylla raised the glass to her lips and drank.

   Immediately the curtain closed leaving Mistress Scylla alone on the stage.   The patrons stood up and clapped wildly.  Mistress Scylla smiled through blood stained teeth at her audience.

   The DJ inserted a CD and selected a cut containing the hottest dance tune making the club circuit at the time.  But few women took to the dance floor as the crowd incredibly turned on by the performance reached for the nearest warm body.  Stacy found herself in a pile of near naked females having sex with whomever she encountered.      

***

   

    It was three AM when a totally fucked out Stacy and the others left the club for the short walk back to the parking garage.  Dancing and uninhibited sex had counteracted the alcohol and drugs.  Stacy and Esther were holding hands as they walked.  The street was empty.  They were passing the alley that ran alongside the club when Stacy heard the almost inaudible sound of a girl softly sobbing and the voices of several men.

    Stacy signaled the others to be silent as she listened.

    “This is our lucky day, Ray,” said a male voice.   “She ain’t a bad piece.  Maybe we should take her back to our place and keep her for a few days.”

    “Shit, nothing in her purse but a couple of twenties,” said a different male voice.

    “Please take it and leave me alone,” said the girl her voice betraying her fear and misery.

    “We’re not finished with you.  We’ve only fucked you once,” said a third male voice.   “We always do little bitches like you twice, maybe three times if you’re lucky.”

    “She’s a pretty thing, Stan, even if she’s a little bloody,” said Ray.  “Somebody must have been working on her tits with an ice pick.”

    “Bloody or not, I’m going to drop another load in her twat,” said Stan.

    “No,” screamed the girl in a voice Stacy recognized.  The distinct sounds of brutal rape followed immediately.

    “I’m going to help her,” said Stacy reaching into her purse for a can of pepper spray and a small flashlight.  She walked quickly into the dark alley.

    “Got your back,” said Portia following with her flashlight and a metal baton that doubled in length when she pressed a button on the side.

    “What the hell,” said Natasha pushing Esther ahead of her as they followed the other two.

    The scene greeting Stacy was what she expected.  The Angel was lying on top of a pile of green garbage bags behind the rear entrance to Mariposa’s.  Her skirt was gathered at her waist.  They’d pushed her sweater and bra up to expose her badly punctured breasts.   Her lace panty was lying in the curb’s trickle of filthy water.  A man was on top of her cradling her legs.  His pants were down at his ankles.

    “She’s still tight as a tick,” said the man as he brutally pounded his cock into her vagina.

    The Angel was loudly sobbing in pain and humiliation as the man thrust in her.  Two other men were watching their friend enjoy himself.  Both were stroking their exposed cock eager to take their turn raping the Angel.

     “Leave her alone, you bastards,” said Stacy in her most commanding voice.

     “Hey, look what we have here. Come to join the party,” said Ray once he got over the shock of being confronted by four very attractive females.  “What do you think, Earl?  I fancy the blonde with the big titties.”

     “Get the fuck out of here, creeps, and we won’t hurt you,” said Natasha.

     “Where you from, slut, not from around here,” said Earl advancing in Natasha’s direction.

     Stacy raised the can of pepper spray and pressed the button filling Earl’s eyes with the caustic substance.  He immediately fell to the ground screaming and rubbing his eyes.

    “Fix you, bitch,” said Ray quickly stepping toward Stacy his hands up to block the spray.  That gave Portia an opening for a blow to the midsection with her baton.  Ray fell to his knees desperately trying to deal with the pain he felt in his ribs.

     Portia’s second blow to the back of Ray’s neck sent him semi-conscious to the dirty pavement.  Stan had reluctantly ceased his rape of the Angel to help his friends.  But as he got to his feet, Natasha stepped forward to land her fist on the point of his chin.  Esther joined her co-worker landing a hard right to the jaw followed by a combination to his rib cage.  A helpless Stan staged back against the wall unable to block a series of powerful punches coming from two directions.

    “Don’t kill him,” said Stacy watching the pair pummel Stan unmercifully.  She was amazed at the force of their blows.  They were almost lifting him off the ground.

    “We won’t,” said Esther halting as Stan slumped to his knees then toppled forward face forward onto the pavement.  His forehead made a sickening thud as it landed.

    “Can you walk?” asked Portia kneeling beside Angel.

    “I think so,” said Angel extending her arm allowing Portia to help raise her to standing.

    “Let’s go,” said Stacy pulling the Angel’s sweater down over her breasts.

    “Not quite, these three need to pay for what’s they did to her,” said Esther placing the toe of her shoe on one of Stan’s testicles and pressing down with all her weight.  A loud scream filled the night.

     “Rape is not nice,” said Natasha slowly grinding Ray’s testicles into the dirty pavement with the pointed toe of her strap scandals.  Ray opened his mouth to scream them fainted.  “If we were in Russia, I would cut them off and make him eat them.”

     “Your turn,” said Esther kicking Earl in the ribs causing him to roll over.  Esther reached down and grabbed his sizeable manhood in one hand pulling it straight up with all her strength.

   “Don’t hurt me,” begged Earl.  “We were just having some fun with her.”

     “That’s exactly what we are having with you,” said Esther placing the tip of her spiked heel against Earl’s ball then pressing down.  The strength of Earl’s scream caused Stacy to worry they would soon be drawing a crowd.

    “Let’s go before the police arrive,” said Stacy taking Angel by her other hand and starting back toward the entrance to the alley.

    “Just one more,” said Natasha stepping to between Earl’s outstretched legs.  Taking aim, she slammed her spiked heel through his other testicle.  Earl had mercifully fainted and only a loud groan escaped his lips.

    “Are all Israeli women trained to fight,” asked Stacy as they entered the parking garage?

    “Three years in the army, I was a martial arts instructor,” said Natasha.

    “Military service is required regardless of sex.  Only religious students are exempted,” said Esther.  “Women are taught martial arts and self defense.  You can’t rape an Israeli female unless you have a gun.”

    “What are we going to do with her,” asked Natasha referring to the Angel.  They had made it to Stacy’s car.  Natasha and Portia were in the back seat holding the girl.

    “Take her back to our place and check her over.  If she’s badly hurt, take her to the ER.  If she’s not, we have a doctor friend who will examine her,” said Portia.

   “You slut, any excuse to give Doctor Myers a piece of tail,” said Stacy smiling to herself in the dark car.

***

   

    “I really appreciate what you did.  They might have killed me if you hadn’t come along,” said Catherine AKA Angel taking a sip of Chai tea.  The painkillers Doctor Myers had given her had taken effect and she was anxious to describe what happened.

    “We’re glad we could help. But I just wish we got there sooner before they raped you the first time,” said Stacy.

    “Tell us everything, Catherine.  I’ll take notes.  Start from the beginning,” said Portia opening a document file on her notebook’s word processor.  It was late Monday afternoon.  She, along with Stacy and the Angel were seated in the living room enjoying a cup of tea.  Esther and Natasha had left shortly before to get ready for an evening flight to Tel Aviv. The foursome had agreed to get together soon.

    Doctor Myers had examined the Angel and declared her bruised and abraded but basically sound.  His tight schedule had precluded immediate payment but he had promised to bring a friend the following Thursday when he had a rare afternoon off.

    “Bring two friends and we’ll do a group thing,” said Stacy as she showed Doctor Myers to the door.  “Portia and I’ll make a point of being super horny.”

    “Will do,” said Doctor Myers.  “There’s a new intern whose endowment is reputed to be spectacular by several of the nurses and all of the candy strippers.”

    “Sounds exciting,” said Stacy rubbing the impressive bulge in the Doctor’s scrubs before she closed the door.

    “I’m a freshman at Boston College majoring in finance.  My name is Catherine Doucette.  I’m from Baltimore,” said Catherine halting to take another sip of her tea.

    “Forgive me for asking, but are or were you a virgin,” asked Portia?

    “Yes, I was until last night when those three men raped me in the alley.  I was virgo intactus and had a sturdy hymen to prove it.  I come from a very religious Catholic family.  My brother is a priest.  My oldest sister is a nun at a convent in St. Louis.  My parents were very strict and I was not allowed to date.”

     “You seem to have come through what must have been a nightmare experience without being traumatized to the degree one would have thought,” said Stacy surprised Catherine was not totally freaked out by what had happened.

    “I have almost no recollection of what happened.  Maybe I’ll freak out when things start to come back to me if they ever do.”

     “You were drugged.  I was also the victim of an extended rape while under the influence of a powerful cocktail of narcotics intended to block my recall.  My memories are like still photos,” said Stacy.

     “Thank God I won’t get pregnant.  It was thoughtful of Doctor Myers to give me the Plan B drug.  My parents would die if they knew I took Plan B.  My mom is very opposed to abortion in all forms.”

     “The last thing you need is to have one of those goon’s babies,” said Portia.  “They didn’t look or act that smart.”

    “I know but my dad and mom are both active in the anti-abortion movement.  Do I owe you anything for Doctor Myers’s visit or the drugs?  He also gave me a shot, some pain pills, and ointment for the cuts on my breasts.  The stuff he put inside my vagina is helping a lot.”

    “It’s all taken care of,” said Stacy.  “We have a mutual arrangement with the good doctor, sex for medical care.”

    “You kidding.  You don’t really mean to say you engage in sexual intercourse to pay for his services?  That would be like prostitution,” said Catherine.

    “We find it to be a mutually beneficial arrangement.  The doctor is quite the swordsman and his intern friends are excellent bed buddies.  Besides, my parents always wanted me to sleep with a doctor,” said Portia.

    “They want you to marry a doctor, Portia, not screw one,” said Stacy.

    “You girls are wild,” said a blushing Catherine.  “I’ve never met anyone like you two.”

    “Do you have any idea what happened last night,” asked Portia?

    “I remember going to my advisor’s house for dinner at six o’clock.  It’s part of a monthly mentoring program set up by the college for freshman”

    “Who is your advisor?” asked Stacy?

    “Professor Stanhope, the school assigned her as my mentor.  She’s also the faculty advisor for our abstinence club.”

    “So you believe in abstinence,” asked Portia while giving Stacy a knowing look.

    “I was President of Not Me Now my senior year as Bishop Xavier’s High School.  I joined the BC chapter as soon as I arrived on campus.”

    “So this Professor Stanhope would know of your virginity,” asked Portia?

    “Yes, she asked me when I first joined.  You don’t need to be a virgin to join the chapter.  You only need to promise that in the future you’ll practice abstinence until you’re married.”

     “Understood.  But Professor Stanhope knew you were the real deal so to speak,” asked Stacy?

     “Yes, she even asked if I still had my hymen.  No one had ever asked that before.”

     “Interesting,” said Portia typing away.

     “I want to be open with you two since you saved me from those men in the alley.  I feel I can trust you.”

     “What you tell us will not go beyond this room, we promise,” said Portia.

    “Lately, I’ve had my doubts about abstinence.  I’ve been dating this wonderful man, Seth Profit.  He’s on the basketball team.  I think I’m in love with him.”

    “And he’s pressuring you to have sex,” asked Stacy?

    “No, not at all, but I can tell he wants to and frankly so do I,” said Catherine.

    “How far have you and Seth gone?” asked Portia?

    “I’ve been learning to pleasure him orally.  He’s been very gentle and patient with me.  I was terrible at it when we first started but Seth says I’ve come a long way.  He says I’m as good as any girl he’s ever had.”

    “You should be proud of yourself.  Do you enjoy it,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, but I l know its immoral and against God’s law.”

    “Not in my opinion, I love oral sex,” said Stacy.

    “And so do I.  There is no place in the Bible where it says thou shall not suck cock.  But what does Seth do for you sexually,” asked Portia?

    “We kiss.  He’s offered to perform orally on me but I told him no.”

    “Why,” asked Stacy amazed that any woman would turn down an offer of head from a lover?

    “Honestly, I’m afraid I’ll lose control.  The last time we made out and I did him with my mouth I wanted him to take me.  I was ready for Seth to rip my clothes off and do me right there on the floor of his dorm room.  If my cell phone hadn’t interrupted us, my Seth would have been the one to deflower me, not those horrible men in the alley.”

    “Did you inform Professor Stanhope of your weakening resolve,” asked Portia?

    “Yes, she seemed very concerned and even a little upset with me.  She even suggested I stop seeing Seth.  I was a little hurt by her attitude,” said Catherine taking a tissue out of the box and dabbing her eyes.

    “Let’s talk about Professor Stanhope.  What’s her first name?” asked Portia launching a search engine on her laptop.

     “Verna, Professor Verna Stanhope, she’s been terribly nice to me.  She’s gone out of her way to help me adjust to being away from home for the first time.  I miss my family,” said Catherine looking thoughtful and a little sad.

    “Who else was at dinner?” asked Stacy as Portia typed in the full name and initiated a search.

    “No one, Kelly Warren was supposed to be there but she cancelled at the last minute.  Verna said Kelly had a bug and couldn’t make it.  So it was just Professor Stanhope and I.  The Professor’s not married.”

    “You ate dinner,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, the Professor is a gourmet cook.  We had wild caught Chinook salmon with jasmine rice and Swiss chard in a shallot crème sauce.  It was delicious.”

    “Alcohol,” asked Stacy?

    “Wine, normally, I’m not much of a drinker but I had two glasses at dinner.  Verna explained it was a pinot gris that went especially well with dinner.”

     “What do you recall after dinner,” asked Stacy?

      Catherine furrowed her brow before speaking. “We went into her study for dessert and coffee but first we had a third glass of wine just to finish the bottle.  I recall setting on the couch talking about my classes.  I was eating a piece of heavenly chocolate ricotta flan the Professor had made from scratch.  I wish I could cook like her.  I’m having terrible trouble with Statistics 101.  I may fail.  Math was never my thing.”

     “What happened next,’ asked Portia?

     “Then it all goes blank,” said Catherine starting to cry.  “Do you think I should tell Seth I was raped?  He may dump me if he finds out.”

    “You’re safe now.   I’d wait a while before I told Seth about last night.  Just tell him you had too much to drink and slept on Professor Stanhope’s couch,” said Stacy taking a sobbing Catherine in her arms.  Stacy wasn’t sure whether Catherine was crying over her statistics’ grades or being raped or the possibility of Seth finding out.

     The conversation ceased for a while.  Portia fixed a fresh pot of tea.  When she returned from the kitchen, Catherine had regained her composure.

     “Do you feel well enough to continue,” asked Stacy?

     “Yes, talking about it may help me to remember,” said Catherine.

     “You blank out in Professor Stanhope’s study.  What is your next memory,” asked Portia?

     “I woke up in this small dressing room lying on this smelly cot. I could hear loud music coming from somewhere. Someone had undressed me.  I was stark naked.  My chest hurt terribly and it was covered in dried blood from hundreds of tiny cuts.  When I put my hand between my legs, there was more blood.  My vagina hurt like crazy.  I tried to get up but I couldn’t move a muscle.  Then I heard a noise so I shut my eyes and pretended to be unconscious.  This young girl came in with a wet rag and wiped all the blood off me.”

     “Continue,” said Portia rapidly typing Catherine’s account into her laptop.

     “I passed out again but I regained consciousness when I heard this older woman come in with a foreign looking man.  I was so embarrassed being nude in front of complete strangers. All I could do was lay there with my eyes closed pretending to be asleep.”

     “What did the woman look like?” asked Stacy?

     “Garish, bizarre, she had on a ton of make up and was wearing a red suit.  For some reason, she reminded me of Professor Stanhope but it wasn’t her,” said Catherine.  “They were talking about me.”

      “What were they saying,” asked Portia?

      “I’m not sure.  It was about money.  The man said I would have been worth more if I still had my hymen.   And this was where it really got awful.”

    “What happened,” asked Stacy?

    He stuck his fingers in my vagina.  He was furious when he couldn’t feel a hymen.  He and the woman argued.  I was terribly confused since I had one before I went to the Professor’s.  I thought the man had made a mistake; because my gynecologist told me I had an abnormally thick hymen and it might be best to remove it surgically before I decided to have intercourse.  She said it was rare but it did happen.  She even had a scientific name for it but I can’t remember it.”

      “Trust me.  Your hymen is history.  Were specific dollar amounts mentioned,” asked Stacy recalling the moment the Texas Pussy Auger drilled through Catherine’s cherry?

      “Fifty thousand dollars is one amount I recall.  The man spoke with a heavy accent.  He looked like he was from the Middle East.  Now I remember.  He said the Emir would have easily paid two hundred thousand if I was a proven virgin.”

      “The woman said she knew of a doctor who would restore my hymen,” said Catherine.  “And the man said he would never lie to the Emir.  It would mean a horrible death if he ever found out.  I recall him saying the last servant the Emir caught in a lie was flayed alive and tied to an anthill in the desert.  What does it mean to be flayed alive?”

      “Remove the skin as in skin a rabbit.  In the Middle East, they used hot knives with a curved blade to peel off the flesh,” said Portia.

      “That’s barbaric.  And you can live through this,” asked Catherine?

      “You could live for days until infection sets in.  It’s a traditional form of punishment.  The bloody flesh attracts the ants and without the flesh to protect you it’s painful to the max.  It’s a hideous way to die,” said Portia.

      “My God they were going to sell me to this Emir who does that sort of thing to people.  But I don’t understand.  I am a virgin or at least I was until those men in the alley raped me.  I still had my hymen.  I’m so confused.”

      “You lost your hymen earlier,” said Stacy.  “We watched it happen.”

      “You watched.  What were you doing?”

      “Group masturbation,” said Stacy.

      “We’ll explain everything before we’re done.  It’s not uncommon in the third world where girls are expected to be virgins on their wedding night for surgeons to restore the hymen.  It’s a simple enough operation.  Often the girl is a virgin but had lost the membrane in any number of ways.  Grooms in those cultures are expected to proudly display blood stained sheets the morning after their wedding night.  A girl without a hymen no matter how innocent is sometimes declared a whore and murdered,” said Portia.

      “You’re very smart, Portia, and you too, Stacy. I wish I was smart then this wouldn’t have happened to me,” said Catherine misting up again.

      “Portia is brilliant.  Few are her equal including me,” said Stacy once more wrapping her arm around Catherine.  “Tell us what happened next?”

      “I passed out again.  When I woke up, I was still in the same room but I was alone.  I threw up in a trashcan but afterwards I felt better and was able to stand.  The clothes I’d worn to Professor Stanhope’s were on the floor along with my purse.  Somehow I managed to get dressed although I kept loosing my balance and almost falling down.  It was like my equilibrium was all screwed up.”

     “Rohypnol has that effect,” said Portia.

   “When I tried to open the door it was locked.  But there was a small window I could open.  Thank God it wasn’t too high.  I remember crawling over the transom.  The next thing I remember was the rape.  Then I recall you and your friends arriving to save me,” said Catherine.  “I’m ever so grateful.”

    “What do you recall about the rape,” asked Portia?

    “Not that much, I was in and out of consciousness. I remember waking up in an alley with this man on top of me.  His breath stank of beer and cigarettes.  I hate smokers.  His penis was inside my vagina.  It was horrible.  Mother always said intercourse was painful for her and I must be like her.  I thought I would go out of my mind with pain the first time he put his thing in me.”

     “The reason it hurt so badly was because of what happened at Mariposa’s,” said Portia.  “Once the lining of your vagina heals, you should feel considerable pleasure from having Seth’s cock inside.”

    “I hope you’re right.  I want to please him,” said Catherine looking determined.

     “Professor Stanhope is a full professor at Boston College.” Portia spoke as she scanned the Professor’s WEB biography.  “She’s published several books in the field of abnormal psychology.”

     “You keep mentioning Mariposa’s, what’s that,” asked Catherine?

     “A lesbian nightclub, we found you in the alley behind the building,” said Portia.

    “I’ve never heard of it,” said Catherine.  “We have lesbians at BC but I don’t know any of them.”

     “You don’t recall being on stage at a lesbian nightclub engaged in a sado-masochistic piece of performance art,” asked Stacy surprised at Catherine’s lack of memory of what was a memorable event?’

     “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Catherine.

     Stacy and Portia spent the next few minutes describing Catherine’s participation in Mistress Scylla’s performance art.  Catherine asked a few questions but mainly listened as the girls tried to make her understand what had happened to her.

    Catherine was silent for a while before she spoke.  “What’s commando night?”

    “Basically it means going without underpants.  British Commandos began the practice during World War II.  Navy Seals later adopted it,” said Portia.

     “You must be lesbians, too,” said Catherine looking slightly upset.

     “No, we’re bisexual,” said Stacy.

     “But you have sex with other girls,” said Catherine.

     “Yes, and boys,” said Portia.

     “What about your friends, Esther and Natasha” asked Catherine?

     “Esther is definitely a lipstick lesbian but she was married,” said Stacy.  “Did you get a sense of Natasha’s gender preference, Portia?”

     “Pole or hole, both good in Natasha’s world view,” said Portia.  “She’s bisexual.”

     “This is a lot for me to process,” said Catherine.

     “I can imagine.  Let’s take a break and fix a salad and open a bottle of wine,” said Stacy getting up to walk toward the kitchen.

     The three were seated on stools around the kitchen island when Catherine returned to the matter at hand.

    “Can one of you summarize what happened to me,” asked Catherine?

    “Go, Portia,” said Stacy forking a piece of romaine into her mouth.

    “Professor Stanhope invited you to her home with the intention of drugging and kidnapping you.  The Professor has a connection to Mistress Scylla, the performance artist.  Once you were unconscious, they transported you to Mariposa’s where Mistress Scylla made you the centerpiece of her performance art.  Check out her WEB site when you get a chance.”

    “My God, what did she do to me,” asked Catherine?

    ‘”She and her assistant stripped you naked and suspended you on stage before several hundred onlookers who were for the most part lesbians with a smattering of bisexuals.  While her audience masturbated, she whipped your breasts with long stem roses.  Then she used a mechanical device caused a Texas Pussy Auger to remove your hymen.  For a finale, she drank your virgin blood.”

     “That’s sick,” said Catherine.

     “But very erotic to the onlookers,” said Stacy.

     “Afterwards, she planned to sell you into sexual slavery to some unknown Middle Eastern Emir.  You would have wound up in his harem only having occasional sex and being bitchy as a result.  Following me so far?”

    “Yes, it all fits.  I just can’t believe Professor Stanhope would do such a thing,” said Catherine.

    “Keep in mind, money was involved. Fifth thousand is not a fortune but it can buy you a new Lexus.  Continuing on, you woke up to an argument you were damaged goods with a lower price.  Obviously, Mistress Scylla was not supposed to use the Texas Pussy Auger to take your virginity,” said Portia looking at her notes as she spoke.

    “I can’t believe I lost my virginity to a machine,” said Catherine.

    “Given the impenetrable nature of your barrier, it may prove fortunate.  Suppose Seth had been unsuccessful in his attempt to get inside you, it might have ruined your relationship.  Men don’t take failures like that lightly,” said Stacy.

    “I suppose it could be for the best,” said Catherine.

    “By sheer luck, you managed to escape your captors only to blunder into a trio of miscreants who frequent the alleys around Harvard Square seeking to prey on the weak and inebriated.  They had already raped you once when Stacy heard you pleading with your rapists.  Brave Stacy rushed into the alley armed with pepper spray.  I followed with my trusty police baton.  Esther and Natasha, both veterans of Israeli army combat training guarded our rear.  We quickly subdued your three attackers.  Our Israelis demonstrated their skill at stomping their spiked heels through male testicles thereby punishing them severely for having violated you.  Street justice was done.  No need to involve the authorities.”

    “I’d never go to the police,” said Catherine.

    “Stacy and I more or less carried you to the car.  We brought you here, cleaned you up and put you to bed. Next, we summoned Doctor Myers to tell us whether we should rush you to the ER which fortunately was not required.”  

    “I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank you,” said Catherine.  “Heaven knows what would have happened to me if you hadn’t come along.  You two are my guardian angels.”

    “Become a lesbian for a start,” said Stacy.  “Sorry, I was just kidding,” said Stacy noting the distressed look for Catherine’s beautiful face.

    “The immediate problem is Professor Stanhope and Mistress Scylla may come after you.  While you can’t remember what happened, they don’t know that.  You’re a threat to them,” said Portia.

    “Do you know if any other students who belong to BC’s abstinence club have disappeared under mysterious circumstances,” asked Stacy?

    “Brian Lassiter, but he’s a boy,” said Catherine after thinking for a while.

    “Did you know him,” asked Portia?

    “Barely, he was at our meetings in the fall.  He never returned to BC after Thanksgiving break.  His parents said he never arrived home.  The police investigated but they didn’t talk to me.”

    “What did he look like,” asked Stacy?

    “Very handsome, almost too pretty for a man, he’d worked as a model in New York.  But why would they be interested in a boy?”

     “It is highly possible that as we speak, handsome Brian is on his hands and knees with this Emir’s cock buried in his ass,” said Portia.

     “I hadn’t thought of that,” said Catherine.  “So what do I do?”

     “Return to BC.  Resign from the club.  Tell all your friends you’re sleeping with Seth and having great sex.  Never allow yourself to be alone with Professor Stanhope and never ever eat or drink anything she prepared,” said Portia.

     “Is it okay if I actually sleep with Seth,” asked Catherine.

     “Definitely, climb on his pony and ride until he begs you to dismount,” said Stacy.

     “I will, gladly,” said Catherine looking pleased with her decision.

     “I’ll give you a can of pepper spray and show you how to use it.  It’s illegal but highly effective as a defensive weapon,” said Stacy.

    “Catherine, can you check your BC email from here,” asked Portia turning her laptop toward Catherine.

    “Sure, it’s accessible via the Internet,” said Catherine.

    Stacy put the dishes in the dishwasher while Catherine launched her mail server and entered her login and password.

    “Oh my God, there’s an email from Professor Stanhope,” said Catherine.

    “I thought so.  Let me see,” said Portia before reading the message. “Cathy, what happened to you last night?  When I returned from the kitchen you’d disappeared.  Let me know if you’re all right.  I’m worried about you, Verna.”

    “What do I do,” asked Catherine?

    “Let me handle it,” said Portia.  She typed for a while before reading back her reply.  “I’m so sorry, Verna.  Please forgive me.  I have no idea what happened to me.  I must have blanked out.  I’ve been under a lot of stress lately.  I told you about my problems with Statistics.  I woke up wandering the streets of Cambridge.  I was lucky friends found me and took me in for the night.  I’ll never drink another drop of alcohol as long as I live.  It has a horrible effect on me.  I am resigning from the abstinence club.  I love Seth and he loves me.  I intend to give myself to him and become the woman he deserves.  Thanks for the wonderful dinner.  It was delicious. Cathy.”

    “Does that sound like an email you would write, Cathy,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, except I use a lot of those yellow circles when I email.  You know the ones that state whether you’re happy or sad,” said Catherine.

    “They’re called emoticons,” said Portia sliding the laptop toward Catherine.  “Insert them where you would normally.”

    After several minor changes, Portia clicked the Send button.

    “One more thing, is there another member of the club who is as pretty and innocent as you are?” asked Stacy?

    Catherine thought for a minute before she spoke.  “Yes, there’s Kelly Warren.  The student who was also supposed to have dinner at Professor Stanhope’s but cancelled.  She makes me look plain.  Kelly has the most beautiful eyes and hair and you wouldn’t believe her figure.  She was Miss Florida.  And she’s the sweetest nicest person you’d ever meet,” said Catherine.

    “And abstinent,” asked Portia?

    “She’s a born again evangelical and very devout.  She carries her bible everywhere she goes.  She told me she had only kissed two boys in her life and the next man to kiss her would be her husband.”

    “Interesting, I have a plan to bring Mistress Scylla and Professor Stanhope to justice.  Do you trust Portia and I enough to allow us to handle it?” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, I don’t want to go to the police.  I’ve seen what happens to other girls who report rape.  It ruins their lives,” said Catherine.

     “Good, I suggest you call Seth and tell him some friends are bringing you back to campus and you’d like to spend the night with him.”

***

         

    “What’s your plan,” asked Portia?  They were driving back from Chestnut Hill, the suburban home to the campus of Boston College.  They just delivered Catherine to the arms of Seth.

   “Lt. Mike Cabreeze is going to make a high profile bust of a white slavery ring with Middle Eastern connections.  He’ll be a hero and get another citation.”

   “I thought so.  I can see the headline.  Heroic Cambridge policeman saves innocent college students from sex slavery.  It has the luridness needed for a great news story.  I bet it makes national news.  Can you get him to do it?”

    “I think so.  Do you think Catherine will be all right,” said Stacy.

    “Yes, as long as she keeps her mouth shut,” said Portia.

    “At the moment, I suspect her mouth is open with her lips wrapped about Seth’s penis,” said Stacy.

    “She seemed eager enough when she saw him waiting for her in front of his dorm.  He’s nice looking.  I would bet our little Angel is going to have cock in her tonight, sore pussy be damned.”

    “She’ll be like me and make up for lost time,” said Stacy.

    “I doubt her appetite matches yours.  What are you going to tell Cabreeze,” asked Portia?

    “The truth, the absolute truth,” said Stacy.

    “Yes, no need to lie.  The truth will set you free,” said Portia.

Chapter 38 Charity Weekend

    “The Lieutenant looked muy caliente at the press conference,” said Portia as Stacy turned on to Interstate 93 North for the drive to New Hampshire.  “I TiVo-ed it so we could jerk off to it later.”

   “And humble too, I loved the part where he insisted on sharing credit with the Boston and Chestnut Hill police and even the FBI.  I’ve lost count of the number of times, he’s referred to them as those stupid Federal cocksuckers,” said Stacy.  Stacy spoke in the voice she used to imitate Mike. “It was a team effort requiring intense coordination among the Commonwealth’s law enforcement agencies.”

    “Your Cabreeze imitation continues to improve.”

    “I wonder if the amount if time his dick spends in my throat is a factor,” said Stacy.

    “Still, he plays the honest servant of the public so well you know he must be a crook,” said Portia.

    “A crook who loves public adoration, there must be something insightful a good psychologist would say about that.”

    “Cabreeze’s movie star handsome,” said Portia.  “I can see why you like to do him.”

    “The bastard forced his tailor to work all night making him a new suit just for the press conference.”

    “So how did it all go down as the cops on television say,” asked Portia?

    “Mike and Lou backed up by the Commonwealth’s finest waited to the very last minute to drive out on the runway and block the plane.  Making it a last minute rescue added to the media buzz,” said Stacy.

    “Cops know how to play the press.  Even if it did put Miss Kelly Warren’s cherry at risk,” said Portia.

    “I can picture Mike and Lou driving their Crown Vic onto the runway at Hanscomb Field with gun’s blazing.  Maybe you should write a book about the case and sell the movie rights.”

    “That’s a thought.  And was Miss Warren virtue intact?”

    “I wasn’t able to stick my fingers in to check but Lou did.  He told me whoever pops her cap will have a sore dick for a week,” said Stacy.

    “You’re joking.  He actually put his fingers in her pussy?”

    “According to Lou, she was sprawled across the seat heavily sedated with her skirt up around her waist.  The Emir’s man had already performed his own examination.  She was lubricated and there was a speculum lying on the floor.  Lou told me he had never felt a girl’s hymen before.  He was just being curious,” said Stacy.

    “And disgusting, so how much time will the Emir’s man get for kidnapping?”

    “Nada, zip, none, he has diplomatic immunity.  He works at the United Nations.  He will be declared persona non grata and booted out of the country,” said Stacy frowning to express her dissatisfaction.  “We should have figured out a way for Esther and Natasha to spear his testicles with a five inch heel.  Justice was not served in his case.”

    “Those tiny little countries in the gulf sit on a sea of oil and even the mighty US treads lightly where they’re concerned,” said Portia.

     “Oil rules.  It turns out the Emir in question is the ruler’s brother and therefore untouchable.  However, Doctor Stanhope had confessed to kidnapping three other students from her abstinence group over the last two years, a major black eye for the college that caused the chancellor to worry aloud on television about the damage to future enrollment.  Our government has requested their safe return,” said Stacy.

     “And what will happen to the good doctor,” asked Portia?

     “Kidnapping for purposes of sexual slavery involving transport to a foreign country is a serious Federal crime.  She will probably get life as will her sister, Delores Hamilton, AKA Mistress Scylla.  The two will undoubtedly be putting on special kind of performance art at Bridgewater State.  I see serious rug munching in their future.”

   “Amazing how the Professor’s nose job made her look different from her twin sister,” said Portia.

   “Mike let me look at Professor Stanhope’s file.  Over the years, she transformed her face with a half dozen operations.  They were identical twins at birth,” said Stacy.

   “So you are an unsung hero.  Mike Cabreeze takes all the credit and gets his face on television.  You get to service his cock,” said Portia.

    “Sucking her hero’s dick is all the reward a good girl needs,” said Stacy.

    “Our exit is next,” said Portia looking at the directions.

    “Have you ever fucked for charity before,” asked Stacy slowing the car and moving to the right lane?

    “When would I have done that?  But the idea of letting men who I do not know stick their penises in my orifices for a good cause sounds most commendable,” said Portia.  “I’ve been looking for a way to give back to the community for the many blessings I have received.”

    “As opposed to just doing it because it feels good,” said Stacy.

    “Didn’t Jesus say in the Sermon on the Mount, blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness for they shall be filled?”

     “By righteousness, I don’t think he meant the erotic pleasure of having a male member inside your vagina,” said Stacy.

     “The Bible is always subject to interpretation by the faithful.  I intend to allow my righteous thirst for semen and hunger for hard cock keep me filled.  There’s the exit sign.  Next right.”

***

         

    “Great Grandfather must be spinning in his grave,” said Traci Moynahan looking at herself in the mirror while she adjusted her push up bra to maximize her cleavage.  She reached inside the cups to give her nipple a hard squeeze then noted with satisfaction the visible bumps made in her white cotton blouse.

    Stacy, Portia, and Traci were hurriedly changing into the outfits Leslie provided when they arrived at Moynahan Castle.  It was seven o’clock in the morning.  First tee time was at eight.  Everyone was supposed to be downstairs by seven thirty.  Two girls would be assigned to each golf foursome.  Their role according to Leslie Cabot’s carefully worded instructions was to drive the cart, carry the golf bag and perform sexually as requested.

    “Will they expect sex on the golf course,” asked Stacy who had not previously considered the prospect of intercourse in the great outdoors?  The idea of shagging in front of nature’s creatures was something she was going to have to get used to.

    “The squirrels will be embarrassed,” said Portia making a second attempt to tie the striped silk tie.

    “As will the chipmunks, we will be setting a bad example for Mother Nature,” said Stacy handing Portia her already knotted tie and taking Portia’s.

    “You’ll get used to outdoor slamming. And don’t be upset when they go out of their way to talk dirty.  Being able to call you a cock sucking whore is part of their fun,” said Traci.

    “So this white trash, trailer slut, cock sucking whore can be expected to put out in front of God and everybody,” said Portia.

    “Just enjoy it and make sure they do too.  The men will take advantage of us every chance they get.  Expect some kind of action any time there is a break. Given that there is always someone waiting for something in golf, it’s almost one continual screwing.  Last year, I was driving the cart with one hand and jerking a guy off with the other,” said Traci responding to Stacy’s question about how much sex versus golf they could expect.

    That’s not the shy overweight Traci Moynahan I recall from high school thought Stacy watching Traci press her breasts together and curl her tongue at the small mirror the three girls were sharing.  Her breasts are larger and her lips are fuller plus she has a terrific body with sculptured abs.  Cosmetic surgery and a personal trainer have been at work.

    When Stacy and Portia arrived they found a completely naked Traci sitting on the side of the tub shaving her vulva before getting dressed for the golf outing.

    “Sorry but I forgot to shave last night,” said Traci finishing up.

    In high school Traci had been known for consuming several pints of premium ice cream then throwing up in a fruitless attempt to control her weight.  Her dietary problems had reached the point her parents sent her off to a special clinic in Colorado.

    Moynahan Castle was just as impressive as Stacy remembered, an enormous edifice of New Hampshire granite built on a promontory overlooking Lake Winnipesaukee.  Stacy also noted it resembled a certain maximum-security penitentiary she had recently visited.

    Not for the last time was Stacy impressed with Leslie Cabot’s organizational skills.  Albert was standing at the front entrance when she and Portia arrived. She was surprised he remembered her name.  Of course, she was unaware he repeatedly watched his video of her impaled on Ellis’s cock with her face buried between Leslie’s thighs noisily licking her sex.

    After being introduced to Portia, he gave each girl a personalized folder containing detailed instructions for the weekend.

    Ellis arrived out of breath. Attired in a tight fitting shirt and shorts that partially exposed his muscular buttocks, he brought back Stacy’s memories of the afternoon she’d spent straining to fit his oversized member into the orifices.  She was a little surprised at his attire.  It struck her a something a gay would wear.

    It turned out he was working as the parking valet.  He greeted Stacy warmly lifting her in a bear hug then cupping her buttocks in his huge hands and grinding his cock against her pubic mound.

    “Miss me,” asked Ellis before planting a kiss on Stacy’s lips?

    “Parts of you,” said Stacy wrapping her legs around his waist forcing her clit against his sex.

    “You must be Portia. Come here and give me some love,” said Ellis releasing Stacy before delivering a similar hug to the Portia.  The two kissed passionately while Stacy and Albert watched.

    “Stacy told me all about you,” said Portia making a mental note that if at all possible, she was going to have sex with Ellis before the weekend was out.

    “I said you were a stimulating conversationalist and a caring sensitive individual,” said Stacy.

    “All that and more, wish I had time for a quick three-way but Leslie’s on the warpath,” said Ellis before rushing off with her car.

    “Just looking at him makes me want to get down on my knees and beg to suck his mighty dick,” said Stacy having resisted the urge to place her hand on the large bulge in Ellis’s shorts.

    “So that was supercock.  Maybe I’ll get a chance to have my holes re-sized,” was Portia’s comment as Ellis drove away.

    “Go for it.  It’s painful but deeply satisfying,” said Stacy recalling how it felt to have her rectum expanded to the bursting point.

    The information packet contained the schedule and instructions for the charity outing plus a tee shirt with the Women In Harm’s Way logo and today’s date silk-screened on the back.

    Portia, Stacy, and Traci were assigned to Guest Suite 11 located on the second floor in the East Wing.  An older woman named Carole who identified herself as the regional director of the charity showed them to their room.  She thanked Stacy and Portia profusely for giving up their weekend to help a worthy cause then hurried off clipboard in hand.

    The hallway and rooms were filled with half dressed girls who’d volunteered to serve as what Leslie euphemistically referred to as hostesses.  Stacy could sense the energy and anticipation of the women as they purposefully prepared for a long day of sex.

     Stacy and Portia quickly opened the box containing their first uniform.  There were three dress boxes waiting in the room.  Printed neatly on each were their name and the event: golf, paintball and banquet.  Portia and Stacy had emailed their sizes to Leslie two weeks prior.

   Traci had arrived a few minutes earlier.  Although the two girls had not been close in high school, a naked Traci shaving lather partially covering her crotch rushed into Stacy’s arms and kissed her hard on the lips.

     “I’m getting married in two months.  Can you believe it?” squealed Traci while her arms were still around Stacy.  Stacy was feeling warmth from the pressure of Traci’s breasts and sex pressed against her.

    “Congratulations, that’s wonderful.  Who is he?” asked Stacy surprised a bride within sixty days of her wedding was participating in what Leslie Cabot described as twenty four hours of non-stop sex for charity.

     “You don’t know him.  Roger Crawford, he’s on Senator Talbot’s staff.  I’ve spent a fortune commuting to DC,” said Traci.

     “I’d love to meet him,” said Stacy.

     “You will at the wedding.  The invitations went out last week.  I sent yours to your address in Weston.  And who is this?” said Traci looking at Portia.

     “Oh sorry, this is my good friend, Portia.  She’s a fellow student and we live together,” said Stacy introducing Portia.

      “Welcome to Leslie Cabot’s weekend fuck-a-thon,” bubbled an enthusiastic Traci hugging Portia.  “This maybe my last chances to act wild before I become a chaste married woman.  I intend to take full advantage of it.”

     “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.  It’s not often one gets to fuck one’s brains out for a good cause,” said Portia.

     “It certainly beats those charity walk-a-thons that screw up the traffic and give you sore feet,” said Stacy.

     “Leslie’s a genius.  I’d rather fuck for breast cancer any day than walk ten miles for it,” said Portia.

     “Something else besides your feet will get sore this weekend.  We better hurry and get dressed.  Mother Leslie likes to keep on schedule,” said Traci releasing Portia.   Realizing they were running late, the two new arrivals quickly shed their clothes.

    “Rings and tats that is just so cool.  May I touch them?” asked Traci as soon as Portia undressed.

    “Sure,” answered Portia widening her stance as Traci knelt down.  Portia was beginning to feel more comfortable about the weekend.  She had been apprehensive at the prospect of meeting Stacy’s wealthy friends.  But she quickly realized every female there regardless of how rich was going to be fucked like a street whore who passed out in a crack house.  She also realized from Traci’s fascination with her rings and tattoos she was something of an exotic.

    “They’re so fucking cool.  Did it hurt when you got them?” asked Traci examining the three rings in each labia and the smaller one above Portia’s clitoris.  Portia was surprised the exam was more than visual.  Traci’s fingers were all over her sex.

    “They numbed my labia with ice but the one over my clit hurt like hell,” said Portia.

    “I’ve never done it with a girl with rings in her pussy.   If we get the chance, I’d like to give it a try,” said Traci planning a wet kiss on Portia’s clitoris.

    “I’ll save you a spot on my fuck card,” said Portia obligingly rotating her legs to improve Traci’s access to her sex.

    “Tempus fugit, you two,” said Stacy anxious not to be late.  There wasn’t time for Portia and Traci to get it on.  They had to be downstairs in twenty minutes.    

    Printed material inside the Golf Uniform box identified two stores on Newbury Street as having donated the blouses, skirts, and shoes.  Business cards of two women who managed the fashionable boutiques were included along with an exhortation by Leslie Cabot to shop with supporters of Women in Harm’s Way.

    “They must sell on commission,” said Portia looking at the cards as she folded over the waistband of the short plaid skirt.  The scotch plaid was the signature design of an upscale ready to wear company.   “How’s that?  Showing enough ass?”

    “Try one more fold.  According to Leslie’s direction, the bottom of your cheeks should be even with the hem.  Your butt needs to show when you bend over to pick up a golf ball,” said Stacy scanning Leslie’s instructions how the Golf Uniform should be worn.  The directions even included a picture of one of the hostesses bending over at the waist showing her thong.  Stacy was tying the tails of her white cotton blouse for the third time trying to get the right exposure for her white lace trimmed uplift bra.  The unbuttoned blouse was to be tied snugly under the girl’s breasts exposing her mid rift.  The skirt’s waistband rode low on Stacy’s hip bones an inch or so above her pubic region.  The white bands of her thong appeared above the waistband.  The finishing touch was a pair of white sox with saddle oxfords.

    “Being here must bring back memories, Stacy,” asked Traci?

    “I recall it was a beautiful day and Mr. Kendall got stung by a bee and couldn’t breathe.  Mrs. Warner had to give him a shot or he would have died,” said Stacy adjusting her waistband then turning around and bending slightly over to make sure the lower half of her ass showed.

    “Aren’t you forgetting Michael Kerwin deflowered you that balmy late spring afternoon?  I thought a girl never forgets her first time,” said Traci.

    “Michael Kerwin and I snogged enthusiastically and I let him put his hand in my bra and touch my boobs.  Then he unzipped his pants and put my hand on his cock.  He asked me to suck it but I wasn’t quite ready for that; however I did agree to jerk him off.  He lasted two strokes before he blew his load in my palm.  That was all, folks,” said Stacy sitting on the bed tying her saddle oxfords.

    “So he was lying when he went around the next day at school letting all the other boys smell his fingers claiming the aroma was your pussy?” said Traci as she applied lipstick.

    “Yes, not that it matters after all these years,” said Stacy unaware Michael had done that.  “Where is Michael Kerwin these days?”

    “Stanford.”

    “I should look him up and find out what I missed,” said Stacy.  “Portia, can you help me with these pig tails.  I haven’t worn pig tails since elementary school.”

    “At least you can wear them,” said Portia.  Her short hair prevented her from following Leslie suggestion hostesses wear schoolgirl pigtails for the golf event.  Portia parted Stacy’s hair and tied the plaid bows made from the same material as the skirt.

    “Leslie’s a genius when it comes to making nice girls look like whores,” said Traci lifting her skirt to make sure the thin band of panty material was lodged between her labia.

    “I’m not sure there are any nice girls here today.  Your great grandfather would not approve,” said Stacy recalling Traci’s earlier statement as they finished dressing.

    “No, but I bet he would get a hard on if he were present,” said Traci.

    “I should be down on State Street flagging down cars and asking if they want a half and half.  It’s a cross between street whore and Catholic schoolgirl.  I’d call it the St. Leslie of the Sacred Slut look,” said Portia looking in the mirror. “You said he would be spinning in his grave.”

    “According to family history, he was a true descendant of the Puritans.  He fired one of his best managers for using foul language,” said Traci.

    “I’ll keep that in mind when I’m giving head,” said Portia.

    “What was it like last year?” asked Stacy recalling that Traci had previously participated.

    “Smaller by half and there was no paint ball hunt. The survey the men filled out at the end of the event indicated the afternoon rest period should be replaced by another planned activity.  Leslie decided paint ball would bring out the macho in the guys,” said Traci.

    “Aren’t most of these men in there forties and fifties?” asked Portia?

    “Yes indeed, they’re mostly old farts.  There’ll be a few sixties also. Leslie mentioned there would be a seventy-year-old gentleman attending,” said Traci.

    “I’ve never screwed anyone over forty.  At least anyone I can recall,” said Stacy searching her memory.

    “Me neither,” said Portia.  “Won’t we wear them out?”

    “Before the advent of those little blue pills, today’s orgy would be an impossibility.  All these old guys would have limp dicks by noon.  But thanks to big pharma, the studs will keep going and going like the Energizer Bunny.  It was after midnight last year before the last one rolled off me,” said Traci.

    “What are the boy girl ratios?” asked Portia.

    “Thirty two cock loving sluts and sixty four pussy crazed studs if everyone shows,” said Traci.  “We have the exact ratio Leslie wanted.”

    “Where are they now,” asked Stacy?

    “Having breakfast, storing up energy for a long day of whoring for a worthy cause,” said Traci.

***

   

    Portia bowed low when she was introduced to the four Japanese automobile executives.  She and another older woman named Kendra would be serving as their hostesses during the golf outing.  Portia had a smattering of knowledge about Japanese customs gained from her close friendship with the Japanese members of a youth orchestra she had belonged to in Trenton.

    “Act very subservient, do not stare or look them directly in the eye, be extremely polite,” Portia advised Kendra when the two found out they would be with the Japanese executives and Kendra asked for her counsel.

    “Anything else I should know,” asked Kendra.

    “Their semen tastes fishy and they expect you to swallow it and thank them for the privilege.  Bow your head after you swallow then look up and smile as you say Thank You,” said Portia.  Portia was glad theirs was the second foursome to tee off.  It eliminated having to converse with four men for whom English was a second language.

     “Where are you gentlemen from,” asked Kendra once they were off the first tee headed down the fairway?

     “Tennessee,” was the surprising answer.

     “Are you a prostitute, Portia,” asked the graying gentleman whose nametag read, “Hidecki”?  He was the senior of the four and based on the deference paid by the others, the person in charge.

     “No, Hidecki-san, I am a college student, studying government,” said Portia noting that Hidecki’s hand was now on her bare thigh.  The foursome had been favorably impressed with her tattoos comparing her to the yakusa prostitutes much prized by salarymen.  After they had been introduced, they spent several minutes examining each visible tattoo.  They lifted her skirt to examine the dragon on her lower abdomen.  They complemented her on the beauty of her skin art.

     So far so good thought Portia glancing in the rear view mirror.  I wonder if Leslie realized that the Japanese would be more accepting of skin art and piercings.  Thus far I’m very impressed with how she’s organized everything.

    Portia glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Kendra and Hidecki-san’s second in command, Hiro, kissing.  Hiro’s fingers were inside the material covering Kendra’s crotch.  He was massaging her sex while her hand stroked the large bulge in his golf slacks.  Her fingers were fumbling for his zipper.  The two gentlemen, Juro and the youngest of the four who introduced himself as Thomas, were in the golf cart’s rear seat reaching over Kendra’s shoulders to slip their hands inside her bra.  They had already untied the blouse’s shirttails and lifted one of her breasts out of the bra cup.

    If this much sex is happening and we’re barely off the first tee, I’m going to have a very interesting day thought Portia spreading her legs slightly to allow Hidecki-san’s hand a clear path to her crotch.  Portia smiled demurely as his fingers brushed over her sex causing her to exhale her pleasure.  Portia’s placed her hand on Hidecki’s pushing it harder against her moistening crotch as she carefully steered the cart with her other hand.

***

   

    “Damn, we tee off next to last,” said Doug looking unhappily at the slip of paper with the number fifteen written on it.  Doug was the fattest of the four overweight men in Stacy and Traci’s foursome.  The other three were also carrying extra weight.

    This is not going to be a roll in the hay with lean bodies and enough stamina to make a girl need to catch her breath realized Stacy as they introduced themselves to the men seated at their assigned table.

    “I’m Traci and this is my good friend Stacy.  We’re here to make sure you enjoy your weekend.  I want to thank you personally for your support of Women in Harm’s Way,” said Traci.

    “If there is anything we can do to make your weekend more enjoyable, just let us know,” added Stacy.

    “What does anything include,” asked Tony?

    “You’re going to have to work very hard to name something it doesn’t include,” said Stacy smiling at Tony.

    “Traci and Stacy, easy enough to remember,” said Doug.

    “It’s on my name tag, Doug, in case you forget,” said Stacy leaning forward as she arched her back to thrust her chest forward.

    “We won’t forget,” said Ron the forty five year old senior partner in Boston’s leading architectural firm.  His eyes were laser fixed on Stacy’s décolletage.

    “Sit down, girls, we got quite a wait,” said Doug holding up the paper.

     “What do you girls do for a living,” asked Tony attempting small talk?

     “College student, pre-law,” said Stacy pouring herself a cup of coffee.  

     “Ron’s a lawyer, you two should have a lot to talk about,” said Doug.

     “Yes, the law is a wonderful career for a young woman,” said Ron recalling his recent vote to deny one of the firm’s most able female lawyers a partnership.  “How about you, Traci?”

    “I work in sales for my dad,” said Traci. “We’re a rep firm for a line of building materials.”

    “Doug, Ron, Steve and Tony,” said Traci repeating the names as she looked around the table.

    “Guys, I think we lucked out with our female companions even if we did get a lousy tee time,” said Doug.  The men had taken one look at Stacy and decided they had been very fortunate indeed.  She was easily the most attractive of the hostesses.  In their collective view she was drop dead gorgeous with large breasts they couldn’t wait to get their hands on.  Traci had a quieter girl next-door sexuality they also found very appealing.  The four were anxious to get out on the golf course and investigate what was contained in Stacy’s brassiere visible under the partially buttoned blouse.

    The six were seated together on the patio adjacent to the first tee.  Stacy was sipping a second cup of coffee having just finished an excellent piece of pastry donated by a local bakery. Both girls had already made a mental note the preferred positions for sexual intercourse with the quartet were those where they were on top.  Doug looked to be several inches shy of six feet with a waist that approached his height.  The other three, Steve, Ron, and Tony, were only slightly less rotund.

    “Damn, I was hoping we start having some fun early but we got an hour and a half to kill,” said Steve looking dejected.  Steve was not looking forward to the prospect of wasting time exchanging small talk with two young women he barely knew.  He rarely talked to his wife and he had no idea what he could say to Stacy and Traci.  He doubted they would be terribly interested in the many problems and challenges he faced in running Boston’s largest biotech firm.  For some reason, the four were reluctant to start anything with the girls until they reached the first tee.

    “There’s a pool table in the billiard room,” said Ron.  “We could shoot some pool while we wait.”

    “I haven’t touched a pool cue since I graduated college,” said Tony looking disgusted.

    “I have a suggestion,” said Stacy standing up and walking over to Doug easing into his lap as she put her arms around his neck firmly resting her boobs against his double chin. His hand found its way to her thigh.

    Doug was the region’s leading commercial property developer and easily the richest and best known of the four.  He was often seen on local access television attempting to cajole a planning board to rezone a piece of land or grant him a variance.  She pressed her bottom against his crotch as she made her suggestion.

    Leslie had repeatedly stressed the hostesses were to insure the donors enjoyed themselves and find some way to keep things from becoming dull.  “In spite of the fact the men are business and community leaders; they may be shy at first.  You have to take the lead in making things happen, especially at the beginning.  Remember the better time they have, the more money for the shelter,” was Leslie’s counsel.  “And more money means more women escaping an abusive relationship.”

    “What do you have in mind, Stacy,” asked Doug glancing at the nametag on Stacy’s chest to be sure he had her name right?  Given that his eyes had been drawn repeatedly to Stacy’s superstructure since they met moments ago, his uncertainty was surprising.

    “Traci and I went to high school together but we haven’t seen each other for a while.  We never did hook up when we students but we’d like to now.  Why don’t we all go up to our room?  You guys can watch us go down on each other then join in,” said Stacy.

    “Watch you do what,” asked Ron unsure he understood but hoping he did?  This was Ron’s first time at the charity event.  While he heard stories about how much sex was available, he wasn’t sure it was true.

    “Eat each other’s hot wet pussy,” said Traci following Stacy lead.  “I’ve brought some toys we can play with.  That is if you’re into toys.  There’s an eighteen-inch double dildo Stacy and I can share. We’ll bury it in our cunts and rub our doughnuts together.”

    “Wow,” said Ron unable to resist the urge to grab his cock.

    “So, would you like to watch Traci and I go down on each other or shoot pool,” asked Stacy straightening her back to bring her boobs up Doug’s double chin as she ran her hands over the back of his head?  “Personally, I like some cock before we get out on the course and you get too busy with your game to fuck us.”

    “I’d like to see you two sluts go down on each other,” said Tony.

    “You want to watch me eat Traci’s cunt? Don’t you, Doug?” asked Stacy pressing her rear against his crotch.

    “Yes, can I call you names, Stacy?  Don’t take it personal but I like to talk dirty,” said Doug feeling his erection grow.  He’d taken a double dose of his erectile dysfunction drug moments before the girls arrived and it was starting to take effect.

    “You mean names like cock sucking filthy whore,” asked Stacy before tracing her tongue around the curve of his ear.

    “Yeah, I like that,” said Doug.

    “Call us anything you like.  You can have all the pussy you want, anyway you want it,” said Traci scooting her chair back then raising her legs resting her heels on the table.  Traci’s skirt slid up exposing the highly visible wet stain in the center of her panty crotch.

    “You girls like to swallow come,” asked Steve becoming aroused by the conversation.

    “I’ll swallow every drop, Steve,” said Stacy.  “That is after Traci and I snowball.”

    “You have any problem with anal,” asked Ron expectantly?

    “Only that I can’t get enough of it,” said Stacy.  “My asshole’s douched and ready.  I was hoping you liked backdoor action.”

    “We’re both rear entry girls.  Isn’t everybody these days?” said Traci.

    “My wife certainly isn’t,” said Doug causing everyone to laugh.  

    “Let’s go.  Sex beats pool any day,” said Steve standing up.

    “Damn right it does.  I’ve always like to see girls go down on each other,” said Tony.

    “My cock’s hard,” said Ron standing up to show the bulge in his golf slacks.   There was a small wet spot.

Chapter 39 Teeing Off

   

    “Stay like this, please,” said Hiro positioning Kendra where she was bent from the waist leaning forward supporting her weight by resting her forearms on the back of the golf cart.  Kendra widened her stance to better match the disparity between their heights.

    “Oh yes, do it, please,” whispered Kendra parting her labia with her fingers to insure his pathway was unobstructed.  She further signaled her willingness by moaning.  She swayed her bottom seductively as Hiro eased his cockhead between her buttocks feeling for her opening.  When she felt him touch her core she performed the yoga position known as the Cow causing her back to arch downward tilting her vagina upward as she threw her head back stretching the ligaments in her neck.  According to her Tantric training, the cow signified submission to a partner engaged in rear entry.

    This is truly a beautiful place for a fuck thought Kendra admiring the grandeur of the snow capped Presidential Range in the distance.  It seems oddly American to be enjoying impersonal sex with a group of Japanese businessmen while looking up at Mt. Washington.  Hiro-san is my first oriental.  That too seems strange for a woman of thirty-six who has had more than her share of sexual partners.  Lloyd will enjoy hearing the details of my day.  I only wish they were video taping everything so he and I could masturbate together while we watched.

    “Here, allow me, Hiro-san,” said Kendra reaching between her legs to guide his penis into her well-lubricated vagina.  A hiss of pleasure escaped her lips as the nerves surrounding her opening acknowledged the presence of an intruder.

    Sensing the head was just inside the willing girl’s sex Hiro took a firm hold of Kendra’s hips for leverage and without hesitating achieved full penetration.  Hiro excitedly spoke several words of Japanese expressing the pleasure he was feeling from his first fuck of the day.

    “Oh that’s good.  Fuck me as hard as you want.  Your cock feels so big inside me,” said Kendra offering verbal encouragement to Hiro as she compressed the muscles lining her vagina to increase his pleasure.  Kendra believed verbal encouragement was important especially to a male penetrating her for the first time. Proper unambiguous feedback was even more essential to a foreigner unused to screwing American females.  She wished she knew a few Japanese phrases to whisper in Hiro’s ear that would encourage him to hurt her while they fucked.  Deciding to chance it, she reached back to move his hand from her hip to her breast as she whispered, “Hurt me, please, Hiro-san.  Pinch my titties. I like pain if you like giving it.”  She felt a rush of pleasure as his fingers flattened her nipple before pulling and twisting it.

   It reminds me of our sacred mountain thought Hiro looking over Kendra’s back at the peaks in the distance.  Hiro would have preferred to be in his home near Tokyo slowly binding Kendra in rope and bamboo until she was completely immobilized in an awkward painful position.  He would have begun with his favorite, Shinju, binding her large breasts. Nyoko, his wife, would be there to help, handing him precisely the correct thickness and length of rope.  As he pressed Kendra’s nipple flat and twisted it, he wondered how well she would endure hours of having her nipples crushed between two bamboo shoots.

    Once Kendra’s breasts were bound he would perform Sukaranbo, placing the coarse hemp between her labia then tightening it to where the twisted strands cut into her flesh.  The thick rope would disappear between the large folds of flesh that adored the pussy of American women.  As he rhythmically thrust into a grunting Kendra, he recalled the tears his sister-in-law shed when he pulled the ropes tight across her sex.  When the young women had protested, Nyoko had slapped her face, ordering her to be quiet and not embarrass her sister.

   Finally when Kendra was completely immobilized and in terrible pain, he would attach her to his pulley and lift her off the ground.  She would hang there moving quietly with the wind while he enjoyed his tea.  He would wait, watching her for several hours before releasing her.

    “Hiro-san, slap my butt, please, make it hurt,” said Kendra interrupting his thoughts.  Hiro responded with a powerful slap to one buttock.  I made a commitment to adapt to Western ways when I accepted the position in the United States recalled Hiro-san.

   Anxious to make a favorable impression so Leslie would invite her again, Kendra coordinated her movements with Hiro-san’s.  Kendra was aware she was one of the older hostesses present.  The presence of college age girls such as Portia and her incredibly beautiful roommate required her to rely on her superior experience and knowledge.

    Since becoming sexually active in college, Kendra had aggressively pursued the study and practice of many aspects of human sexuality.  A life long participant in the world of BDSM, recently, she and her husband, Lloyd, had attended a Tantric yoga class in Hawaii where she mastered the art of using muscles in her vagina and rectum to increase both her and her partner’s pleasure.  Kendra began to repeat the mantra taught her by her Tantric master, “The mind commands the body’s pleasure.”  Kendra silently intoned her mantra over and over as she contract her core muscles on Hero-san’s thrusting cock.

   Portia was sitting on the golf cart step energetically sucking Hidecki’s cock.  The cart was parked by the green.  Juro and Thomas were still putting.  Portia was enjoying herself immensely as she concentrated on pleasing her partner summoning all the many skills and techniques she’d mastered in her years of cock sucking.  Her first rule was to act so turned on from having Hidecki’s dick in her mouth she could barely control herself.  Portia occasionally paused to rub his cock over her face smearing her cheeks with saliva.  She allowed the lust she was feeling to show as she pressed his wet cock to the side of her face while her tongue teased his urethra.

    Not wanting to orgasm too quickly, Hidecki-san occasionally turned around and bent over presenting his anus to Portia.  For an older man, he was amazingly flexible and the crown of his head came within an inch or so of touching the ground.  During these interludes of anilingus, Portia parted his buttocks and vigorously applied her lips and tongue to his sphincter.

    When Stacy told Portia of the invitation, she’d immediately visited the Women in Harm’s Way WEB site.  After viewing their site and locating independent reviews of charities, she’d concluded the organization was an excellent one.   Ninety cents of every dollar donated went to operations.  Portia had first hand knowledge of spousal abuse.  Her favorite aunt had been married to a drunken brute who abused her and Portia’s cousins.  Portia could recall the times Aunt Lucille showed up unexpectedly with a cut lip or a black eye to cry on her sister’s shoulder.

    Performing sexually for such a good cause is emotionally rewarding decided Portia raising Hidecki-san’s cock with her hand to lick his balls.   I’m not just fucking for my own pleasure this time.  The weather is cooperating.  Even though it was only spring, the sun was warm enough she didn’t mind it when Hidecki-san ordered her to strip her down to her shoes and sun visor on the first green.   She found it exhilarating to be standing naked holding the flag as he putted out on the hole.

    Being nude in the great out of doors had an erotic feeling all its own decided Portia.  I should try nudism some time though Portia as she licked along the underside of Hidecki’s penis to arrive at the tip which she took in her mouth using her tongue on the cock head as her hands performed in a coordinated fashion on his balls and shaft.

    “Aiyee, you are good cock sucker.  Your mother teach you to suck dick,” asked Hidecki as removed a cigarette from his shirt pocket.

    “No, my sister,” said Portia taking his cock out of her mouth to answer as she reached in her small bag resting on the floor to remove a lighter.  She reached up to light his cigarette as she continued to stroke his cock.

    “Ah, your sister, it is good to be taught such things by one’s family,” said Hidecki delivering a comment difficult for a Westerner to fathom.

***

   

    “Let’s get them so hot, they can’t wait to fuck us,” whispered Stacy as she and Traci started slowly kissing and fondling each other as they stood by the bed.  They were back in Guest Suite 11.  Doug and the others were seated around the room watching intently.

    “My bag of toys is beside the bed.  I’ve got a couple of strap on cocks.  If they’re anything like my fiancé, they’ll love having a rubber dick in their ass,” whispered Traci.

     “Good idea but let’s take it slow.  We have ninety minutes to kill,” whispered Stacy as she pushed the tip of her tongue in Traci’s ear.

     “I always wanted to do you,” replied Traci in a whisper between deep passionate kisses.  “What caused you to change?”

     “It’s complicated,” asked Stacy slipping her hand up Traci’s skirt cupping her buttocks.  “I love your ass.  It’s so firm.”

     “I couldn’t believe it when Leslie said you were coming to her weekend.  I actually asked her if it was the Stacy Todd who grew up in Weston.  You were known as the ice princess in school.  Until Michael Kerwin claimed to have taken your cherry, no one said they’d ever touched you.”

     “To set the historical record straight, Jayson Witherow took my virginity prom night.  He managed to get it in me, pump twice, and then rush to the bathroom to puke.  He stayed there wrapped around the porcelain throne until the sun came up, a victim of butterscotch schnapps and Bailey’s Irish cream.”

    “God that sounds like the world’s worst hangover,” said Traci taking hold of the waist of Stacy’s panty and pulling them down.

     “The following summer I arranged another attempt.  This time it was with Justin Bookman on his parent’s yacht that fortunately was tied to the dock.  He was so excited he splattered two loads in my navel before he got inside.  On his and final third try, he delivered his swimmers ten seconds after entry,” said Stacy.  “He was so humiliated he jumped up and ran leaving me to take a taxi home. After those wonderful experiences I gave up sex for a while.”

    “You must have met somebody who knew what they were doing.  Leslie said you had an incredible appetite and heavy into anal and kink,” said Traci.

    I’ve changed and so have you.  Let’s show our audience some tit,” whispered Stacy untying the knot at the bottom of Traci’s blouse then slipping it off her shoulders dropping it to the floor.

    As Stacy slipped her hand inside Traci’s bra taking her nipple in her fingers, she recalled the time in high school Traci got suspended for touching another girl’s buttocks in the girl’s shower.  Stacy reached around Traci taking hold of her buttock to grind their crotches together as they tongue kissed.

     “I love to jerk off while a couple of Lesbos get it on,” said Steve unzipping his trousers. He removed his already firm cock and began to stroke it.

     “These two rug munchers better be ready to suck my dick,” said Doug following suit. “My Johnson needs a tongue bath.”

     “Shit, you’re so fucking hot, Stacy Todd.  Just think, next year I’ll be an old married woman.  If I’m not pregnant, I’ll think up some excuse to sneak off for Leslie’s weekend.  Leslie says there are a number of married women here today.  Just because I’m married doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun,” said Traci.

     “I recall you had a preference for your own gender in school,” said Stacy working her clit against Traci’s using her buttocks to pull her tightly into her pubic region.  

     “I still love pussy but I’ve also developed a taste for cock.  Oh fuck you’re getting me hot.  I love a good grinding.  I’m so wet,” whispered Traci pressing her sex hard against Stacy’s.

     “I’m bisexual too.  I love the feel and taste of pussy,” said Stacy.

     “I was strictly into girls in high school.  My appetite for cock developed later.  But you were the source of some of my fantasies.  I used to see you naked in the locker room, fix that image in my mind and go home to jerk off.”

     “I want to see the blonde’s boobs,” said Doug all the while stroking his now fully erect cock.

      Traci untied Stacy’s blouse then slipped it off her shoulders.  Then she lifted Stacy’s breast from the bra cup and kissed it, looking Doug in the eye as her tongue smeared saliva over the nipple.

     “Suck that titty, Traci.  Put that big knocker in your mouth and suck on it.  Fuck, there’s nothing hotter than a pair of dykes getting all worked up,” said Steve.

     “Good, they’re getting excited.  I was a late bloomer when it came to sex.  Now I’m making up for lost time,” said Stacy reaching behind Traci to unsnap her bra.  She slipped it off Traci’s shoulders and tossed it in Steve’s lap.   Steve caught the bra in one hand and wrapped it around his already exposed cock using it to masturbate.  Stacy’s hand grasped Traci’s breast, squeezing it to a point as she licked circles around the nipple.  She established eye contact with Steve as she sucked hard on Traci’s nipple.

     “These two are fucking hot,” said Ron.  “I could get my nut just watching them.”

     “Portia’s hot,” said Traci.  “But you two seem a little mismatched,” unsnapping Stacy’s bra then tossing it to Doug.

     “34D,” pronounced Doug reading the label.  “I knew it.  Suck her tits, Traci.  Make those zickers stand up and yell.”

     Stacy threw her head back and inhaled as Traci’s mouth covered her nipples.  When she looked around she saw all four of the men had exposed their cock.

     “Traci, look at all that cock.  It’s making me wet,” said Stacy aloud before whispering, “Opposite’s attract.  She’s a good friend, a terrific lover, and one of the most talented and intelligent people I’ve ever met.”

     “I hope Portia meant it when she said we would get together later.  I’d love to do her.  You won’t mind?” whispered Traci unzipping Stacy’s skirt and letting it fall to the floor.

     “No, we have an open relationship.  Enough talk, we better concentrate on our guests,” whispered Stacy unfastening Traci’s skirt recalling Leslie’s suggestion that the men’s pleasure came first.  “Get them off then worry about your own orgasm.   Remember this is for a good cause,” was something Leslie constantly emphasized.

     Traci fell to her knees and placed both hands on Stacy’s bottom.  She pushed her face hard against her wet sex driving her tongue into Stacy’s vagina.   Stacy sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide as she pulled her nipples.

     “Anything special you want to see,” Stacy asked her audience?

    “You too sixty nine.  I want to see you eat each other’s pussy,” said Tony.

    Stacy stood up and kicked off her saddle oxfords.  Traci did the same.

     “Get on top,” said Stacy rolling to the center of the bed.  Traci straddled her.  The two girls began to lick and suck one another’s sex.  The four men gathered close around the bed stroking their erections.

     “I’m going to get naked,” said Doug pulling his golf shirt over his head exposing his large round belly.  The others followed suit.  Moments later, the two girls were surrounded by four naked men.  They were reaching in touching the girls.

     “Traci, make Stacy suck your butt,” said Tony who struck Stacy as incredibly hairy in spite of his baldness.

     “I was hoping we would luck out and get some real men,” said Traci.  “Real men love anal.”

     Traci immediately raised to a kneeling position her buttocks above Stacy’s face.  Stacy’s hands separated Traci’s cheeks allowing her to swipe her tongue across the wrinkled brown skin.

     “You like eating butt, Stacy,” asked Tony?

     “Yes, I love it,” said Stacy driving her face into Traci’s ass crack.

     “Man, these two are real ass-licking sluts,” said Ron.

     “You want to suck my cock and eat my hairy ass, Stacy?” asked Tony climbing up on the bed positioning his butt toward Stacy’s face.  The other three got on the bed making a crowded pile of flesh.

     “Can’t wait.  Let’s do it,” said Stacy wetting her finger then placing the fingertip against Tony’s sphincter and pressing lightly.

     “Fuck me, Steve, Doug.  I want two cocks at once,” said Traci

     Traci climbed off Stacy taking Doug’s cock in her mouth as she pointed her bottom toward Steve.

      Tony was on his knees with his face on the mattress.  His hands reached straight back to separate his butt cheeks.

    “You like hairy assholes,” said Tony fully exposing his hirsute anus.

    “Love them,” said Stacy as she applied her lips and tongue to the brown wrinkled rosette of flesh.  Stacy’s circled the base of his balls with her hand as she swiped her tongue over his anus.  Behind her Ron rested his belly on her lower back as he positioned his cock at her opening.  Stacy quickly reached between her legs to take hold of his cock and force it into her vagina.  Stacy glanced over to see Traci moving slowly between Steve and Doug.

     “That’s right cunt.  Eat my brown hole,” said Tony as Stacy forced the tip of her tongue through his anal opening.

     I wonder how Portia is doing with the Japanese gentlemen thought Stacy as she worked her tongue in Tony’s asshole while Ron slammed into her vagina.  Portia’s fellow hostess, Kendra, looked older.  I wonder how many of the sixty-four cocks here will I have in me before this is over.  It appears I’ll have four before nine o’clock.

***

   

    “You’re right, their semen does taste fishy,” said Kendra.  The two girls, naked except for socks and saddle oxfords, were standing at the cart watching their foursome tee off.

     “I read somewhere that Japanese women complain American jism tastes like beef,” said Portia before placing her hand on Kendra’s shoulder turning her for a kiss.

     “That was nice,” said Kendra after returning the kiss.  I wish there was more time for just the two of us to be together.

     “I live in Cambridge near Harvard,” said Portia as she bent over to gently suck Kendra’s nipple.

     “I’m north in Lexington.  You can suck harder.  I like it to hurt a little, actually a lot.

     “Where the embattled Minutemen stood and fired the shot heard round the world,” said Portia.  “I once read that the Minutemen sodomised all the British prisoners they took that day.”

     “Lexington’s still a great town for sodomy.  Half of the male population is getting it on the down low including my husband.  He belongs to a group that meets at a local motel for hours of non-stop homosexual intercourse. He’s a total bottom.  He’s got quite a rosebud when he gets back home.”

     “You don’t mind,” asked Portia?

     “Not as long as he doesn’t mind me having fun occasionally,” said Kendra.

     “Suburbia is truly a wicked place.  I’m looking forward to the time when I live there,” said Portia.

   “What do you do,” asked Kendra reaching between Portia’s legs to feel her wet sex?  She pushed two fingers into Portia’s sex causing semen to drip down her thighs.

     “Junior year, Harvard School of Government, You?” said Portia opening her stance to allow Kendra’s fingers to penetrate her deeper.

     “Part time architect for McCain & Robinson plus taking care of a husband and two wonderful children, Nicole and Elliot, fourteen and thirteen,” said Kendra licking her fingertips.  “You taste delicious.”

     “Sounds challenging,” said Portia sucking hard on Kendra’s now fully erect nipple.  Kendra moaned when Portia pressed it flat with her teeth.

     “It is but I love the work and being a mother. Lloyd is wonderful too.  We share our love for sado-masochism.  Our only concern is we’re both submissive.  Bite harder,” said Kendra.  “I prefer pain with sex.”

     “And I like causing it.  Preliminarily, I’d say we’re a good match,” said Portia.  “I’ve been wanting to explore the sadistic side of my personality.”

     “Here’s my work number, cell number and email,” said Kendra removing a card from her bag to give to Portia.  “Give me a call next week and we can get together.”

     “I’d like that.  Stacy and I have been talking about domination and submission.  We’ve both been submissives and we’d like to try domination,” said Portia.

    “I’ve got a great idea.   If your friend came along, she could dominate Lloyd.  He would just die if I told him a beautiful blonde college girl with large breasts was coming over to stripe his butt.  I’ll find an excuse to get my two out of the house for the day so we’ll have the place to ourselves.  There’s a fully equipped play space in the basement.  It’s even soundproof.  No matter how loud we scream the neighbors won’t hear a thing.”

    “I’d love to make you scream,” said Portia crushing Kendra’s nipple flat.

   

***

   

    “Anyone want a strapon up their butt,” asked Traci leaning over the bed to pull out two leather harnesses each equipped with long clear plastic dildos?

     “Yeah, I’m feeling a little homo,” said Doug who was at the moment underneath Stacy.  Stacy was a little surprised when the others quickly agreed to have their rectum’s invaded with the foot long dildos.

     “Here, Stacy, you can be blue,” said Traci handing Stacy the harness with the blue tinted dildo.  Following Traci’s lead, Stacy fitted the shorted end of the dildo inside her vagina then tighten the nylon straps around her thighs and waist.  As she was adjusting the Velcro fastener around her waist, she looked down to see Doug sucking hard on her faux cock.

     Stacy took a firm grip on his thinning hair before shoving the cock head to the back of his throat.

     “You like sucking cock.  Don’t you Doug?” asked Stacy using her hips to thrust into his mouth.

      “Fucking love it, cunt.  Now get busy and give me a good reaming,” Doug said as he switched positions to offer Stacy his sphincter.  Stacy squeezed lube over the puckered brown tissue then forced his hole open with her fingers.

      “That’s right, slut, finger fuck my nasty asshole,” said Doug between moans of pleasure.

     Stacy reached deeper until she felt Doug’s prostate.  Her fingertips slowly stroked the walnut sized gland as she took a firm grip on the base of his testicles and pulled down.

    “Oh baby, you must be a pro,” said Doug pushing back to force Stacy’s fingers deeper.  Doug’s uninhibited loud moans filled the small room as her fingers stroked his prostate while her hand gently squeezed and twisted his balls.

    “Let’s see if I can make it come out your mouth,” said Stacy getting to her feet to straddle Doug.

    “Fuck the shit out of me,” said Doug as Stacy positioned the sizeable cockhead just inside his anus.  Stacy moved it slightly back and forth stimulating his sphincter.  Her hands took a firm grip on his love handles.

    “Get ready, Doug.  I’m going to light you up,” said Stacy before using her strong arms and legs to penetrate Doug to the maximum extent possible.

    “Oh shit,” screamed Doug his rectum a center of fiery pain.

    “You can take it, baby.  I’m going to give you the ride of your life,” said Stacy repeating her downward thrusts a dozen more times.

    “You’re killing me, bitch, but I love it,” yelled Doug reaching back to pull his enormous buttocks apart to allow deeper penetration.  

    The two girls swapped partners until each of the men could state both girls had sodomised him.  At Doug’s suggestion, Traci stuck her strapon in Stacy’s ass then transferred it to her mouth. Stacy got to return the favor.

    “You two are real pig sluts, sucking a dildo that just been inside all our assholes.  You know what that makes you,” asked Doug?

    “An ATM whore,” said Traci.

    “What’s that,” asked Steve?

    “Ass to Mouth whores,” said Traci licking the plastic cockhead Stacy had seconds before taken out of her ass.

    “Ass to mouth, I like that,” said Doug.

    It was time to get dressed and go to the first tee when the four men decided to end their lovemaking by giving the girl’s facials.

    “Swallow my spunk, cunts,” said Doug jerking his cock kneeling beside the two girls.  Stacy and Traci were in the center of the bed lying on their backs in opposite directions.  Their heads were side by side their ears touching.  Their mouths were open with tongues extended.

     Steve was on the opposite side from Doug.  Stacy’s hand rhythmically squeezed Doug’s testicles.  Beside her, Traci was performing identically with Steve.

    “Gonna blow,” said Doug resting his cockhead on Stacy’s tongue as he furiously stroked his shaft.  Her hand was working his scrotum while her tongue teased his piss slit.

    “I’ll swallow every drop,” said Stacy maintaining eye contact while her expression reflected the deep desire and lust she felt.

   “Take that, slut,” said Doug squirting his first load of the day onto Stacy’s face and tongue.  Seconds later, Traci felt Steve’s jism land in her open mouth.  Both girls waited until their faces were coated with semen before taking the cockhead in their mouth to extract the final few drops.  Then they turned to one another and licked the come off each other’s face.  Then they put their lips together noisily swapping the contents back and forth until they swallowed.

    “Our turn,” said Ron as he and Tony replaced Doug and Steve.

    Momentarily, the two swapped more ejaculate before swallowing the residue.

    “You two are hot little whores,” said Doug wiping his cock in Stacy’s hair.  “I pity the stupid bastard that marries you.”

    Everyone had to clean up and dress to get downstairs for their tee time.  Right before they were to start, Doug’s foursome swapped Stacy and Traci with another foursome waiting to tee off.  As it turned out, it was the first of many times, the two girls were traded during the eighteen holes of golf.

    Stacy was a little surprised at the trade but Traci had expected it.  “You heard Doug.  We’re just a piece of ass to them.  Besides, men had genetically programmed to breed with each member of the herd,” said Traci.

    “You two whores get naked,” said Larry the new foursome’s leader.  The two girls slipped out of their uniform and climbed into the golf cart clad only in saddle oxfords and sun visor.

Chapter 40 Rape In The Woods

 

    “Mount up and ride, Tim,” said Portia to the CEO of the largest bank of Arizona.

    “Don’t mind if I do,” said the executive speaking in a Western accent as he pulled his zipper down to free his cock.  

    If this keeps up, I’m going to get a new personal record for most men fucked in a day thought Portia as she took a firm hold on the back of the golf cart assumed a wide stance and bent over at the waist.   I’ve already lost count and there are still four holes to go.  However, sixty-four would be the theoretical max.  I wonder how many times a female vagina can sustain intercourse in a twelve-hour period without suffering damage.

    I recall reading about an American army nurse who was captured in World War II at the fall of Corregidor.  Since she was young and pretty, the Japanese made her a comfort girl and placed her in a brothel for their soldiers.  She claimed to have serviced over a hundred soldiers each day for three years.  I did four Japanese this morning and I am none the worse for wear.

     Stacy was gang raped by twenty Puerto Ricans in New York and was fine the next day.  I suppose women are genetically equipped to handle repeated penetration.  Some of us love it.  Being used over and over by men you’ve barely met and don’t know is quite a turn on.  And having to act the part of the anxious to please whore desperate for their cock adds to the fun.

    Whatever the final count it’s certainly passes my previous record for outdoor sex noted Portia.  Screwing on a golf course overlooking a mountain lake is invigorating decided Portia as she wiggled her bottom provocatively for the tall lean man preparing to enter her.

    Traci was right about their using erectile dysfunction drugs.  These guys are out performing the black jocks on my high school’s basketball team.  There’s no end of erections and the one I’m about to take is pretty large.

    “Please, Tim, put it in my pussy.  It’s so big and I need it so bad,” said Portia after wetting her lips then looking over her shoulder at the middle-aged man slapping his cock on her backside.  The forked fingers of one hand separated her labia.

    “Don’t worry, cunt.  I’m going to give you all you can handle,” said Tim rubbing his cock between her butt cheeks teasing her sphincter.  He surprised her with a loud swat to her rear that left her cheek burning.  His hand took a firm grasp on her hair pulling her head back.

    “Oh yeah, spank me, that makes me so horny,” cooed Portia reacting positively to the pain and manhandling.

    “You got it, bitch,” said Tim.

    “Harder,” yelped Portia as a series of open palmed slaps landed on her bottom.

    “Turned your ass red,” said Tim his thumb pressing against her sphincter.

    “Good, now fuck the living shit out of me, Tim,” demanded Portia.

    Portia felt the stiff cock wedge apart the crack of her ass.  A sharp cry from the direction of the lake caught her attention.  She watched as a crying loon circled high above then spiraled downward to scoop up a fish.  As the loon tilted its beak to swallow the fish, Portia swayed her back then reached with one arm between her legs to guide Tim’s penis into her pussy.  Her cunt was dripping fluids and he easily glided in until he reached her cervix.  Portia moaned with pleasure.  She inhaled deeply contracting her abdominal muscles.  Out on Winnipesaukee, the loon beat its powerful wings and soared into the air.

    “You got a talented pussy, Portia,” said Tim.

    “And it loves having your big dick inside it.  Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard,” said Portia once more getting off from the sound and feel of his testicles slapping against her sex.

    “I like your asshole,” said Tim slipping his thumb inside Portia’s rectum.

    “And it likes your finger. Open me up.  I love ass play,” Portia responded as she clamped her sphincter down on Tim’s index finger.

    “Mind if I spit in it,” asked Tim deciding his last minute decision to attend the golf weekend was an excellent one?

    “Go ahead.  I love it when a man spits in my open butt,” Portia said.

    “I wish Merriam would let me spit in her butt.”

    “Merriam,” asked Portia enjoying the sensation of a second index finger in her anus?

    “My wife, she’s not very accommodating to my needs.  She thinks anal is disgusting.”

    “Well, I’m not Merriam.  I think it’s hot as hell for a man to spit in my shithole,” said Portia adding a mix of lust and sexual desperation to her voice.

    “You are one hot little bitch,” said Tim releasing a mouthful of warm spit.

    “Oh yeah, Tim, fill me with your hot spit,” said Portia sensing the arrival of Tim’s sputum in her open butthole.    

    “Double duty time,” said another golfer named Ken slipping under Portia’s arm to take a position directly in front of her.  He was leaning against the back of the cart.  Portia flicked her tongue over his wet cock.  Portia could taste Kendra’s pussy as it pressed against the back of her throat.

    “Choke on it, you tattooed cunt,” said Ken taking a firm hold of Portia’s head and forcing her to accept two inches of his manhood into her throat.  After a few seconds of enjoying Portia’s gagging and choking, he pulled his drool-covered cock out of her mouth.

    “Say oink, oink, pig slut,’ said Ken.

    “Oink, oink,” replied Portia dutifully as she developed the necessary rhythm for servicing two cocks at once.

    “Your shot, Tim,” said someone and the man pummeling Portia’s snatch moved away to be replaced by another.  Portia felt a fresh gob of spit land inside her rectum and slide down in her bowel.

***

   

    “Ouch,” said Stacy feeling the paintball impact on her inner thigh.

    “I got her.  The blonde bimbo is ours,” yelled someone triumphantly from behind a nearby tree.

    “Nice shot, you almost nailed her in the pussy,” said his partner.

    Following the rules in the information packet, Stacy stopped in her tracks waiting for the hunters to claim their prey.  Leslie had provided guidance for each hostess to read before the event.

     “The Paintball Hunt is a new addition to our charity golf outing.  It is intended to bring out the macho in our donors by pretending it’s a rape in the woods by total strangers.  Things may be a little wild and rough but remember it’s for a good cause.  While you’re enduring a few minutes of discomfort think of the poor women who live for years in abusive relationships.  Those thoughts should see you through moments of brutality.”

    Leslie’s write-up had included some insight into the men’s behavior during the hunt.

    “Our donors are leaders in their respective fields and as such are Alpha males.  In their world they are the predators.  Make the hunt a challenge.  We don’t want it to be too easy.  On the other hand, its’ important they bag at least one hostess.  Make them work but not too hard.  We wouldn’t want anyone left out.”

    Stacy was wearing an abbreviated cotton dress made of tiger stripes camouflage cloth.  The hem exposed the bottom of her buttocks.  Her bra and panty were also camouflage material.  Even her cross trainers were decorated with tiger stripes.  A clothing manufacturer located in New York’s garment district had donated the outfit as a charitable contribution.  Goggles protected her eyes from errant paint shots. When the three in Suite 11 were dressing, Portia informed them the French during the Vietnam War had invented the now ubiquitous tiger stripes camouflage.

    “And we all know what happened to the French in Indo-China,” added Portia.

    “No, what happened,” asked Traci?

    “They got fucked,” said Portia causing everyone to laugh.

    The thirty-two hostesses had been given a five-minute head start to disappear into the eighty-acre nature reserve surrounding Moynahan Castle.  Ninety minutes later, Leslie would sound a claxon signaling the end of the hunt.

     “Catch them and rape them,” yelled Leslie when she signaled for the men to begin the hunt.

     Stacy had been slowly jogging along a path when she was hit.  Two middle age men in full camouflage and goggles appeared out of the trees rushing toward Stacy to claim their prize.

     “Tie her over that log,” said the shorter of the two as they arrived.  His nametag read Roger.

     Nearby was a fallen giant whose death must have occurred several years before. There was a bed of moss covering the top of the tree trunk.

     “Please don’t hurt me.  I was just out for a walk,” said Stacy engaging in the role-play suggested by Leslie. Stacy was doing her best to act terrified.

     “Shut the fuck up, bitch.  Lay on your back over the log,” said the man whose nametag read Bruce as he roughly grabbed Stacy’s arm pushing her toward the log.

     Stacy heard the familiar sound of Velcro being pulled apart.  Traci had mentioned the hunters would be equipped with nylon straps and Velcro fasteners to restrain their captured prey.  Her wrists were tightly circled as she was bent backward over the log.  Fortunately the moss made for a soft bed.

    “Don’t move, cunt,” said Bruce brandishing a nasty looking hunting knife.

    “Don’t cut me.  Please sir, I’ll never trespass again,” said Stacy hoping Bruce was role-playing too and not for real.

    “Cut open the wrapper, Bruce, and let’s see if she’s looks as good naked.  I’ve already got a hardon,” said Roger.

    “What are you going to do,” asked Stacy doing her best to appear on the verge of hysteria?

    “Shut up or I’ll cut your face,” said Bruce looking like he meant it as he placed the knife against Stacy’s cheek.  Stacy became instantly aware that things might get out of hand

    “I’ll be quiet.  Just don’t cut me, please,” whispered Stacy.

    Stacy screamed as Bruce slipped the tip of his knife under the dress’s neckline and cut downward. The sharp blade easily sliced the thin material leaving Stacy in her bra and panty.

    “She’s incredible.  We really lucked out,” said Roger passing the nylon straps under the log to loop them around Stacy’s ankles.

    “Let’s see if the collars and cuffs match,” said Bruce slicing through the crotch material of Stacy’s panty.

    “Whats the verdict,” asked Roger from beneath the log.  He was pulling the nylon straps to take up the slack?

    “Can’t tell, whore’s pussy.  Not a hair on it,” said Bruce spreading Stacy’s sex open.  Stacy assuming the role of an about to be raped innocent young female began to cry when Bruce felt her sex.  His fingers roughly pushed into the nerve dense tissue surrounding her vaginal opening causing her to cry out.  She felt something being fastened around her ankles spreading her legs apart to the point her groin muscles protested.

    “I brought a few things to make this more interesting.  I knew an ankle spreader would come in handy.  Nothing like it for keeping a pussy wide open,” said Roger adjusting the telescoping metal rod to its maximum.

    You’re hurting me,” cried Stacy fearing her hip joints were being dislocated.

    “Where did you get that fucking thing, Roger,” asked Bruce as he slipped the tip of his knife under the center of Stacy’s bra?  The bra cups snapped apart due to Stacy’s overstretched position.   Bruce took Stacy’s nipples in his fingers and twisted them hard as he pulled upward.  “These are about the best looking pair of tits I ever saw.”

    “Please stop.  They’re very sensitive,” pleaded Stacy.

    “I said shut the fuck up,” said Bruce emphasizing his words with a vicious twist of Stacy’s bud. Stacy could only whimper in pain as he rolled the crushed flesh back and forth between his fingers.  Tiring of her left nipple, he applied his painful attentions to her right.

    “Kimberly ordered it from a WEB site,” said Roger tightening each strap in turn trying to make the tension uniform.  Stacy’s body almost circled the log.  Her back and shoulders ached from the strain.  The crown of her head was pointed toward the forest floor.  Her hands and feet were within a foot of touching one another.

    “Kimberly let you fuck her with it on,” asked Bruce?

    “Me and several others according to the detective I hired.  He got her on video with her personal trainer and the pool boy.  Her lawyer told her not to even think about contesting our pre-nupt.  That’s what I get for marrying a whore I met in Vegas.  Here hold this tight while I fasten it so blondie can’t move an inch.  I want it to hurt.”

    “Kimberly liked it that way,” asked Bruce pressing Stacy down hard against the log?  “There, she’s ready. You go first.  It was your shot got her.”

    “She liked to feel open and helpless.  She begged me to tie her to the bed, spread her open with this and whip her snatch with my belt.”

    “Really, this one could use a little warming up,” said Bruce placing his hand on Stacy’s sex causing her to whimper.

    “Oh, I almost forgot.  I brought something else to make sure blondie knows the difference between a rape and a fuck,” said Roger reaching into his backpack for a pair of heavy brass objects.  He handed one to Bruce.

    “Looks nasty.  What the fuck is it?” asked Bruce examining the ornately fashioned tool of torture.  It was circular with a hole in the center.

    “They’re called Bangkok Bud Crushers.  I got them on my last trip to Thailand.  They were a gift from the owner of the factory where they make one of our clothing lines.  Pimps in Thailand use them to discipline whores who don’t know their place.  He uses them when one of the seamstresses complains about the pay or the working conditions.  When I arrived, he had a labor agitator hanging stripped at the factory entrance wearing a pair of these.  You talk about regrets.  When he cut her down, she kissed his feet for letting her go then crawled away holding what was left of her boobs.  I asked about them so he gave me a pair as a gift,” said Roger.  “Hell of a nice fellow.”

    “Wish we could handle labor and management problems like that.  I got some stuck up cocks teasers in my call center I would love to see wearing a pair of these,” said Bruce hefting the device.  “Sucker’s heavy.  How do they work?”

    “Simple enough,” said Roger turning the disc over to show the rows of tiny sharp teeth on the underside.  “It’s spring loaded. Press down here to cock it,” said Roger demonstrating how to cock the trigger.  A loud click sounded.

    “Like this,” asked Bruce his knuckles turning white from the strain?  He barely managed to cock his device. “Sucker has a serious spring.  Are you sure this won’t take her nipple right off?”

    “If it does, we’ll have to say we’re sorry,” said Roger laughing.

    “Fucking Thais, those yellow bastards got nothing better to do than think up shit like this all day.  No wonder they’re still riding elephants,” said Bruce.  “So show me.  I’m anxious to get my cock in her snatch.”

   “First you suck her tit hard so her zicker is fully extended,” said Roger leaning down to take Stacy’s breast in her mouth.  Stacy squealed in pain as Roger’s cheeks hollowed as he applied all the suction he could muster.

    Bruce felt his cock harden as Roger’s mouth created a fiery pain in Stacy’s breast.  Her pleas for Roger to stop accented by the tremors of her legs made him anxious to climb on Stacy and enter her.  Her fear of them and what they might do to her excited him enormously.

    “Please don’t put that on me.  I’ll do anything you want, said Stacy crying real tears of pain.

    “When you got her bud at full attention like so, you place the crusher over the center of her tit and pull her nipple through the center hole like so,” said Roger managing to capture Stacy’s fully erect and wet nipple on the first try.

   “You got it,” said Bruce.  “Now what?”

   “Pull it out as far as you can and give it a half twist,” said Roger.  “Stretch that baby until it’s on the verge of ripping off.”

    “Hurry up, I can’t wait to fuck the bitch,” said Bruce unzipping his trousers and exposing his cock.

   “Honey, this is really going to hurt and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it,’ said Bruce grinning at Stacy as he fingered her sex.

    “She’s scared shitless,” said Roger.  “I bet she screams her fucking head off.”

    “She will.  Then you smile, look in her eyes and press the trigger.  A Bangkok pimp always looks in the whore’s eyes as he releases the spring,” said Roger as he pressed the small trigger.  There was a click and the entire base of Stacy’s nipple was instantly crushed in steel teeth. The pain was instantaneous and Stacy’s repeated scream echoed through the forest.  In spite of the tautness of the nylon straps, Stacy writhed in pain

   “I don’t think she liked it,” laughed Bruce pushing several fingers inside Stacy’s sex.

   “Now, Bruce, you do the other tit.  Oh, does it hurt, honey?” taunted Roger grabbing Stacy’s jaw to hold her head still.  “You got nothing to complain about, Sweet Cheeks. You’re getting off easy.”

    “No, please no,” screamed Stacy as Bruce’s mouth covered the end of her breast and began to suck her nipple creating excruciating pain.

     “In Asia, a pimp will hang a girl who misbehaves from a beam by her thumbs then fasten a pair of these on her titties and leave her overnight.  Next day and from then on, she is very anxious to do whatever the fuck he says.  If it wasn’t against the rules, I find a trim limb and string you up.”

    “Too bad, we can’t use them on our wives,” said Bruce as he pulled Stacy’s nipple through the center of the disc.  Bruce leaned over to where his face was only inches from hers.  Stacy pleas for mercy were ignored.  Bruce pressed the trigger causing hundreds of pointed metal teeth to enter her areola.

    Stacy’s muscular contortions and loud screams brought a broad smile to his face.  “These bud crushers are really something.  Next time you over seas, can you pick me up a pair?”

    “Sure, but its going to be hard to find someone who’ll let you use them on her,” said Roger.

    “I don’t intend to ask,” said Bruce flicking the bud crushers with his thumbnail causing Stacy additional pain.

    “Please take it off.  You can do what ever you want with me but take that off,” begged Stacy unable to stand the fiery pain in her breasts.

    All through the Moynahan Nature Preserve, the hunters vied with one another to cause their captives intense pain.  Many of the men were well traveled.  Their trips abroad had afforded them the opportunity to acquire instruments of sexual torture from many different countries.

    “Does that hurt, sweetheart,” asked Roger twisting the ornate brass clamp causing Stacy to scream.

    “It must sting a little.  Her nipples look like a overripe cranberry,” said Bruce noting how Stacy’s nipples had turned dark red and swollen to twice their normal size.

    “God yes, please take it off.  I’ll do anything just take it off my titties,” begged Stacy.

    “Tough shit, we’re just getting started.  Ever had your pussy whipped?” asked Roger removing his leather belt.  Bruce followed his partner’s lead and removed his.

    “No, please no more, go ahead and fuck me but don’t hurt me anymore,” said Stacy fighting to control the pain in her breasts and back.  Leslie had not mentioned whether S&M was allowed when they were discussing the hunt but it was assumed the rape sex might get a little rough.

   “I think she really wants us to whip her cunt.  What do you think, Bruce?” asked Roger tapping his leather belt on Stacy’s exposed clit.

   “Yeah, deep down, all whores love to be shown whose boss and there is nothing like a good hiding on their snatch to do just that,” said Bruce.

   “We’ll take turns. You go first.  We’ll let her count.  If she fucks up before we get to twenty, we’ll start over,” said Roger.

   “One,” screamed Stacy as Roger’s belt landed on her sex.  In spite of the forest’s cool shade, she was covered in sweat.  Stacy focused her mind on the pictures of abused women and children that Portia had shown her on the Women In Harm’s Way WEB site.  What’s a little belt whipping compared to a man using you as punching bag for years thought Stacy while screaming, “Two,” as Bruce’s belt flattened her labia and clitoris sending horrible pains throughout her body.  Between her own screams, Stacy heard other hostesses’ cries from different parts of the preserve.

   “That’s twenty.  She’s warmed up,” said Roger placing his belt to one side as he stroked his hard cock.

   “Now, that’s the way a pussy should look, hot, swollen and red,” said Bruce pushing two fingers in Stacy’s vaginal opening.  “Hey. Blondie, your cunt hurt?”

   “Yes, please don’t whip me anymore.  I couldn’t bear it,” said Stacy.

   “Shit, look at that, Roger,” pulling his glistening fingers out of Stacy.  “She’s dripping pussy juice.  Young women today are nothing but whores.”

    “It’s MTV.  My stepdaughter watches it all the time.  Her mom caught her and her boyfriend doing the nasty last week.  Notice anything special about how her pussy looks,” asked Roger.

    “Yeah, the way you got her stretch over the log with her legs apart causes her mound to stand up,” said Bruce.

    “Right, her pubic bone is titled upward.  Women’s pelvic bones are more flexible than a man’s, something to do with childbirth.  My brother taught me that.  He’s an orthopedic surgeon at Mass General,” said Roger.

    “What’s the result,” asked Bruce continuing to finger fuck a whimpering Stacy’s cunt.

    “Tighter fuck for us and more painful for the girl,” said Roger positioning his cockhead at Stacy’s opening.

    “I’m going to skull fuck her,” said Bruce climbing over the log.  “Now watch the teeth and don’t bite, Sweet Cheeks, or I’ll cut that pretty face. Maybe take an ear for a souvenir of my weekend.”

    “I won’t bite.  Don’t cut me,” said Stacy licking Bruce’s cock.

    Stacy groaned, as Roger slammed hard into her upraised pubic bone.  His brother the surgeon was right.  Her sex felt incredibly tight as Roger’s cock pushed in what seemed like the wrong direction against her vaginal wall.  The normally pleasurable act of sexual intercourse had been transformed into torture.  Stacy’s focused her oral attention on sucking cock as she endured the painful thrusts into her vagina.

   These men may be respectable CEOs but they sure know how to make sex hurt decided Stacy.  My spine feels like it is about to break. My nipples are sources of indescribable pain.  My labia and clit are on fire from their belts.  The way they positioned me makes simple intercourse an act of intense agony.  Each time he drives his cock home, it’s like he’s ripping my pussy apart.  What does Alicia, my yoga instructor say?  Take your mind into the pain.  Concentrate on it.  Embrace it.  Use your breath to control your body.  Stacy began a four-count breath regimen.  As Roger’s cock spewed semen in her tortured sex, the breath control regimen began to take effect.  Bruce quickly took his place.  Stacy felt Roger’s semen flow down her thighs as Bruce entered her.  Roger’s cock covered in his semen and her vaginal fluids forced its way past her lips.

   Stacy reached a tipping point and the diminishing pain became growing pleasure. “Rape me, motherfuckers,” cried Stacy surprising her captors.  Moments later, Bruce’s semen joined his partners inside Stacy’s tortured cunt.

    “Roger, Bruce, is that you,” yelled a voice from a short distance away.  The thick forest had concealed their presence.

    “Keith, yeah, its us,” yelled Bruce.

    “Its’ me and Mason.  Want to swap,” asked Keith?

    “Maybe, who you got there,” asked Roger?

    “Says her name is Portia.  She’s the slut with the tattoos and piercings.  Got a nice tight ass or at least it was until we stuck both our cocks in it.”

    “All right, be there in a second,” said Roger reaching up to remove the ornate clamps from Stacy’s breasts.  A simple push of the release button and the metal teeth retracted.  The removal brought a new wave of agony as the blood re-entered crushed capillaries.

    Even through her screams, she recognized Portia as the source of a long plaintive wail of pain.

    Moments later, Stacy heard the approach of the two men.  She grunted in pain as one of the men forced his cock in her.   The two took their time slamming hard into her vagina and mouth, frequently swapping positions.

   Later, when both men had finished, the siren sounded signaling the then end of the hunt.  Stacy was released and helped to her feet.

    “Did you enjoy that, Stacy?” asked Keith?

    “It got a little rough but I like it rough,” said Stacy rubbing her sore breasts recalling that she had sucked Keith off that morning on the sixteenth green.  They were slowly walking back in the direction of the castle.

     “I suppose we fellows get a little carried away,” said Mason observing the damage done to Stacy’s breasts.

     “I figure it’s for a good cause,” said Stacy as they caught up with Portia, Roger, and Bruce.

    “You okay,” asked Portia who looked all in?

    “Fine, never better,” said Stacy rolling her eyes at Portia.

    “Me too, I just wish we could do it again soon,” said Portia lifting up her boobs.  “Weren’t those Bangkok Bud Crushers the most fun ever?”

     “Yes, we should search the WEB and see if we could buy a pair,” said Stacy.

     “You girls are tough little whores,” said Roger as they reached the front of the castle.

***

 

    “Pain killers, anyone?” asked Leslie running around on the floor apologizing for the punishment the hostesses had taken.

    “What do you have?” asked Portia looking in Leslie’s box of prescription medicine?

    “Percoset, Vicodin, several different tranquilizers,” said Leslie holding the open box for Portia to make her selection.

    “The bastards whipped my pussy until I fainted,” said Traci sitting on the bed using a compact mirror to examine her swollen and inflamed sex.  “Then they fucked me in the ass after which they swapped me which meant another whipping followed by another round of getting all three orifices penetrated.  They were animals.”

    “Next year, I promise you there will not be a paintball hunt.  I had no idea they would be so brutal.  Fortunately, no one was seriously injured.”

    “I loved it,” said Kendra looking over her shoulder in the mirror at her heavily stripped rear.  “Simon had a tawse made from real kangaroo.  He wanted me beg him to stop.  His arm wore out before I did.”

    “I got my boobs perforated and crushed,” said Stacy examining her breasts.  “Plus they whipped my pussy with their belts.”

    “Mine too, they hurt like hell,” said Portia selecting several pills then handing the pill box to Stacy.

    “Sorry, everyone, my fault, forgive me and try to remember its for a good cause.  But let’s remember why we’re here and put the paintball rape behind us.  Tonight’s banquet will be much easier. There will be no violence or pain.  I suggest everyone rest for two hours before they start to get ready,” said Leslie

         

   

 

   

Chapter 41 The Banquet

    “Have you ever been to an orgy,” asked Traci making idle conversation in an attempt to relieve the boredom and discomfort of her position?  Traci was resting on her elbows and the sides of her knees.   Her thighs were extended perpendicular to her body.  Her position resembled a frog and afforded the maximum exposure of her anus.  If her tummy hadn’t been resting on two pillows the position would have been unbearable.  Portia was kneeling at her rear applying body paint.

    “I don’t think so, not sure,” said Portia after thinking a minute while she held the smoke from the marijuana cigarette in her lungs.  “I’ve been in lots of group fucks and I’ve been gang banged but a true orgy, no, I don’t think I have.”  Portia handed the joint to Traci who took a deep draw.

    “You were gangbanged, Portia.  That sounds awesome.  Tell me what happened, girl,” asked Traci before filling her lungs?  “This is tremendous dope.  You have to promise to get me some to take on my honeymoon.”

    “Will do.  Our dealer has an extensive bridal registry,” said Stacy combing her hair.

    “I attended Peter Richards High School in East Trenton, NJ.  Being able to survive a gangbang was a graduation requirement at Double Dicks,” said Portia carefully outlining the large red lips she was body painting around Traci’s sphincter.

    “Who gangbanged you?” asked Traci?

    “The first time it was my older sister, Margaux.  She and a half dozen of her dyke friends got me drunk then dildo fucked me to celebrate my birthday.  They screwed me until I couldn’t come anymore then packed my orifices with sex toys and duct taped me to the school’s flag pole,” said Portia.

    “You went to a tough school,” said Traci wondering what it would have been liked to be in Portia’s situation.  Being naked and vulnerable appealed to her Traci’s erotic nature.

    “One of the toughest, the next time it was in the boy’s locker room.  The football jocks decided it would be fun to gang rape the Goth girls.  One day after practice, they grabbed us and took us to the locker room where they made us strip for them. They tied us face down with our butts hanging off the benches.”

     “Did the coach stop them,” asked Traci?

     “It was the coach’s idea.  He went first.  Although it started off scary, it ended okay.  They didn’t hurt us.  It was my first but not last extended ride on a locker room bench.  I lost my anal cherry that afternoon.”

     “Your stories are making me hot and ready for the orgy,” said Traci stroking her crotch as she filled her lungs with marijuana smoke.

     “What exactly makes an orgy an orgy?” asked Portia?

    “You have to have a crowd,” said Stacy taking the joint from Traci.

    “Total loss of sexual inhibitions, anything goes,” added Portia.

    “Indiscriminate coupling with both sexes,” said Stacy.

    “Piles of hot sweaty bodies starved for sexual intercourse in all forms and sizes,” said Portia.  “Everyone rubbing their organs together expressing a desperate yearning for penetration.”

    “Body fluids are swapped to the point, you’ve got the taste of every pussy and cock in the room in your mouth,” said Traci licking her lips.

    “Stop, you’re making me horny,” said Stacy.

    “Well if this year is anything like last, you can definitely add orgy experience to your resume,” said Traci.  “It will be wild.  Leslie has planned some kind of surprise.”

    “This dress leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination,” said Stacy looking at her self in the mirror.  The micro-fiber material formed itself around her breasts delineating her nipples.  “I’ve worn clothes that showed my nipples before but never my entire boob.  And look at the way it hugs my crotch.  You can see my labia.  This material acts like a second skin.”

    “A cocktail dress that displays a girl’s camel toes.  Isn’t it great to be alive and fucking in the America of today?” said Portia.

    “In high school we used to tease Stacy about always having her headlights on.  She’d spend the day walking around with her arms over them,” said Traci.

    “I had to.  The boys would pinch them and it hurt.  But I’ve changed since those days,” said Stacy gently squeezing her nipples to make them stand out.

    “You look gorgeous.  I wish I looked half that good,” said Traci turning her head to stare at Stacy.  “I’ve got to lose ten pounds before the wedding.”

    “That shade of blue suits you,” said Portia dressing quickly.  “And you definitely have the body for the dress.”

    “I’m skipping the panty,” said Stacy lifting the hem to hook her fingers in her thong.  She pushed it down and stepped out of the garment.  “It ruins the smooth line of the material.”

    “Now your camel toes really show.  I can even make out your clit,” said Portia.

    “Underwear is pointless.  Besides you’d never find it once they rip it off you.  Last year, the men started wearing our panties as head bands,” said Traci looking back at Stacy.

    “All done,” asked Portia finishing up Traci’s paint job?  “Easily my best work.”

    “Let me see,” asked Traci.  “No one’s ever painted my asshole before.”

    “Here,” said Portia handing Traci a mirror.

    “Fucking awesome, absolutely fucking awesome, Portia, you’re the Martha Stewart of asshole decoration,” said Traci.  “It makes me want to eat my own butt.”

    “Thank you, Traci,” said Portia putting the body paint aside and wiping her hands on a towel.   “You look terrific as always, Stacy.  That dress looks like it was made for you.  Who’s the designer?”

    “Olivia Matrice, who’s she?” asked Stacy reading the card that identified the donors of the third costume of the day as she turned to view her profile.  It wasn’t a designer Stacy was familiar with.

   “She’s new.  Leslie discovered her and is helping her break into the business,” said Traci stepping into an identically cut dress in a different color. “Zip me, please.”

    All the hostesses would be wearing identical dresses but in a half dozen different colors.  Traci was wearing red and Portia black. The style was incredibly simple.  What made the dresses spectacular was the way the material hugged the body.

    “Drugs, anyone,” asked Carole, the regional director of Women In Harm’s Way as she entered the room.  Carole, a tall brunette Stacy took to be in her forties was already dressed in her clinging Olivia Matrice.  She was carrying two baskets.  One contained phials of pills and the other bottles of mineral water.

    “What’s the pharmacist prescribing,” asked Traci?

    “Ecstasy, cocaine, Vicodin, and for the really adventurous, crystal meth,” said Carole offering the basket to the three.

    “Just E for me,” said Stacy taking two tablets and a bottle of water.

    “X for me too,” said Portia accepting the pills from Carole.

    “Well, since everyone says crystal meth is very dangerous and habit forming, I’ll give it a try,” said Traci taking one of the packets of crystal from the basket.  A moment later she took another one.  “I don’t want to run out of energy as long as there is a hard cock left in my great grandfather’s lake home.”

    “Whoa,” said Stacy stepping into her shoes and finding her balance.  The two-inch platform and five and a half inch heel raised her to well over six feet.   The ceiling seemed very close.

    “These shoes are a mind trip,” said Traci.

    “I hope I don’t fall and break a leg,” said Portia.

    “If you fall on the floor, a man, probably more than one, will fall on top of you,” said Traci giving herself a final check in the mirror.

    “We look terrific,” said Portia as the three girls stood side-by-side facing the mirror holding hands.

    “Shoes and dress, no hose or underwear, that’s what I call basic,” said Stacy.

    “Those fuckers are getting their money’s worth,” said Traci.

    “I plan on screwing my brains out tonight,” said Stacy.  “I am a desperately horny lioness who intends to prey on the males of my species as they preyed on me this afternoon.”

    “I will play the role of a post modern feminist doing research on how men of wealth, power, and position objectify a woman’s body treating her as a thing for their pleasure, not a real person.  I’m going to have to screw as many as possible to have a decent statistical sample,” said Portia.

    “I am just a blushing bride-to-be having one last desperate orgiastic fling before settling down into being the supportive and faithful wife of an ambitious young politician,” said Traci.

    Moments later, the three were standing on the landing with the other hostesses receiving final instructions from Carole.  The thirty-two hostesses had just posed for a group photograph.

    “This is it, girls.  Tonight is our last chance to garner support for a wonderful charity.  It’s very important each donor leaves, feeling he got excellent value for his gift,” said Carole.

    “We’re ready,” said several of the girls energized by the ingestion of drugs.

    “Now, Leslie insists everyone stay in control until dinner and the presentation is over.  So no under the table blow jobs until it’s done,” said Carole.

    “How about hand jobs?” asked someone?

    “Okay, as long as they’re not too obvious,” said Carole.  “But no climbing under the table no matter how much he wants you to suck his dick.”

    “How do we know when to let it all hang out,” asked Traci?

    “There will be a brief dance performance at the end of the formal presentation.  As soon as it is done, the real party starts.  Remember, the word no is not part of your vocabulary this evening.”

 

***

    “Has this been a terrific weekend or what,” shouted Leslie from the podium?  The audience loud applause indicated they agreed.

    The great hall of Moynahan Castle was as Stacy remembered it.  It was designed after a royal hunting lodge in Scotland where English nobility dined after the hunt.  Stacy could imagine drunken lords and their bare breasted ladies consuming the day’s kill.  Given what was about to happen, the only thing missing was a pack of dogs eating scraps under the table.

    From somewhere, Stacy recalled the Moynahan fortune was founded on lumber and wood pulp.  There were still Moynahan pulp mills in Canada but the family had sold its interest years ago.

    Everything was splendidly rustic.  The largest moose head, Stacy had ever seen, adorned the end of the room.  The floor was polished New Hampshire granite covered by wine colored oriental rugs. The walls were dark chestnut paneling harvested before the blight consigned the nation’s magnificent chestnut trees to extinction.  Stacy wondered how much longer the castle would stay in Moynahan family hands.

    Most of the enormous weekend lodges built by Traci’s great grandfather’s generation had been donated to conservation land banks or turned into condominium clubhouses.  With its large reserve of forest and superb lakefront, it was doubtlessly worth millions.  That reminded Stacy one day she would have to make similar decisions about the Todd’s estate and she had been too long between visits to her grandfather.

   “I can’t wait to have you,” whispered Larry, the man seated to Stacy’s right.  She had just finished jacking him off under the table.  She was considering asking the waiter for a fresh napkin given that she had just wiped his semen on her’s.  It had joined the ejaculate of Stewart, the man seated to her left.   Stacy’s countenance reflected her animal lust as she daintily licked her fingers.

    “You are so fucking hot.  That was incredible,” said Larry marveling at her skill and the passion that drove it.

    “You have my friend, Portia, to thank for that.  She taught me the hand job is our most underrated sex act.  Right Portia?” said Stacy.

    “Definitely, Stacy and I spent hours practicing with two friends to perfect our technique,” said Portia who was seated nearby.  Moments before, Portia’s hands had been covered by the reproductive fluids of her dinner companions.

    “I would have to stay it was time well spent,” said Larry.  “I can’t recall a better hand job.”

    “Nor can I,” added Stewart.  “Who were these lucky friends?”

    “Monk and Les, two fellow students, it was awfully nice of them to allow us to use their penises as learning tools,” said Stacy.

    “If I’d known, you could have used mine,” said Doug, Portia’s dinner partner and the overweight businessman who had been with Stacy and Traci that morning.

    “I’m sure you have more important things to do than sit around our condo letting us play with your dicks,” said Portia enjoying flirting with the older men.

    “Wrong,” said Tony, Portia’s other dinner partner.  Tony’s double dose of his erectile dysfunction drug had already restored his tumescence.  He was finding it difficult to resist his desire to carry Portia off to a quiet place where he could mount and fuck her until exhaustion.

    “You actually practiced your hand job techniques,” asked Stewart reaching underneath the table to feel Stacy’s warm sex.  Stewart was having a difficult time believing Stacy and Portia had engaged in a systematic effort to improve their skill at manually bringing a male to climax.  His workaholic schedule permitted only occasional intercourse with his wife who took far more interest in their two young children than pleasing her husband.

    “Yes, we used the Kama Sutra, a very excellent book on Tantric yoga, and several documents we googled from the Internet as source materials.  We believe there is a fundamental difference in approach between a good hand job and a good blow job or even a fuck,” said Portia.

    “Not to mention, the bottles of hand lotion we went through,” said Stacy surprised at how much she had been enjoying her dinner table conversation with men her father’s age.  She had thought the first part of the evening would be tedious.

    “Portia’s a genius when it comes to sex and painting.  I can’t wait to show everyone how she decorated my asshole,” whispered Traci to her dinner partners.

    “I can’t wait either,” said her dinner partner as he moved his fingers over her bare wet sex.

    “What makes a hand job different,” asked Larry?

    “The human hand is one of nature’s most versatile tools,” said Stacy holding up her hand and flexing her fingers.   It can apply pressure in a highly sensitive fashion; but you must be able to sense and interpret the biological feedback it receives from the male organ.”

     “Fingers are ideal for working from the base of the testicles where the frenum anchors the scrotum to the very tip of the penis in long even strokes,” said Portia taking both her partner’s penises in her hands and squeezing the tip.  “But I believe it is the way the fingers apply pressure to the very tip of the cockhead that make the critical difference.”

     “Skillfully applied pressure motivates the ejaculate to spring forth through the urethra at warp speed.  We believe a good hand job results in greater production of semen than its sister the beloved blowjob and even the holy grail of vaginal and anal intercourse,” said Portia sounding very clinical and authoritative.

    “I like a little ass play myself,” said Doug.

    “That’s what the other hand is for, Doug.  However, not at dinner,” said Portia laughing.

    The clanging of Leslie’s spoon against the side of her wine glass interrupted the discussion and returned everyone’s hands to top of the table and eyes to the podium.          

    The crowd of roughly a hundred did not begin to make the room appear crowded.  They’d responded to Leslie’s question with an enthusiastic roar of agreement.  Sexual anticipation was evident as the men hungrily eyed the hostesses.  Everyone sensed the serious part of the banquet was almost over.

    The evening had begun at 6:00 when each of the hostesses descended the stairs to be greeted by the two donors assigned by lottery as her dinner table companions.  This was intended to make sure the sexes interacted.  Leslie was aware of the possibility the men would group together on one side of the room and the women the other.  Her solution was to assign each hostess to two men she was to remain with until after dinner and they had screwed her at least once.

    “Stacy,” announced Carole when she appeared as the top of the landing. Waiting at the bottom were Stewart and Larry.  They looked awfully pleased as Stacy carefully navigated the steps in her platform heels.   During the cocktail hour, they talked freely about themselves.

    Stewart was the co-founder of a software firm whose recent initial public offering had made him an instant billionaire.  He was married to the woman who helped him start Orion Software.  His wife had recently stopped working to have their second child.  Stewart was younger than the others, in better shape, and proving more aggressive

    “Call me next week, Stacy.  We can go to dinner,” said Stewart slipping his business card in her tiny purse.   His hand gently squeezed her bottom as he made his offer.

    “I’d like that,” lied Stacy thinking there was no way she was going to become involved with another married man.  Mike Cabreeze was enough of a problem.  

    Larry was older than Stewart.  He looked to be in his late forties.  He managed a $130billion mutual fund for Boston’s largest investment firm.  After Stacy informed him she was a Harvard student, he had queried her closely about the admissions process.  His daughter graduated high school the next year and hoped to attend an Ivy League college.

    “Nancy plans to apply at Harvard but she thinks she has a better chance at Dartmouth because of lacrosse, Dartmouth’s more of a jock school,” said Larry showing Stacy a picture of a honey blonde girl holding a lacrosse stick in one hand and her helmet in the other.

    Looking at the picture of the smiling high school junior only a few years younger than her, Stacy though it odd her father’s hand was slowly moving up her leg.  At the moment, it was only inches from home base.

    “I’ve heard that about Dartmouth,” said Stacy encouraging him by placing her hand on his and moving it to her bare sex pressing it against her growing warmth and wetness.

    “God, you feel hot,” said Larry his fingers exploring her sex.  “Of course, Natalie and I will be supportive no matter where she winds up.”

    “That’s important.  College admissions are difficult.  I was a legacy which made it easier,” said Stacy opening her legs slightly to make herself more accessible.

    “I can’t wait until this is over.  I’m going to fuck you right here on this table,” whispered Larry in her ear.

    “I’d like that,” said Stacy placing her hands on both men’s crotch and squeezing gently.

    The evening had begun sedately with cocktails and finger food on the terrace over looking the lake.  It was just cool enough to make the hostesses nipples spring to attention.  At precisely 7:00, a gong had summoned them inside to the great hall for dinner. Seating was arranged in a long rectangle.  One end of the rectangle was elevated and contained the podium.

   A string quartet played classical music during dinner.  Platters of venison, wild bore, and game birds along with vegetarian dishes were brought to the diners.

    “Are you a meat eater,” asked Larry offering Stacy a plate of rare venison?

    “Yes, I love meat, as long as it’s rare,” said Stacy taking a portion.

    “I’ll like to buy you the best steak in Boston,” whispered Stewart in Stacy’s year.

    “I’d love that,” said Stacy smiling as she recalled Carole’s dictum to agree to anything and everything but forget it on the drive home.    

    Following dinner, Leslie had made a short slide presentation on how money from last year’s golf outing was used to improve Women In Harm’s Way.  Their donations had funded capital improvements to several shelters the charity operated in New England.

   Leslie then introduced Grace as one of the women who had been helped by Women In Harm’s Way.

    “Statistics are important and I’m sure we all want our donations to be spent where they will do the most good.  But numbers alone don’t convey the human side of the good that’s being done.  Tonight, someone who has been helped by your donations has prepared a multi-media presentation that speaks to the heart of the issue.  I would like to introduce Grace Broadhurst, a woman of courage and talent,” said Leslie.

    A petite brunette dressed in an Olivia Matrice stood up and walked slowly to the podium where she and Leslie exchanged kisses.  The lights dimmed.  A large screen behind the podium displayed the title, One Woman’s Journey by Grace Broadhurst.

    Stacy recognized Grace as one of the hostesses she had met on the golf course.  She and Traci had been exchanged for Grace and her partner.  When she last saw Grace that morning, she was kneeling naked on the green with Doug’s belly towering over her and his fat cock in her mouth.

    “My name’s Grace Broadhurst and Women in Harm’s Way saved my life.  I’m thirty-three years old and I have two children, Michelle and Justin.  They’re both home with my new husband and best friend, Charles.  I have to thank Charles for his support in creating what you are going to see tonight and encouraging me to be here this weekend.”

    Stacy winced at the mention of husband as best friend.  Portia’s my best friend thought Stacy and my husband is going to be my husband not a friend.  Several slides showed Grace and a handsome light complexioned man being married.  The man was tall and powerfully built.  The wedding pictures were the usual ones beginning at the church, continuing through the reception and ending with the bride and groom leaving in a limousine.

    “Matt and I met our final year at Pitt.  We had a June wedding at St. Paul’s in Jamaica Plain.  On that beautiful sunny day, I considered myself the luckiest woman in the world.  Matt, to me, was everything a husband should be.  We went to Aruba on our honeymoon where Matt indulged his hobby for amateur photography.  One of our wedding gifts was a video camera.”

   The large screen showed a short video clip of a smiling Grace walking along the beach topless waving to the camera.  The video wandered to show other topless bathers.  Grace had a good figure and the camera lingered over the tiny bikini that barely covered her bottom and sex.

   “Matt talked me into going topless on the beach. Of course, I wasn’t the only one.”

   Clip over, the next side showed Matt in the uniform of a Pitt football player.  The slide changed to show various publicity photos of Matt as a Pitt Panther.  The final slide was of Matt shaking hands with a man in a suit as he held up an Atlanta Falcons football jersey.

    “Matt played middle linebacker and made All American his senior year.  He was drafted in the second round by the Atlanta Falcons.”

    That was followed by more publicity stills of Matt as a Falcon. A picture of a large suburban home followed.

    “We purchased a beautiful home in Atlanta and I became pregnant with Michelle. It was a happy time.  Our social life revolved around the other Falcons and their families,” said Grace as the screen displayed a video clip of very pregnant Grace sitting on the edge of a hot tub.  Once again she was topless.  A very large muscular black man was seated between Grace and another woman who was also black, topless and pregnant. The black man’s enormous arms reached around both women to cup their milk-swollen breasts.

    “Those were our good friends Monique and Oliver.  Oliver was an all pro defensive tackle.  He and Matt were not only teammates but also good friends.  Monique and I delivered within a week of one another.  We partied with them and the other Falcon families.  The stories you hear about the uninhibited sex life of NFL players, coaches and their wives are true.  Our social life was incredibly active and the opportunity to have sex with world class athletes and their beautiful partners was very exciting to a girl from Springfield, Massachusetts.”

    The slide showed moved swiftly through a series of images of oversized men dancing and drinking with attractive women.  There was a slide of a nude Grace kneeling in front of another giant black man.  She was smiling at the camera as she passed her tongue over his cock.

    “Matt and I were young and we eagerly joined in the lifestyle until tragedy struck.”

    The next slide was from the Atlanta Constitution sports page.  The headline read, ‘Broadhurst Hurt in Practice’.

    “But our life in the NFL ended unexpectedly.  Matt sustained a knee injury that left him barely able to walk let alone play football.  I was pregnant with Justin when we sold our home in Atlanta and moved back to Boston.  Matt joined a securities firm and began training to get his broker’s license.

    He’s certainly good looking enough thought Stacy as a picture of Matt dressed in a business suit appeared on the screen.

    “Matt had a difficult time adapting to a world without football.  He became depressed and started to drink.  That was when he began to take out his frustrations on me,” said Grace as the screen displayed a picture of Grace lying in a hospital bed with a black eye.

    “One of the ER nurses at Brigham and Women’s took this the first time he beat me up.  She wanted to use it as evidence. She urged me to go to the police but I refused.  Matt begged me to forgive him.  He blamed the alcohol.  He told he would lose his job and our livelihood if he were arrested.  And he didn’t hit me again until the following Christmas.”

    “Christ,” whispered Stacy under her breath at the next image of what she assumed was Grace.  Both her eyes were swollen shut and almost her entire face was bruised.  The fingers of her left hand were in some sort of cast.

    “How awful,” whispered Larry squeezing Stacy’s thigh.

    “He broke my jaw and knocked out two of my teeth.  He cracked several ribs and bent my fingers back until they snapped.  I drove myself to the hospital after Matt came home drunk Christmas Eve and for no reason beat me senseless.  I woke up covered in blood.   He was passed out on the kitchen floor. A policeman at the ER took this picture as evidence but I foolishly refused to sign a complaint.  The head nurse told me if I didn’t divorce Matt, the next time I might as well bypass the ER and go directly to the morgue.  That was where women who stayed with batterers ended up.”

    The slide changed to what Stacy assumed was a barbecue in Grace’s backyard.   It was a typical suburban scene of Matt standing at the grill with his arm around Grace.  Both were smiling at the camera.   There were several other couples near by.

    “I threatened to leave Matt unless he sought help.  He joined a theraphy group for batterers and for two years he behaved.  Matt resumed his love for photography and I was his model.”

    The next several slides were of Grace posed in what Stacy considered glamour shots.  She had not lost her figure in spite of having two children.  The images began with Grace in a white nightgown but quickly changed to her lying naked in front of the fireplace.

    Stacy recalled one of the girls in her school had gone to a photographer who specialized in pictures of wet lipped females dressed in revealing negligees.  Her pictures had also ended in total nudity.

    “Remember when Kendall Crawford had her glamour pictures made,” whispered Traci?  “Her parents like to have died.”

    “They grounded her for a month,” said Stacy.

    “If there are any pictures of you like that, I would love to have a copy,” whispered Stewart.

    “They’re aren’t.  Traci and I went to high school together. One of our classmates had a sleazy professional photographer make revealing shots of her.  She brought them to school to show her best friend but somebody stole them from her locker.  The thief scanned the nude ones and emailed them to everyone including the faculty,” said Stacy recalling that Stacy Does Cambridge made Grace’s videos seem very tame.

    “Must have caused a stir,’ said Stewart.

    “It was all we talked about for a month,” said Stacy.  And they weren’t as explicit as Grace’s.”

    “When Matt asked me to pose with our collection of adult toys, I readily agreed.  I was so pleased he was controlling his anger, I would have done anything to keep him happy,” said Grace as the screen showed a totally nude Grace seated in a Queen Anne chair with her legs over the arms.  The next shot showed her in the same position but holding a vibrator against her clitoris.

    “Do you have a vibrator, Stacy,” whispered Larry?

    “Several, and I change batteries often,” said Stacy.

    “Our sex life veered in a new direction, but once again, I went along because I liked the sex and it kept Matt happy,” said Grace.  Behind her, the screen was filled with a video clip of Grace and another woman engaged in lesbian sex.  “That’s my next door neighbor, Christine.  Matt loved to film me with other women and even some of his male friends.”

    The clip changed to show Grace on all fours being taken from the rear while another man was thrusting his cock in her mouth.  Grace was moaning each time they thrust inside her.  “That’s Matt’s co-workers, Sam and Cameron, taking me to the moon.  As you can tell from my moans, I was having a great time.  And our sex life wasn’t all about me.”

    On screen, the next clip showed Matt lying back in a chair as Grace and Christine orally shared his large cock.

    “I thought Matt and I were beyond our problems.  Our children were healthy and growing.  Out sex life was exciting.  Matt was becoming a successful stockbroker and seemed to have adjusted at last to a life without football.  He was coaching Justin’s soccer team.  But it was not to last.  Memorial Day weekend, we had a fight and he threw me downstairs.  I broke my arm.”

    A picture of Grace with her arm in a cast filled the screen.

    “When I told him I was divorcing him, he threatened to kill me and the children.  He said he would drown them in the bathtub while I watched then do the same with me.  I was terrified so I didn’t leave.  Things went back to the way they were.  We joined a swinger’s group in Georgetown that was very active.”

    The next slide was of Grace and Matt in a resort swimming pool with several dozen others.  Everyone was nude.

    “This was taken at an Adult Lifestyle Week in Cabo San Lucas,” said Grace.

    The slide show progressed to show Grace and Matt eating dinner, dancing, and having group sex.

    “I think everyone here would agree I gave everything to my marriage.  I didn’t hold back anything when it came to our sex life.  Matt had no reason to be dissatisfied,” said Grace.

    “I wish my wife had Grace’s attitude,” said Larry.  “Natalie has zero interest in our sex life.”

    “All mine cares about are our two children.  She’s already plotting to get them into some special pre-school with connections to the Ivy League,” said Stewart.

    Once again, a slide of a badly beaten Grace appeared on screen.

    “It was soon after we returned from Cabo, Matt put me back in the ER.  Something at work made him mad and he decided to take it out on me.  Facial contusions and broken ribs along with a crushed nose were my major injuries.”

     “Athletes are the worst, especially football players.  It’s a violent sport,” said Stewart.

     “Thank God the ER nurses overruled me when I lied to the police.  I said I had accidentally fallen down the basemen stairs.  Irene Casey, a dear sweet woman I’m proud to call my friend, contacted Women In Harm’s Way and they quickly took action.  They whisked my children and me away to a safe house.  For the first time, I filed a complaint with the police and had Matt arrested.  He’s still on probation.  There’s a restraining order preventing him from coming within two hundred yards of my family or me.  I promised to keep this short so I won’t go into how over a period of several years I found my independence, returned to the workplace and eventually met and married a wonderful man.”

     “It’s truly wonderful how Women In Harm’s Way has helped abused wives like Grace,” said Stacy.

         The last slide was labeled Charles and Grace.  It showed a nude couple.  Grace and a man Stacy assumed was her new husband were standing side-by-side smiling at the camera.  Although smaller in statue than Grace’s first husband, his cock appeared to be the same size or larger.

    “I thank each and every one of you for your support of this wonderful organization,” said Grace concluding her presentation to sustained applause.

    “How would you react, Stacy, if you had been Grace,” asked Stewart as everyone was applauding the presentation?

    “The first time he hit me, I would have waited until he went to sleep.  He’d wake up with me sitting on his chest with my nine-millimeter semi-automatic in his mouth.  I wouldn’t pull the trigger immediately.  I’d give him a few seconds to realize what was about to happen and pee his pants.  I’d want him to be afraid when he died just like I had been afraid when he hit me.  Then I’d empty the magazine in his skull,” said Stacy calmly.

    “Christ, the way you said that, I believe you’d really do it,” said Larry.

    “Stacy is an Olympic markswoman and an expert with both rifles and handguns,” said Portia as the room went dark.  “Plus, she’d blow the bastards head off without hesitating.”

***

   

      Stacy sensed movement in the pitch dark.  It was an opportunity for Larry and Stewart to feel her up again and they took it.  By the time, the drumming began; both men had a forefinger in her vagina.  Stacy welcomed the intrusion by inhaling her navel to her spine contracting her vaginal walls as she turned to first Stewart and then Larry to deliver passionate French kisses.

    The drums grew louder.  A single spotlight suddenly illuminated two black men pounding on several different types of drums establishing a powerful hypnotic rhythm.

    A different larger circle in the center of the room suddenly illuminated Leslie Cabot.  Five lean black men surrounded her.   Leslie was dressed in a rather complicated collection of brightly colored sheer material.

    They must be professional dancers decided Stacy noting the zero body fat of the male dancers.  They were wearing the minimum, a dance strap that covered their cocks and provided a narrow strip of material separating their muscular buttocks.

    “It’s Leslie’s interpretation of Salome’s Dance of the Seven Veils,” whispered Traci.  “I hope it goes all right.  She’s been rehearsing for weeks.”

    “Where are the dancer’s from,” asked Portia feeling an attraction to the well-proportioned male physiques heightened by the way Doug and Tony were running their hands over her body?

    “They’re from a company in Boston that’s just starting out.  Leslie is going to help them raise money.  They are marvelously talented,” said Traci.

    Leslie danced slowly and sensuously with the men in the widening circle of light.  She must have studied ballet and modern dance decided Stacy watching as Leslie whirled by revealing that underneath the sheer material she was naked.  As she danced, her male partners began to remove her costume snatching off a veil as she twirled and spun while the men caressed her increasingly naked body.

    Each time, Leslie danced around the room she had less on.  Finally she was left naked and alone in the middle of the floor.   Stacy realized her nipples and her labia were darkened with make-up.

   The male dancers vanished.  This is definitely erotic thought Stacy as she watched Leslie spread her legs and masturbate using the beat of the drums to establish a staccato rhythm for inserting several fingers in her vagina as she reached behind to penetrate her anus.

    Seconds later, the male dancers returned fully nude and erect to the bright circle of light.  A cock ring maintained their erections.  Long sleek ebony penises swayed over Leslie as she lay on the floor stroking her clitoris as she finger fucked.  She lifted her body arching her back to bring her lips to kiss each penis.

    “Christ, this is so fucking erotic,” said Traci as her partners ran their hands over her half naked body.

   Stacy lifted her hips slightly as she pulled her dress up to her waist.  She deftly squeezed lotion on the palm of each hand then reached under the table to take hold of Stewart and Larry’s cocks.

    “You are so fucking wet,” breathed Larry in her ear as his fingers along with Stewarts entered her vagina.

    “Oh God, that’s good,” moaned Stacy as two sets of fingers raked across her G-spot.

    “I want to feel your bare tits,” said Stewart taking hold of the zipper in back of Stacy’s dress.

    She obliged by leaning forward to allow him to pull the zipper down to the center of her back.  Stewart and he pulled the dress off her shoulders and arms exposing her breasts.  Around her in the dark, she sensed the other hostesses were being stripped.  Stacy climaxed as the men’s mouth captured her nipples while they fingered her sex.

    “You came,” asked Larry correctly interpreting the muscular contractions of the walls of her vagina?

    “Yes, and I plan to keep on coming,” said Stacy allowing her contractions to continue.

    “You are certainly programmed different from any woman I’ve ever fucked,” said Stewart watching as Leslie moved her mouth rapidly from one black cock to another maintaining the rhythm of the drums.

    “Different as in better,” asked Stacy?

    “Different as in fantastic,” said Stewart.

    The drums stopped and the lighting changed to show something that resembled a trapeze harness being lowered from the ceiling.  As soon as it reached the dancers they lifted Leslie up and put her in the harness.  She was suspended in the air, spread like a starfish on her back when one of the dancers stepped between her outstretched legs and impaled her without hesitation.

    The cadence of the drums increased until the man’s body was a blur.  Then it ceased and another dancer took his place.  Once they had all had their individual turns, they began to work in pairs.  The crown of Leslie’s head hung toward the floor as the dancer filled her throat with his cock.  A second dancer slipped his penis in her vagina.  Both responded to the drums fucking her with abandon as they pulled and kneaded her breasts.

     “I hope they don’t fuck her to death,” said Doug as Portia’s stroked his lotion covered cock.

     “Leslie can handle it.  She’s enjoying herself,” said Traci.

     “You girls have redefined the word slut for me,” said Doug pinching Portia’s nipple.

     “Super sluts,” said Portia hissing her pleasure as his nails crushed her tender flesh.

     “Yeah, super sluts, that’s it,’ said Doug twisting Portia’s nipples as he pinched them.  The way Portia squirmed in pain increased his excitement.  “Does that hurt, Portia?”

    “Yes,” breathed Portia determined to draw pleasure from her agony.

    “Want me to stop,” asked Doug?

    “No,” said Portia bringing her lips to Doug’s.

    Abruptly, the drumming ended.  The room went dark for a brief moment.  A spotlight illuminated the two massive male figures who had just entered the room.  A gasp went up from the crowd.

    “I feel faint,” said Traci licking her lips as she stared at their manhood.

    Stacy immediately recognized Ellis.  But she did not recognize the black man standing with him.  Both men were erect and enormous.  The black man was approximately the same height and build of Ellis.  He also possessed a cock that rivaled Ellis’.   The spotlight followed the men as they moved into the center of the room.

    When they reached a certain point, Leslie became illuminated.  She remained suspended in the harness; but she was no longer spread wide like a starfish.  Bent double, her bottom was pointed toward the floor.  Her arms and the soles of her feet were directed toward the ceiling

    “Ever taken a cock that big,” asked Stewart?

    “Yes,” said Stacy unwilling to take her eyes off Leslie.

    “Did it hurt,” asked Stewart?

    “Yes, but in a good way,” said Stacy.  “My asshole and pussy were sore the next day.”

    The drum cadence was slow and muted as the two giants approached Leslie.  They began by slowly running their hands over her body.  They weren’t gentle as they twisted and kneaded her breasts causing her to cry out in pain.

    As the drumming gained strength, Ellis angled Leslie allowing his partner to place the end of his cock just inside her vagina.   The partner then tilted Leslie permitting Ellis to place his penis against the center of her sphincter.

    “Hope they don’t split her open,” said Stewart.

    “They won’t,” said Stacy.

    There was an increase in tempo then a brief hesitation at the end of which both men simultaneously forced their penises inside Leslie.  Leslie sounded a loud cry of pain and joy as both cocks reached maximum depth and the two pair of grapefruit sized testicles slapped together.

    “This is fucking awesome,” said Portia watching transfixed as both men began to slam their manhood into Leslie’s orifices.  Once again, as the drum cadence grew, the men quickened their pace until their bodies were a blur.

    All of a sudden, the two climaxed filling Leslie’s holes.  They withdrew at the same time.  Two thin streams of semen made twin puddles on the floor.

    “That’s an incredible amount of jism,” said Stewart.

    “It’s stagecraft,” said Stacy realizing that some form of trickery must be involved.

    The lights went out.  When they came back on, Leslie was standing by herself in the center of the room.  The two men and the sling were gone.  She bowed to each table as the room applauded her performance.  

 

***

 

    As Leslie exited the DJ queued the Black Eyed Peas hit, ‘Let’s Get It Started In Here’.  The wait staff arrived carrying enough exercise mats to cover the floor of the rectangle formed by the tables.

    Stacy stood up, reached back to fully unzip her dress allowing it to fall to the floor.

    “Let’s get naked,” said Stacy unbuckling Stewart’s belt.  Around her, clothes were being rapidly shed.  Moments later, she was kneeling between both men with their cocks in her hand.  They stood close as she formed her lips over both working her tongue from one to the other with a passion that increased their arousal.

     The men leaned down to grab and tease her nipples.

     “Skull fuck me, Larry,” said Stacy flattening her tongue and opening her mouth wide.  Using his buttocks for leverage, she forced his cock into her throat.

    “I’m in her fucking throat,” whispered Larry to Stewart.  “I’m actually in her fucking throat.”

    “Now you, Stewart,” said Stacy pulling Larry’s penis out of her mouth.  Saliva cascaded over her lower lip down on to her breasts.

    “Shit, she’s incredible,” said Stewart when he felt the walls of Stacy’s throat pressing in on his cock.

    “You two ready to fuck me now,” asked Stacy?

    They answered by lifting her over the table onto the mats.  Stacy pushed the larger Larry to the floor then quickly mounted him easily sliding his manhood into her well-lubricated vagina.

     “The backdoor is open,” said Stacy looking over her shoulder at Stewart as she reached back to spread her buttocks using her glutes to flex her sphincter open and closed.

     Mission accomplished concluded Stacy when she felt Stewart’s cock force its way past her sphincter.  He drove his penis inward until his balls landed on the top of Larry’s cock.  Carole had suggested the hostesses engage in double penetration at the outset to set the anything goes tone for the rest of the evening.

    “Fuck the shit out of me,” hissed Stacy giving free reign to her lust as she had so many times at the Posse’s apartment.  Sounding a cry of triumph, Stacy contracted the muscles of her vagina and rectum simultaneously as she pulled her nipples out and twisted them.

    The piles of naked bodies on the mat increased as others joined.

    I am now officially an orgiast realized Portia as she rocked back and forth with Doug’s cock in her pussy and Larry’s in her ass.  Suddenly, there was a cock in her face.  Without hesitation, she took it into her mouth.  It stayed for a while then moved away no doubt seeing another oral cavity to sample.

   It wasn’t too long before Stewart climaxed in her ass and rolled off her.  Larry lasted only a minute longer.

    Stacy grabbed a champagne bottle off the table and removed the cork.  She placed her thumb over the top, shook it, and then inserted it in her vagina as she removed her thumb.  She felt the gaseous liquid explode into her.

    Kneeling down on her haunches, she positioned her opening in front of Stewart’s mouth.

    “Open up,” said Stacy pulling his mouth to her sex.

    Caught in the sheer depravity of the moment, Stewart placed his mouth over Stacy’s opening as she sprayed champagne.  Empty, she stepped up on the table grabbing another bottle of champagne.  She shook the bottle then refilled her vagina.

   “Anyone else wants a champagne pussy cocktail,” asked Stacy as she danced on the table?

    There were dozens of takers.  Stacy stepped over women and men coupling indiscriminately on the mat.  Stacy grabbed another champagne bottle and stuck the neck in her ass.  She bent over in a wide stance shaking her butt to the music causing the freshly opened bottle to spew into her rectum.  She removed the bottle keeping her sphincter closed as she danced to where she was directly in front of Doug who had just released in Portia’s pussy.

    “Open up, Doug,” said Stacy.  “And drink from the dark well of my ass.”

    Doug placed his open mouth on Stacy’s butthole as she let the gasified contents escape in a rush.

    “Suck my hole dry, Douglas,” encouraged Stacy as she felt Doug drinking down the content of her rectum.

    Stacy moved down the table dancing provocatively as Doug turned to Kendra to share his mouthful of champagne.  At some point, several men grabbed Stacy off the table pulling her down to the mat in a pile of naked writhing bodies.  For the next three hours, Stacy was never without a cock in one of her orifices.

    It was later Carole organized sex games.  Her and Leslie’s goal was to make sure each of the sixty four men got to sample all of the women.  Portia and Traci were first in what Carole called the Sixty Nine Lineup.  Sixteen pairs of females were lying on the mat in a single line.  Portia started in the superior position licking Traci’s clit as a fluid coated penis slid into her vagina.  Someone was at Portia’s rear, alternating his cock between her vagina, rectum and Traci’s mouth. A surprisingly fully clothed Carole screamed, “Switch,” every two minutes and the men would shift over to the next pair.

    “Suck it bitch,” said the man pulling his manhood out of the hostess’s anus and presenting it to Stacy’s lips.

    This is about as close to a Roman orgy as I can imagine thought Stacy as she accepted the cock in her mouth.  She had no idea who was on top of her, whose cock she was sucking, or who at the moment was pounding his prick in her pussy.

    The men powered by the most powerful erectile dysfunction drugs modern science could create were showing no sign of wearing out.  Body fluids covered the participants.  Sweat, semen, spit, and female secretions blended together created a slippery coating that allowed the naked bodies to glide over one another.  The air became fetid and the overpowering stench of human lust filled the room clinging to their bodies.

    “Open our mouth,” said the man kneeling at Portia’s head.  Moments before he had formed his lips over Traci’s well-fucked anus and sucked out the contents.  Portia knew what was coming but did not hesitate to comply.  

    Caligula and Tiberius would have felt right at home here thought Portia as she felt the warm liquid fill her mouth.

    On the other end of the sixty-nine, Traci regularly found her mouth full of dick freshly withdrawn from Portia’s open sphincter.  Traci considered ass to mouth action her greatest turn on.  There was something about sucking a cock that seconds before had been buried deep in another girl’s rectum that brought out the depraved savage in her.  She along with the other hostesses reveled in the depravity of the orgy as each competed to gain their pleasure in the most perverted and animalistic fashion.

   Only total physical exhaustion ended the orgy.   “Can’t fuck any more,” said the man on top of Stacy before he passed out.  Thanks to a coating of body fluids, she managed to squirm out from under him.  A survey of the room revealed no movement.  The mat was covered with naked bodies huddled together against the coolness of the night.

    Stacy struggled to her feet using a table for support.  Dawn shown through the enormous stained glass windows.  Tired to the bone, dizzy and slightly nauseated, she looked around for Portia. Unable to locate her, she staggered to her room where she found her and Traci curled up around fat Doug.  His bulk left barely enough room in the bed for her to lie down and spoon with Portia.  She was asleep in seconds.  Before she slept she expressed silent admiration for the ancient Roman’s ability to orgy night after night.

Chapter 42 Laundry Room Experience

 

    “I’m going to sleep for twenty fours hours straight when we get back,” said Stacy sipping her coffee as she drove.  It was mid morning Sunday and the two were at the start of the two hour drive back to Cambridge.

    “Thank you for getting me invited,” said Portia sleepily.  “I had a wonderful time.  My sore and overused orifices thank you too.”

    “It was absolutely wild.  I am totally fucked out.  Does your jaw hurt?” asked Stacy flexing her jaw to test its soreness.

    “Yes, I need a couple of days off from sucking cock.  Monk and Les are going to have to stroke it.  My other openings need rest too.”

    “Too much cock and pussy in too little time,” said Stacy shaking her head.  “But it was for a good cause.  We raised over six hundred thousand dollars.  I feel like I did something worthwhile.”

    “Should we now think of ourselves as prostitutes,” asked Portia?

    “Why do you say that,” asked Stacy?

    “We had sex for money.  That implies prostitution.”

    “But we personally didn’t benefit.  Women in Harm’s Way did,” said Stacy.

    “Most prostitutes have a pimp who benefits from their employment,” said Portia.

    “But I repeat, it was for a very worthy cause and all we got out of it were clothes we can’t wear in public.  Perhaps, we should go find an ethics professor and ask him to clarify our status,” said Stacy.

    “He would want to screw us before he would decide,” said Portia.

    “Which would only further complicate our situation since having sex with an ethics professor is unethical,” said Stacy.

   “We might as well enjoy it while we’re young,” said Portia.   “One of these days we’ll get married, move to the burbs and become soccer moms.  Our sex lives will be over.”

    “There were a few soccer moms present.”

    “True, Kendra, my partner on the golf outing, has two kids, a husband, and a house in Lexington.  Let me tell you she was very happy to get away from her family for a weekend.  Her children are thirteen and fourteen and a handful according to her.”

    “So one doesn’t quit just slow down,” said Stacy.  “Still, it’s hard to imagine a future husband telling me to enjoy myself as I head off for a weekend of orgiastic sex with strangers, even if it was for a good cause.”

    “Apparently it happens more often than one would think.  Kendra, a proto-typical stay-at-home mom who works part time wants us to visit them.  She and her husband have a fully equipped dungeon in the basement.  They’re both sexual submissives and they like to be dominated as a couple.”

    “Obviously, Lexington has a lighter side.  I wonder if Thoreau got laid by Walden Pond,” said Stacy.

    “He probably did but you didn’t make a blog entry in those days describing how good it was for your online readers,” said Portia.

    “I wonder if he and Emerson had homosexual relations,” asked Stacy?

    “Of course, the philosophy of Transcendentalism occurred to Emerson just as Henry David’s ten incher forced his sphincter,” said Portia.  “It was his first transcendental moment.”

    “Henry David Thoreau has a ten inch penis.  I never heard that,” said Stacy.

    “Emerson’s was even larger.  He had the biggest prick in Lowell, Massachusetts.  It’s on display in the Lowell Museum.”

    “You are confusing Emerson with Dillinger, an easy mistake to make,” said Stacy.

    “Cock size played an important role in our country’s history beginning with George Washington whose cock head was the model for the Great Seal of the United States.”

    “Well, he was a Mason and they do something funny with their cocks.  You should write a history book titled Great American Cocks,” said Stacy.  “It would be a best seller.”

    “A better title might be Pricks Who Changed the Course of History.”

    “The homosexual only version could be titled Profiles in Sodomy,” said Stacy.  “I understand one of the younger Kennedy boys would be interested in a co-authorship.”    

    “It is a neglected field of study,” said Portia looking thoughtful.

    “So what are Kendra and her submissive hubby looking to do with us,” asked Stacy?

    “First we will lunch and discuss limits and safe words.  They have two whipping benches where they will be restrained.  The husband is into CBT,” said Portia.

    “CBT, don’t know that one,” said Stacy.

    “Cock and ball torture, per his loving wife, Lloyd adores having his privates stretched and zippered.”

    “Zippered, my S&M vocabulary is really lacking.  What is meant by zippered?”

    “A zipper in the sado-masochistic sense is multiple clothespins connected by a chord or string.  Zippers are simple homemade instruments of torture.  Imagine I place a clothespin on the loose skin on the inside of your thigh just above your knee.  The next clothespin is maybe two inches higher.  I continue upward until I reach your labia placing the last one on your clit,” said Portia.  “I take another zipper and do the other thigh.  Or one can travel from your armpit to your breast with the last one flattening your nipple.”

    “Just thinking about it hurts,” said Stacy gently grabbing her breast.  “But why the term zipper?”

    “Zipper torture is hellishly painful but the moment of truth comes when the dominatrice takes hold of the chord and zips them off all at once.  The blood rushes back into the collapsed capillaries and your pain centers all fire together,” said Portia.

    “And how do you know this,” asked Stacy.

    “My older sister Margaux formed an S&M club at our high school and I was her slave.  What a girl will not do to be popular.  She and her friends loved to tie me up and experiment with zippers.  I can recall screaming my lungs out when they counted to three and off they came.  The armpits and the back of the knees were particularly sensitive.”

    “I missed a lot being an only child,” said Stacy.  “Besides zippers, what else?”

    “A collection of whips and canes, ball stretchers, nipple clamps, pretty much the S&M gear you find in the average suburban home.   They also plan to video the session,” said Portia.

     “So we are going to make them scream,” asked Stacy?

     “Yes, if we can work out times we’re both free, I’ll give her a call.  It might be fun to spend an afternoon torturing them in the town where the embattled Minutemen stood and fired the shot heard round the world.   Say you’ll come along.  She invited you, too.  Her husband had a thing for young beautiful blondes.”

    “Sounds like fun, I’m in if you need another whip arm.  Did you get a chance to sample super cock,” asked Stacy.  “I never saw Ellis after he and his black buddy double fucked Leslie.”

    “Oh yes, I have been meaning to tell you about that.  He and his buddy are the reason I might be wearing a diaper for a month.  I’m not sure my asshole still closes.”

    “You little slut, what happened?  Tell me about it,” said Stacy.

    “During last night’s orgy I observed a gentleman I recalled fucking earlier that morning having a furtive conversation with Leslie Cabot. His name was Bryan.  At least I think that was what he said while hammering his penis in my asshole.  He looked very conspiratorial; glancing around to make sure no one was listening.”

     “Maybe it was about drugs.  There were certainly enough of them on the premises,” said Stacy.

     “My first thought too but there was something about his body language that intrigued me.  Plus I was curious about what in that den of depravity required a hushed conversation,” said Portia.

     “You have a point.”

     “They didn’t talk long.  Bryan left quickly then came back in five minutes and handed Leslie a piece of paper I took to be a check.  Leslie made a cell phone call.  There was a little back and forth between Bryan and Leslie as she talked to whoever was on the other end.  Call finished she takes the man by the hand and leads him to a door right off the main entrance.  He disappears through the door.  Leslie pulls out the check, smiles, and kisses it.”

     “Perhaps an additional hefty donation to Women In Harm’s Way by someone dutifully impressed with its good work and the way we fucked his brains out.”

      “Possibly but that doesn’t explain what was downstairs.  Approximately an hour later, Bryan returns and he has that sneaky look men and boys get when they’ve done something wrong but enjoyed the hell out of it, the way my little brother looked after he’d been in the laundry hamper sniffing soiled panties.”

    “Nothing gets by you.  You’re the female Sherlock Holmes,” said Stacy.

    “Thank you.  I might add the female Holmes made those observations while sucking the cock of the fattest and drunkest man there,” said Portia.  “I was afraid he was going to keel over and crush me.”

    “That must have been Doug.  He’s a big time real estate developer whose wife does not believe in anal.  His was one of the butt holes Traci and I fucked with a strapon cock.  Did you massage Doug’s prostate while you fellated him,” asked Stacy?

    “Of course, these innocent little fingers stroked his walnut while he complemented my oral and digital efforts with encouraging remarks like, ‘Finger fuck my shithole, you cock sucking pig whore’,” said Portia holding up two fingers.

    “Doug’s pillow talk was limited to pig whore, slut and the ever favorite cunt,” said Stacy.  “So, your story?”

    “Sorry, I digress.  I’m afraid I killed the brain cells last night that make my mind function.  Having relieved Doug’s testicles of their contents, I found myself sans cock for a moment and took a peek behind the mystery door.   There were steps leading to the basement,” said Portia.

     “Ah, to the dungeon below,” said Stacy.  “I had a feeling there was some bizarre kinky sex happening somewhere in that pile of granite.”

     “Not exactly but lets not get ahead of the story.  Not wanting to be a nosey guest, I returned to the orgy, located a penis in need of servicing, and got busy working on behalf of Women In Harm’s Way,” said Portia.

    “So you never discovered what was below,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, I did discover it later after I had consumed four California slammers, fucked more than my share of donors, and my good manners had dissolved in a cocktail of alcohol, semen and Ecstasy.  I saw another man performing the same ritual with Leslie, the only difference being he pulled a roll of bills out of his pocket instead of writing a check.  His name was Keith and he was one of the two hunters who enjoyed my favors that afternoon,” said Portia.

   “You were the target of Keith’s paintball pellet,” asked Stacy?

   “Dead center in my left breast and it hurt like blazes,” said Portia.  “The rings magnify the pain of a paintball pellet.”

   “Rape in the forest brought out the macho in my hunters,” said Stacy.  “The bastards loved it when I begged them not to hurt me.”

    “Mine too, they trussed me up until I couldn’t move an inch then whipped my ass until I was screaming my head off before they fucked me,” said Portia.

    “Don’t forget the joy of the famed Bangkok Bud Crushers.  They may have permanently altered the shape of my nipples.  All of the hostesses looked the worse for wear after the hunt.  You followed Keith?”

   “Not immediately, I was playing one of Carole’s silly sex games and couldn’t follow until it ended.  I should have won by the way,” said Portia.

    “What was the prize,” asked Stacy?

    “It was a multi-functional dildo with a stopper on one end that you could adhere to a tile floor and impale yourself on a column of latex designed to stimulate your G-spot.   It also had a long donut-ringed phallus for your anus and a vibrator attachment for your clit.  It plugged into a wall socket so you didn’t need batteries.”

    “So how did you lose such a treasure,” asked Stacy?

    “Carole judged my efforts at performing in the female superior position inferior to that of Suzanne.”

    “You could out screw Suzanne any day,” said Stacy.  “It must have been a fixed fuck.”

    “I don’t think Carole likes Goths,” said Portia.

    “Speaking of Carole, as the orgy was ending and even the most powerful of big pharma’s cock hardening drugs could no longer bring our exhausted male donors to erection, I saw her sitting in the corner crying her eyes out.  She was naked too, which was a little odd since every time I saw her before that she was fully dressed.  I asked her if anything was wrong but she burst into tears and rushed past me up the stairs.”

   “Therein lies a sad story.  Several of the hostesses including myself found the Regional Director a little bossy and pushy when it came to directing how we were screwing the men.  She actually told me to lock my ankles and pump harder while I was fucking the one they called Red.  I informed her that I had been having intercourse for over a decade and Red’s girth precluded my ankles from reaching that far,” said Portia.

    “Traci told me Carole used to be an activities director on a cruise ship,” said Stacy.

    “That’s a bossy job by definition.  Anyhow, we hostesses having tired of Carole’s dictatorial ways decided to have some fun with her.  You’re right about Carole being clothed and staying vertical.  While we were all getting our brains fucked out, Carole’s knees stayed in contact with one another.  Traci and I along with Kendra and several others developed an action plan,” said Portia.

    “Carole’s not bad.  She could stand to lose a few pounds.  She has beautiful eyes,” said Stacy.  “She mentioned something about my joining the board of Women’s In Harm’s Way once I graduate.  So what did you and your crew do to the poor woman?”

    “Eight of us grabbed her, stripped her, and tied her up in a very exposed and vulnerable position.  We meant no harm just having a little girl fun.  Those nylon straps with the Velcro fasteners that Leslie provided the men for the paintball hunt work extremely well,” said Portia.

    “Tell me about it.  My captors practically broke my back bending me over a log,” said Stacy.

    “In less time, than a cowboy can rope and throw a steer we had Carole’s ankles and wrists tied behind the back of her neck.  We also gagged her,” said Portia.  “Her position occasioned some very deep finger fucking by the eight of us.”

    “An uncomfortable position if one is not seriously into yoga.  So she was exposed and vulnerable while surrounded by drunken horny males.  Sounds erotic.  If I didn’t hurt all over, I’d get horny.  Big deal, she was forced to do what the rest of us had been doing all day.  Seems only fair.  I assume she was penetrated.”

    “Yes, we recruited all available males so Carole could pull a train for charity.  It was two and sometimes three cocks at once.  She was not a good sport about it either. But her crying and blubbering only served to encourage the rape pack we assembled.”

    “Men love rape and a good rape requires an unwilling female.  Nothing hardens a cock quicker than a sobbing woman begging not to be violated.  So what was Carole’s problem?” said Stacy.

    “Leslie happened to notice what was happening but only after Carole had been fucked more and less senseless.  She made us untie the poor woman then proceeded to explain Carole had been a committed lesbian since she was in middle school.”

    “Oops, you did a bad thing.  But what the hell, most lesbians can deal with the occasional penis,” said Stacy.

    “Carole had been on a strict no cock diet since birth.  She’s married her lesbian partner last year.  Since she was wearing a wedding ring, I assumed she was married to a man and was cock aware.  It turns out Carole is a dedicated rug muncher that until last night had never been defiled by pecker snot to put it crudely.”

    “Pecker snot, that is crude and disgusting especially since my stomach is still recovering from all the rich food and pecker snot I consumed last night,” said Stacy.

    “Well, c’est la guerre.  I’m not going to get in a funk about it.  How were we to know the forty something woman advising us how to better screw our partners was a virgin?  Perhaps, we opened a whole new world for her and she’ll become a down and dirty whore like the rest of us.”

    “It would serve her right.  It was an honest mistake and you have nothing to feel guilty about.  Can we get back to your encounter with super cock which I assumed occurred in a vast dungeon under Moynahan Castle?”

  “Actually it was the basement laundry room.  I am truly brain dead this morning.  Where was I?  Oh yes, it was ten or fifteen minutes before I placed my unsteady high heel on those dark stairs where I almost fell and broke my neck.  Do you know how long it has been since I wore a pair of fuck me pumps?” said Portia.

    “How long?”

    “Never, last night was my first time.”

    “Until I started going out with Mike, they were new to me,” said Stacy.

    “You didn’t have a problem.  You were dancing on the table like Anne Miller,” said Portia.

    “Who’s Anne Miller?”

    “Famous Hollywood dancer, well before our time,” said Portia.

    “Why couldn’t I have chosen a roommate that didn’t know everything,” said Stacy?

    “You didn’t choose me.  The Harvard Housing computer paired us,” said Portia.

    “A marriage made in circuitry,” said Stacy reaching out to squeeze Portia’s hand then bring it to her lips and kissing it.

    “When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard noises.”

    “What kind of sounds,” asked Stacy?

    “Couldn’t tell at first but when I got closer, it was a man moaning,” said Portia.

    “So Leslie set up a dungeon for donors with a taste for S&M.  Why am I not surprised?  Who was the dominatrix?” said Stacy.

    “My thoughts at first but I turned out to be wrong,” said Portia. “As I got closer I went into stealth mode and removed my stiletto heels.  They are very noisy on a stone floor.  When I peered around the corner and discovered the source of the moaning I was shocked, surprised and completely taken back by the depravity I witnessed.  It almost destroyed my faith in human nature.”

    “So tell me about this depravity.  You know of my keen interest in the sinful nature of mankind,” said Stacy.

    “There in an alcove was Mr. Super Cock and his black buddy performing homosexual acts with Keith who apparently paid Leslie for the privilege of double sodomy,” said Portia.  “An individual I might add whose cock had been in yours truly orifices that very day when he captured me during paintball.”

    “You already knew Ellis appeared in gay porn.  Didn’t we watch the DVD of Raw Recruits we ordered from the Internet while we shared the enormous Rod Stryker double dildo we bought at the adult store on Mystic Avenue?” said Stacy.

    “Yes but there is a difference from watching it on screen and seeing the real Ellis Trabert AKA Rod Stryker working the tortured asshole of Keith or whatever his name is,” said Portia.

    “I fucked a Keith yesterday.  A not very large guy with a four incher and balls the size of marbles,” said Stacy.

    “Yes, Keith the animal who pounded the living shit out of my pussy then sounded his war cry of eek as he unleashed a torrent of molten semen into my quivering womanhood,” said Portia laughing.

    “He insisted on calling me Mommie when he was screwing me in the ass.  So Keith is on the down low.  You said there was the black performer with Ellis?” said Stacy.

    “Yes, an Afro-American who I gather had also appeared in gay porn.  They had decorated the walls with still pictures of themselves,” said Portia.  “There was one of those combination DVD and television players showing a film they made together.  Twinks being cornholed by over endowed muscle men must be the predominant gay fantasy.”

    “Twinks, what’s a twink?”

    “Skinny young males who lack body hair, usually blonde and not too smart, the gay equivalent of the blonde bimbo,” said Portia.

    “Ergo I am a female version of a twink, being a blonde bimbo,” said Stacy.

    “While you are a blonde, you are definitely not a bimbo,” said Portia.

    “Doug, fat Doug, kept referring to me in that fashion,” said Stacy.

    “In spite of his money, Doug is a low class cretin.  No wonder his wife won’t let him use her backdoor,” said Portia.  “I was absolutely shocked when I woke up this morning with my arm draped over his fat gut.”  

     “We should find out who she is and seduce her.  We could get her drunk then let Monk and Les savage her anus for the video camera.  Their Prince Alberts would wreck a virgin asshole.  We could send Doug a copy showing him how real men perform anal sex.  Sorry for the interruption.  Please continue your story of the fascinating adventure you had while I was upstairs entertaining gentlemen for a worthy cause,” said Stacy.

    “If by entertaining, you mean dancing naked on a table stopping in front of each gentleman so he could lick your private parts and drink champagne out of your pussy or ass then I am delinquent in not joining you,” said Portia.

    “No matter, what transpired?  Who was the black man?” asked Stacy.

    “His film name is Dick Black.  God knows what his real name is.  I bet I can find it in the WEB,” said Portia.

    “Dick Black, how devastatingly original.  Was his dick black?” said Stacy.

    “Yes, and thick, long, and beautiful,” said Portia.  “He and Super Cock are a matched pair except for color.”

    “My heart and pussy just skipped a beat at the thought.  Please continue with your narrative.”

    “Unnoticed I watched and for obvious reasons practiced self abuse.  Keith was being placed in different positions by these two body builder types and fucked like a rag doll in both ass and mouth.  It was awesome to say the least watching those two muscular giants putting the stones to poor little Mommie loving Keith.  It was not long before he orgasmed covering the floor with several gallons of steaming spunk.  Fortunately there was a drain trap in the floor that allowed the flood of jism to escape into the aquifer.  No doubt the well water of Lake Winnipesaukee residents will taste different for a few days,” said Portia.  

   “Your tale is the stuff of oral legends.  You should hand it down through the generations so they can sing of your odyssey around the campfires,” said Stacy.

    “Keith exhausted by his ordeal limped off back upstairs.  I hid in a dark corner as he passed.”

     “Now for the climax of our story,” said Stacy.

     “Keith having left, our two heroes performed a ritual cleansing.  They were busily washing each other’s cocks when I appeared out of the dark and demanded a fuck,” said Portia.

    “What did you say,” asked Stacy?

    “Please sirs, have pity on a desperately horny slut.  I’ve been upstairs fucking needle dicks all evening.  I crave entry into my openings of your great and powerful members.  I am a friend and follower of the super whore, Lady Stacia Todd,” said Portia.

    “You didn’t really say that,” asked Stacy?

    “It was close, not exact.”

    “How did they react,” asked Stacy?

    “They were dumbfounded so I asked if I could wash their cocks for them.  They were standing by a large sink.  The place must have been the castle’s laundry at one time,” said Portia.

    “And they agreed,” asked Stacy?

    “Carpe diem, before they could say yea or nay I seized the moment and stepped up to the sink, grabbed the bar of fine French soap and proceeded to work up a lather.  Men, even gay porn stars, adore having their dicks washed.”

    “I’ll keep that in mind for the next time I encounter a dirty dick,” said Stacy.

    “A thorough washing followed by drying with a soft towel and they both agreed to fulfill my request provided Leslie did not send another faggot wantabe their way.  I dropped to my knees in gratitude.  Rod and Dick mistaking my gesture of appreciation for a desire for oral sex placed their cock heads at my lips.  For the next several minutes, this maid was skull fucked unmercifully,” said Portia.  “The capacity of the human throat to expand is amazing.”

    “But you persevered,” said Stacy.

    “Trenton girls who can’t deep throat are declared surplus.  They are chained to beds in crack houses and never heard from again.  Using techniques learned at rest stops along the New Jersey Turnpike, I gave each mega dick a throat massage that so impressed them they decided to accommodate my unnatural desires.”

    “You took them both at once,” asked Stacy?  “You greedy little tramp.  I would have been more than happy to help.”

    “Unfortunately I had neither time nor means to contact you.  They started slow with one cock in my pussy and one in my mouth.  I could swear that when they both penetrated to the max, their dick heads bumped noses in my GI tract.  There I was all one hundred and twenty five, all right one hundred and thirty five, pounds of me in between these goliaths being fucked like a pig on a spit.  They switched a couple of times to give me a taste of my lower intestines,” said Portia.

    “And how was it,” asked Stacy?

    “Delicious but needed more seasoning.  Right when I was on the verge of being screwed to death, they relented,” said Portia.

    “They stopped,” asked Stacy?

    “No, they changed positions.  They put me top of Ellis with his great manhood in my vagina and his powerful hands separating my butt cheeks for his accomplice.  He literally pulled my asshole open.  Then in the classic Cow Girl Double Penetration position, Dick lubed up my rear, open it wide with hands the side of catcher’s mitts and proceeded to fill my ass with his foot long sausage.  It was a rare and profound moment when I got those two cocks inside my abdomen.  I showed my appreciation by moaning louder than Keith as the two seasoned double penetrators synchronized their movements.  The withdrawal of Dick’s cock created a powerful vacuum in my rectum while the intrusion of Rod compressed the air in my pussy.  The end result was an orgasm that refused to end.”

    “You’re lucky not to be bleeding internally,” said Stacy.  “What happened next?”

    “Reverse Cow Girl Double Penetration, those guys are so strong and muscular, they bruise you when they slam it home.  My pussy and butt are purple this morning,” said Portia.  “But the worst or best was yet to come.”

    “There was more,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, they put me in a shoulder stand between them and put both their cocks in my vagina at the same time.  I passed out from the pain. I’m pretty sure they ruined any possibility of my bearing children. I thought they were splitting me in two,” said Portia.  “It was amazing how they forced themselves inside me.”

    “You fainted?”

    “Yes, wouldn’t anybody with two super sized pricks in her cunt? They revived me by holding a bottle of poppers to my nostrils.  They wanted me awake for the finale,” said Portia.

    “That wasn’t the finale,” said Stacy.

    “No, back into the shoulder stand I went. Rod inserted a speculum in my asshole and cranked my butthole open like the Lincoln Tunnel. They filled my rectum with several sixteen ounce sticks of shortening,” said Portia.

    “How do you know they were sixteen ounce sticks,” asked Stacy?

    “As they unwrapped the sticks, they dropped the wrappers on my face.  They were clearly marked sixteen ounces of poly-hydrogenated vegetable shortening.  It was not a brand you would find in your neighborhood supermarket. There was an institutional sized box of it sitting on a table.  They also placed two sticks in my pussy,” said Portia.

    “I assume they weren’t planning to cook with them,” said Stacy.

    “No, they fisted me.  White goo ran out of my holes and down my body.  I looked like a shortening fountain.  Once they had me stuffed with hydrogenated vegetable oil they removed the speculum and forced their hands inside my pussy and ass,” said Portia.

    “I wouldn’t have thought that was possible,” said Stacy.

    “Nor I but it was.   Pain wise I imagine it was comparable to childbirth.  They put their oversized hands in my hole, made a fist and pushed.  I passed out again.  They woke me with another hit of poppers then continued to fist me while I begged them to stop.  They were smiling, laughing, and enjoying themselves immensely.   It was a wonderful moment for me too, both erotic and romantic.  They then proceeded to put both their cocks in my vagina for a long slow double fucking.  That part I enjoyed in spite of the agony of being stretched past that of childbirth.  For the finale they proved to me both hands would fit in my asshole.  That hurt too much to pass out.  I suppose the basement must be soundproof because no one heard me screaming,” said Portia.

   “How did it end,” asked Stacy?

   “They unloaded on my face covering it in a sheen of pearly white semen.  Having done with me, they got me to my wobbly feet, slapped me hard on my ass, kissed me, and sent me on my way with their laughter ringing in my ears,” said Portia.  “I managed to climb upstairs and rejoin the orgy.”

     “How did you and Traci end up with Doug,” asked Stacy?

     “At some point, Doug took Traci and I by the hand and drug us upstairs.  He got on the bed and presented us with his asshole demanding a deep tissue massage.  Such an act requires lubricant so I suggested Traci treat my anal cavity as a resource.  She stuck her arm up my loose ass coating it with slightly used shortening.  Being flexible I was able to insert my hand and wrist in my own hole acquiring sufficient vegetable oil for the two of us to provide Doug a rarely performed two handed prostate massage.”

    “You’re kidding,” said a disbelieving Stacy.

    “I would not have believed it possible and I would not have attempted it unless I was drunk out of my mind.  However, we managed after much hard shoving to get both hands in his butt and take hold of the gland in question.  Doug bellowed like a bull in heat to encourage our efforts.  A few minutes of double stroking and he released his final batch of the night.  It had an unusually thick and creamy consistency that Traci and I enjoyed.”

     “You swallowed it of course,” said Stacy.

     “Girls who don’t swallow are never popular with guys and don’t get asked out on second dates.  Plus I was curious.”

     “Lessons learned,” asked Stacy?

     “The human body has an amazing ability to adapt to insertion of large objects. Also I learned fat men keep a girl warm.”

     “Surprised you did not injure him,” said Stacy.

     “Apparently not, since this morning he woke me with a loud fart as he daintily climbed out of bed, went to the bathroom, and pissed a gallon of strong yellow.  Then he left.”

     “Strong yellow, how did you know it was strong,” asked Stacy?

     “He didn’t flush.  It was cloudy dark yellow green pee.  I suspect it could function as paint remover.  Plus I could smell it from the bed so I had to climb over you and send it to the septic tank.  It smelled awful.  I almost puked.”

     “It sounds like you had a very interesting and challenging evening,” said Stacy.

     “Yes, but at a price.  This morning I had to steal one of the Castle’s hand towels.  It’s in the crack of my ass.  Shortening keeps leaking out of my butt hole and I didn’t want to stain your leather seats.”

   “Is it an experience you would repeat if you had the chance,” asked Stacy?

   “In a New Jersey minute.”

   “That’s my girl,” said Stacy.

Chapter 43 S&M in Suburbia

    “One thirty four, there it is,” said Portia spotting the Talbot’s house number as Stacy drove slowly down a quiet side street in Lexington’s Historical District.

    “Beautiful home,” said Stacy entering the driveway coming to a halt behind a Volvo SUV.

    “I looked it up in the Historical Register, built in 1796 by Nathaniel Wainwright, Merchant,” said Portia.

    “I assume the dungeon was added later.  Or was Nathaniel a handy man with a carriage whip?”

     “Probably, the merchandise he made his fortune in was human.  He financed over thirty voyages to Africa to bring back slaves.  He was a slave owner himself,” said Portia.  “That’s from the historical register.”

     “So he must have occasionally whipped a sister who failed to get him off in a timely fashion,” said Stacy.

     “Pleasuring master was part of her job description so she deserved it; but I doubt the original home had what Kendra describes as a state-of-the-art facility for the practice of sado-masochism.”

     Why so,” asked Stacy?  “I thought every home in suburbia came with a well-equipped torture chamber for mom and dad to enjoy.”

     “According to the Lexington Preservation Society’s WEB site, any modifications to a home in the Historical District must be approved by committee and they make regular inspections to insure you’re not violating the owner’s agreement.  I’m curious how the Talbots built a fully equipped modern dungeon.”

     “I hope I don’t embarrass you.  I’m not sure I can function as a dominatrice,” said Stacy as they exited the car.

     “You won’t.  Quit worrying.  Think of it as one more step in our sexual education.  Besides, wasn’t it you who got off turning that hot Latina’s ass bright red?” said Portia as she reached the front door and tripped the shinny brass doorknocker.

     “Suppose I like it more than I should,” asked Stacy recalling how excited she became when she placed her palm on Adriana’s burning flesh?

     Portia did not get a chance to answer.

     “You must be Portia and Stacy, welcome to our home,” said the tall nice looking man who opened the door and introduced himself.  “I’m Lloyd.  Come this way.  Kendra is finishing up lunch.”

    The two girls smiled at one another as they followed Lloyd down the hallway to the back of the house.  Portia playfully stuck out her hand pretending to pinch Lloyd’s round bottom causing Stacy to laugh silently.

     When they arrived in the kitchen, Stacy immediately recalled the pretty, energetic brunette who along with Portia had made the foursome of Japanese automotive executives extremely pleased with Leslie Cabot’s golf weekend.

     She’d vaguely remembered Portia discussing Kendra’s luncheon invitation on the drive back from Moynahan Castle.  She‘d been surprised when Portia broached the topic.

    “Remember Kendra from the golf weekend,” asked Portia taking a break from piano practice?

   “Vaguely, was she the homemaker who invited you to Lexington for lunch with an S&M dessert,” asked Stacy looking up from her Western Civilization textbook?

   “Yes, she and her husband, Lloyd, invited the two of us next Wednesday.  Our last class is over at 10:00 so we could easily be there by noon,” said Portia.

    “As I recall this is for more than lunch,” said Stacy.

    “They’re both submissives and they have a fully equipped play space in the basement.  We’re expected to be dominatrices,” said Portia.  “Kendra has a pre-set program we can follow.”

    “Play space,” asked Stacy?

    “A BDSM euphemism for an area of their home where we can dominate them, it’s a dungeon and according to Kendra has everything needed to make them scream.   She and her husband are really into pain.  It’s something sexual we haven’t tried,” said Portia.

     “Pain meaning whips, paddles, nipple clamps, etcetera,” asked Stacy.

     “Precisely,” said Portia.  “Kendra says they’ve been in the S&M lifestyle since before they married and would love to introduce us to the pleasures of domination and submission.  Say you’ll go, please,” said Portia sitting down in Stacy’s lap and putting her arms around her neck.

     “All right, it should be fun and educational,” said Stacy after thinking for a moment.

     “Good, I’ll email Kendra we’re coming.  I also need to go shopping for our dominatrix costumes,” said Portia excited at the prospect of a new adventure.

   “Your home is very beautiful,” said Stacy.  She and Portia were seated at an island in the spacious modern kitchen sipping a glass of pinot grigio. Lloyd had just taken them on a quick tour of the large Federalist style home. “Are the furnishings original?”

   “No, but many are of the same period,” said Lloyd referring to the antique cluttered living room and parlor.

   “The kitchen certainly isn’t colonial,” said Portia somewhat surprised at the sharp contrast between the different areas of the house.

   “Only parts of the house are required to be maintained historically accurate.  The kitchen, master bedrooms, and bathrooms were completely remodeled by the previous owner,” said Lloyd.

    “As are the closets.  In colonial America, people had very few clothes,” said Kendra.  “No woman could survive with the tiny little cubbyholes, our forefathers called a closet.”

    “And the dungeon,” asked Portia unable to suppress her curiosity?

    “In the basement and completely out of the purview of the Preservation Committee; otherwise we Talbots would be the talk of Lexington,” said Kendra.

    “Come, I’ll show you our play space while Kendra finishes lunch,” said Lloyd.  Lloyd had been surprised at how attractive Portia and Stacy were.  His prior experience had taught him females interested in S&M tended to be overweight.  But Portia was very pretty with a compact well-proportioned figure and Stacy was a statuesque blonde beauty with an incredible rack he was anxious to explore.    

       Portia and Stacy followed Lloyd downstairs into a fully finished basement matching the footprint of the house.

    “This is where Nicole and Elliot hang out when they’re not in school,” said Lloyd leading them through a room of comfortable, casual furniture facing a large screen television.  The two youngest Talbots were on a school trip to Washington DC.  Different brands of control boxes for video games were stacked on a nearby table.  Air hockey and foosball tables occupied one side of the room.  At the far end was a steel door Lloyd had to unlock before they could enter.

     “If you don’t mind my asking, how do you keep your children from knowing about this,” asked Stacy as they followed him through the door into a well-lighted room obviously furnished for sado-masochism.  It appeared very clean and well organized.  The walls were covered with art and there were several objects of art on pedestals scattered throughout the room.

    “Actually, they know because last month we sat them down and told them.  We even gave them a brief tour,” said Lloyd.  “They’d been dropping hints for months about what was in there?”

    “How did they react,” asked Portia?

    “Nicole and Elliot are very mature for their age.  Nicole is fourteen and her brother thirteen.  Of course, we never use this room while they’re here.  One night at dinner, Elliot came right out and asked what was in the secret room in the basement.  He said none of his friends had a locked room in their basement and he wanted to know what it was for.  He was quite insistent.”

    “So you told him,” said Stacy.

    “After a lot of agonizing, but what else could we do?  Elliot’s a very bright and inquisitive child.  If we hadn’t satisfied his curiosity he would have picked the lock or found some way to get in.”

    “Were they surprised,” asked Portia?

    “Yes, but isn’t every child when he or she discovers Mommie has a pussy and Daddy sticks his peter in it.  I know I was shocked the first time I spied on my parents.  What was your experience, Stacy?”

    “Total amazement, I was ten when I woke up hungry one night and on the way to the kitchen discovered my mother kneeling on the living room floor giving daddy a hummer.  They’d been to a cocktail party,” said Stacy.

    “How did they react,” asked Lloyd?

    “They didn’t see me so I got to watch the part where he went down on her.  That was followed by a good old fashioned missionary style screwing where my mother’s loud moans made me think daddy was hurting her.”

    “Your parents never knew you were watching,” asked Portia?

    “Not till the next day when I confronted my Mother and asked her what in the hell she and daddy were doing.”

     “How did your mother respond,” asked Lloyd?

     “Being a female doctor, she didn’t flinch from my sexual education.  My Mom dove right in.  In clinical detail lasting three hours she described the entire gamut of heterosexual intercourse. She followed her lecture up with age appropriate books and a video.  That was succeeded by further discussion of the course material.   I have to hand it to my Mom.  She was thorough.  I wound up with an excellent textbook knowledge of doing the nasty.  I became the go to person in my class when someone had a question about sex.”

    “But you didn’t apply the knowledge until much later,” said Portia.

    “Correct, as the other students gained practical experience my academic learning lost value.  But since arriving at college, I’ve increased my practical experience by leaps and bounds.”

    “How about you, Portia,” asked Lloyd leading the girls into the middle of the room?

     “My older sister and I grew up in a small three bedroom house in Trenton, New Jersey.  The walls were paper-thin and my sister’s bedroom shared a heating duct with my parent’s room.  We used to lay in bed listening to them.  They were loud, energetic, and very vocal about what they expected from each other.  Since my sister was three years older than me, she became my sexual mentor.  I don’t recall ever seeing my parents having intercourse but when your older sister has a collection of dildos including a strapon and she is willing to demonstrate exactly what they’re doing, you gain knowledge quickly.  How about you, Lloyd?”

    “My first sighting was on a yacht my parents and two other couples leased for a two week cruise in the Caribbean, six adults and five children on a ninety seven feet motor sailor does not make for privacy.  One of the seven was a girl, my age in years but far ahead in knowledge and experience.   One night, we were anchored in a cove on a small island off Barbados.  We’d spent the day snorkeling and we kids were exhausted and went to bed early.  Thinking back it must have been planned by the adults as a means to have some privacy.  Judy, the knowledgeable one, woke me and told me to be quiet and follow her.  We climbed through a hatch near the bow.  Back in the cockpit, there were six drunken adults playing Naked Twister.  The winner got to fuck the loser.  My Mom had just lost to Judy’s Dad.”

    “So your parents were swingers.  Did they catch you watching them,” asked Portia?

    “Not that night, but it had the effect of turning me into a master spy.  When they eventually found the microphone and television camera I installed in their bedroom, they sat me down for a detailed account of the birds and the bees.  That was before they grounded me for a month.”

    “Did they admit to mate swapping,” asked Stacy?

    “Somewhat reluctantly, however, they didn’t have a choice when they discovered I had filmed them having sex with another couple.”

     “How did you present all this to Nicole and Elliot?  It’s a bit beyond the norm,” said Portia looking around the room.

      “We tried to be honest.  We told them it was our own special way of enjoying each other and most parents pursued sex differently.  We said sado-masochism along with vanilla sex was an important part of our lives and something we enjoyed together and with other adults.”

    “And that satisfied them,” asked Stacy?

    “For now, but I predict there will be another round of questions and more detailed answers will be expected,” said Lloyd.  “Kendra and I are not looking forward to that.”

    “So BDSM and family life can co-exist,” said Stacy running her hand over a furnishing she recognized.

     “I can only speak for Kendra and myself but we’re managing,” said Lloyd.  “Any questions about our play space?”

    “The paintings are incredible.  Who’s the collector?’ asked Portia scanning the art works?

    “Guilty, I studied art in college until I realized writing computer software instead would allow me to have a family and buy them something to eat,” said Lloyd.

    “Is this an antique,” said Portia gently turning the pages of a book set on a podium in front of a group of paintings.

    “Yes, circa 1861, I collect early America art related to BDSM and that is one of my more interesting finds,” said Lloyd flipping a wall switch to illuminate the book and the art behind it.  “You are looking at one of the earliest examples of an illustrated S&M manuscript.”

    “Fascinating,” said Stacy glancing at each of the pictures.  “Tell us about it.”

     “It’s titled, ‘The Capture and Savage Violation of the Slocum Family By Mangas Colorado and His Band of Apaches.’  It was written and illustrated by Emily Slocum.  The illustrations in the printed text were made from the paintings hanging on the wall.  They used a technique called camera obscura to create the printing plates from the paintings.”

     “How did you find it,” asked Portia reading the first page of Emily’s narrative?

     “I got lucky.  I was in college at San Jose State.  Although I’d just changed my major from art to computer science I was still interested in art.  I had some money I’d inherited from my uncle and decided that if I couldn’t be an artist at least I could be an art collector.  Due to my sexual preferences, I chose American BDSM as the theme of my collection.  I frequented art galleries and auctions looking for bargains making friends with dealers and gallery owners.  One day a dealer I’d gotten to be good friends with said he had something unusual he couldn’t sell in his gallery because of its content.  It had come to him through an estate sale that included some traditional paintings of serious value.  He sold the book and paintings to me for only five hundred dollars.  It was found in the attic of a mansion in Riverside, California owned by a deceased and eccentric millionaire who had acquired it somehow.”

     “That was an incredible bargain,” said Stacy.

     “Yes, the fact the artist and writer was a woman makes it most unusual for the time.  In early 1858, Emily, her father Jeremiah, mother Cecilia, older brother Samuel, and younger sister, Katherine, set out in a wagon train from St. Louis for California.  They took the southern route passing through the New Mexico and Arizona territories.  The first picture in the set shows the Slocum family ready to depart.”

     “Handsome pioneer family,” said Stacy looking closely at the family grouped in front of an ox drawn Conestoga wagon.  No one was smiling.  The three women were dressed in long black dresses and wore bonnets.  The two Slocum males wore bulky wool suits with bowler hats.

     “Yes, in her book, Emily makes quite a to do of the family’s physical appearance especially her father and brother’s.  Her parents were actually well off for those days.  The wagon train made good time and they had reached New Mexico Territory when disaster struck.  Look at the second painting.”

    “Broken axle,” said Portia reading the title under the second painting.  It showed the family looking somewhat forlorn as the other wagons left them.  The front wheel of their wagon was lying flat on the ground.

    “Their wagon broke down in Cooke’s Canyon, a long narrow gorge and a favorite ambush site for the Chircahua Apaches under the great war chief Mangas Colorado.  The other wagons in a moment of supreme cowardice drove on leaving the Slocum’s to make repairs and catch up in Tucson.  The third picture tells what happened next.”

    “Captured,” said Portia reading the caption of the third painting.  It showed the Slocum’s looking terrified cowering in the middle of dozens of Indians.  “Is this story true?”

    “At least in part, I was able to verify from military records that a family named Slocum consisting of a man, woman and three children was rescued by a detachment of cavalry under the command of a Lt. Worthy Bascom.  The report said the Slocum’s had been horribly abused by the savages before Bascom’s detachment drove them off.  But it doesn’t go into specifics about their injuries.  I suppose the Lieutenant was being gentile.  You didn’t write about rape and mayhem in those times.”

    “They stripped them.  Who is the big Indian?” said Stacy looking at the next picture.  It showed the family standing naked against the side of the wagon.  They were staring fearfully at a large Apache who was a head taller than anyone else.  Other Apaches were trying on the captive’s clothes.  The images graphically depicted the sexual organs of the Slocums.

     “Mangas Colorado himself, along with Cochise and Geronimo, the greatest of the Apache war chiefs.  The Army murdered him in 1863 after he surrendered and offered to sign a peace treaty.  He was six feet four inches tall.  That I have verified but it was common knowledge he was a giant for that period.”

     “The Slocum men were well endowed and the women had good figures,” said Portia studying the picture.

     “Yes, too well endowed and that is where Emily seems to jump from a historically accurate account into S&M porn,” said Lloyd.

     “You’re right.  The cocks are too large and the women’s breasts are bigger than Stacy’s,” said Portia.

     “But not as beautiful,” said Lloyd lifting Stacy’s shirt up to expose her braless breasts.

     “I’m surprised pioneer men and women were just as boob-centric as we are today,” said Stacy placing her hands under her breasts and lifting them in a gesture signifying they were available for Lloyd’s closer inspection.

     “Magnificent, have you ever posed before,” said Lloyd leaning down to kiss one of Stacy’s nipples as his fingers squeezed the other?

     “No,” said Stacy lifting Lloyd’s head to engage in a passionate kiss.

     “Stop.  You two control yourself.  The vanilla part of the agenda is later this afternoon,” said Portia pulling on Stacy’s arm.

     “You’re right, Portia, but some things are hard to resist,” said Lloyd releasing Stacy.

     “I find Emily’s account fascinating.  Please continue,” said Stacy reluctantly pushing her shirt down.

     “I think Emily fantasized about the size of her father and brother’s cock,” said Lloyd returning to the paintings and manuscript.

     The next painting showed Jeremiah tied upright to the side of the wagon over the enormous wheel, his arms and legs in a starfish configuration.   There was a thin strip around each testicle pulling it away from its partner toward opposite sides of the wheel rim.  Another chord pulled his cock straight toward the earth.  He appeared to be in considerable pain.

    “Rawhide,” said Portia reading the caption on the painting.  “What does that mean?”

    “Rawhide is untanned cow hide cut in narrow strips.  Since it was never subjected to tanning it has the property that if you wet it then allow it to dry, it will shrink as much as thirty percent.  One of the favorite Apache tortures was to tie a narrow strip of wet rawhide around a woman’s breasts or a man’s testicles and let the hot sun do the rest.”

     “No wonder everyone was scared shitless of the Apaches,” said Portia.

     “There are numerous accounts of Apache atrocities by settlers where men are castrated by the simple use of wet rawhide.  You staked the man out in the hot sun, tightly secured his balls with wet rawhide then relaxed and chanted to the Great Spirit while he screamed his head off. They didn’t have television so good entertainment was rare.  If the cavalry had not arrived, Jeremiah Slocum would have gone to his grave without the family jewels.”

    “They’re huge and stretched a good six inches,” said Stacy feeling warmth between her thighs brought about by the erotic images facing her.

     “No doubt a product of Emily’s overactive imagination,” said Lloyd.

     “The Apaches engaged in sodomy,” asked Portia after reading the caption of the next painting in which Samuel was on all fours with an Apache cock in his mouth and ass.

     “Note how large the Apache’s cocks are in, ‘Samuel is Sodomized.’  It’s quite absurd, really,” said Lloyd.  “But yes, the Apaches like almost all our Native American tribes weren’t too picky gender-wise about whose hole they plugged.”

     “Samuel’s cock is hard, too.  As are the Apache’s waiting their turn with him,” said Portia.

     “Yes, it reminds me of one of the monthly all male group sex parties, we have right here in Lexington at the Courtyard Inn.  Everyone kicks in twenty bucks to hire a twink for the evening and we take turns with him,” said Lloyd matter of factly.  “By the time we’re done with him, his asshole won’t close and its oozing semen.”

     “You and Kendra have a very interesting sex life,” said Stacy.

     “We work hard to keep it interesting, inviting two beautiful college girls to be our dominatrices for example.  We also allow each other latitude to participate in sexual situations without the spouse.   I attend my monthly all male bisexual married men parties and Kendra has her weekend at Leslie Cabot’s fuck-a-thon among other activities.”

    “They say the secret to a successful marriage is to work at it,” said Stacy.  “I see little Emily lost her cherry to the war chief himself.”

     “Yes, Mangas was the first to put the stones to her, as my Italian neighbor would say,” said Lloyd.

     “He’s huge,” said Portia looking at the painting titled, “My Defilement.”  Emily was on her hands and knees.  A kneeling Mangas Colorado had a firm grip on her flanks and was shoving his manhood into her bleeding vagina.

     “If his cock was that large, it must have hurt,” said Stacy.

     “Emily in the text writes at length about how his enormous cock filled her delicate sex.  Open her book at the bookmark and read.  You’ll see why I consider this part historical account and part pornography,” said Lloyd.

    Portia flipped the page to the bookmark and read aloud:

    “His rough hands seized my womanly hips, ordering me to be still to facilitate his assault.  My only idea of what to expect was based on the occasion I watched Mr. Wilkinson’s Jersey bull, Thomas, impregnate our cow, Niagara.  Mother was furious when she learned I had witnessed old Mr. Wilkinson’s take hold of Thomas’s enormous member and position it at Niagara’s opening.  Seizing his opportunity, Thomas shoved his great body forward driving into Niagara in one straightforward action.  Niagara’s bellow made my ears ring as her hind legs fought to sustain his bulk.

   Like Niagara I found myself straining to support the weight of the Apache chief as he crouched over me.  The tip of his manhood parted the folds of my sex seeking my too small opening.  He halted for a moment.  I heard the sound of expectorating.  His callused fingers touched my female parts smearing his sputum over the surface.  Later, I learned it was common practice for the male to cover the female’s sex with his saliva to ease his entry.

    My defilement by the savage was quick and brutal.  Returning the blunt head of his instrument to my opening, his hand cruelly grasped my hips as he forced himself in me.  The pain was acute as he encountered my maidenhead.  The proof of my virtue resisted his incursion causing him to redouble his effort.  I felt something begin to tear then in an instant I was a ruined woman screaming my shame to the heavens.  His manhood was deep inside me.  My agony was unbearable but all I could do was weep and pray my ordeal would end.  I heard my father curse the Apache calling down God’s wrath on them for their depredation of the Slocum Family.

    To my right, I heard Katherine suffer my fate.  Her screams reverberated off the walls of the cursed canyon where the Apache found us easy prey.  My Mother, being a woman and mother, bore her assault quietly as savage after savage mounted her.

    For my poor brother it was worse as the Apache, lacking Christian learning, repeatedly performed dual acts of sodomy against his person.  I had heard men engage in such depraved acts but had never believed I would witness such wickedness.

    The Apache Chief thrust into me repeatedly until at last he filled me with his life-giving seed.  Upon his withdrawal I had no respite as another took his place.  It was then a young brave placed his penis against my lips.  My resolve to keep my mouth closed failed when he held his knife against my throat.  I imitated Samuel and my Mother, pleasuring the savage with my lips and tongue until he spewed his seed into my mouth.  The savage cried a loud whoop of triumph as he stained my virtue forever.  His knife at my throat forced me to swallow his liquor.”

    “Wow,” said Stacy when Portia finished.

    “Porn or historically accurate account,” asked Lloyd?

    “I opt for both,” said Portia.

    “It’s fascinating what our pioneers endured in their drive to settle the West.  What’s next?” said Stacy.

     “In the next painting, Mother Cecilia and Sister Katherine get their share of Apache dick.  The following three paintings are basically scenes of the three women being raped in both orifices.  Emily was quite the artist.  Her use of color, light, and perspective are excellent.  You can see Samuel being ass fucked in the foreground while in the background Jeremiah’s scrotum achieves a prodigious length.”

     “What’s happening here,” asked Stacy pointing to the next painting in the series?

     “Simple rape has lost its charm and it is time to bring fire into the picture.  In the first painting on the next to bottom row, the women are standing while their breasts are bound in wet rawhide.  Emily’s have begun to swell and discolor.”

     “Our little Emily’s tits look like watermelons,” said Stacy noting the size and striped color of her mammaries.

     “But in the next painting, things really get serious,” said Portia pointing to the final set of paintings labeled Trial By Fire.

     “This part is also supported by independent accounts of Apache behavior.  Apaches employed fire when torturing their captives.  One of Geronimo’s favorites for ranchers who settled Indian land was to cook them inside one of their beef carcasses.  Settlers who were dumb enough to be captured suffered horrible deaths.  Geronimo’s men would kill one of his cows, cut it open and gut it.  They’d place the naked captive inside the carcass and seal it up expect for the face so he doesn’t smother.   They suspended the encased captive from a tree limb and build a fire under him.  You basically cooked in the animal’s body fat.  It took several hours to die.  Settlers were told that if they were about to be captured to place their gun in their mouth and pull the trigger.  Save the last bullet for yourself was the rule.”

    “Why were the Apaches so savage,” asked Stacy?

    “Partly their religion, partly just payback for the way they were treated.  The Mexican government offered a bounty for dead Apaches.  It had a graduated scale that included women and children.  Settlers and the army didn’t hesitate to rape and murder their women.”

    “Did they really do that to the Slocum women,” asked Portia viewing the scene of extreme torture combined with rape?

    “According to Emily’s account, they dug a narrow trench and filled it full of burning mesquite.  Mesquite wood burns quick and hot.  They used pieces of the wagon to build a frame to hold the women over the fire while they raped them.  The areolas of their swollen boobs were just above the fire.  You can imagine how that must have felt. My research confirmed that captured women were found with charred or even burned off breasts.”

    “How horrible,” said Stacy looking at the paintings of the women’s violent reactions to being raped while their breasts rested in glowing coals?

    “But before, anything was completely burned or ripped off, Lt. Worthy Bascom of General Carleton’s army arrived and drove the Apaches off,” said Lloyd putting his arms around Portia and Stacy to take hold of their breast.  His hand slipped inside Portia shirt to fondle her nipple ring.

     “And their ordeal was over,” said Portia peering at the painting of the breathless arrival of the cavalry with bugle blaring.  The Apaches were fleeing in terror leaving the naked Slocums to greet their rescuers.

     “Except that on the journey to Tucson, the Lieutenant suggested to Jeremiah that the three now defiled Slocum women show their appreciation to his men by providing sexual intercourse.  As the Lieutenant pointed out to the senior Slocum, women who had been raped by the Apache did not merit the normal respect due to womankind.  They were ruined women on the same level as prostitutes.  Besides his men were horny and women were scarce on the frontier.”

    “Some things never change,” said Stacy.  “Someone rapes you and you’re damaged goods.”

    “And Emily’s father agreed,” asked Portia?

    “He found the Lieutenant’s argument convincing.  Besides, how was he going to argue with forty armed troopers who saved him from having his balls slowly ripped off?”

     “I’ve read where women on the frontier in some instances were forced to service all their male relatives,” said Portia.   “A bride of one brother would wind up having sex with all the unmarried males of her husband’s family including his brothers and even his father and uncles if the wives was deceased.”

     “In her narrative, Emily recounts in detail how the three Slocum women had sex with dozens of soldiers each night on the journey to Tucson.  Apparently several of the troopers were from New Orleans and they introduced her to the French perversion of using their mouth to pleasure a woman’s sex.  Oral sex made a big impression on Emily in her narrative but she didn’t include it in her paintings.  Too embarrassed at her enjoyment of such a wicked perversion.”

    “An amazing story and equally amazing illustrations.  Who is the little boy in the last painting?” asked Stacy referring the final painting of Emily standing once again with her family holding the hand of a study looking male child with a mane of black hair.  Katherine was holding the hand of a girl child approximately the same age as Emily’s son.  The mother was holding the hand of twin boys?

    “According to the text, that’s the bastard son of Mangas Colorado.  How Emily would know that is beyond comprehension.  This was before DNA testing.  Both mother and daughters became pregnant as a result of their experience in Cook’s Canyon.  If you like, I’ll email you a digital copy of Emily’s yarn.”

     “I’d like that very much,” said Portia.  Kendra has our email address.

     “Me too, whatever happened to Emily and the Slocums,” asked Stacy.

    “Settled in San Bernardino where Jeremiah opened a successful farm implement business.  Emily married a Titus Loren, had four children by him, all boys, and lived to be seventy-five.  Do you have any questions or comments about our play space?”

    “Does this dampen the sound enough to keep the neighbors from calling the police,” asked Stacy touching the thick matted material covering the walls and ceiling?

    “Yes, it’s a commercially available product used to suppress noise in office buildings.  Banks use it in their automated coin counting facilities,” said Lloyd.  “You can scream your head off and no one outside this room will hear a thing.  Believe me, we’ve tested it.”

    “How did you learn about it,” asked Portia?

    “From one of the many WEB sites dedicated to supporting those in the S&M lifestyle,” said Lloyd.

    “I’ve been in one of these before,” said Stacy referring to the pair of handsomely constructed punishment benches bolted to the stone floor.  Stacy recalled Mistress Charlize and Simone had restrained her on an identical furnishing.

    “I’m surprised because they’re not many of those in New England.  In fact I don’t know of a single one.  They’re made in the UK and top of the line, very expensive.  Honestly, we couldn’t afford them new but an elderly couple in our group who had megabucks had to give up the lifestyle when the man developed a heart condition.  They didn’t want their children and grandchildren to discover their secret life so they sold them for a fraction of what they paid.”    

    “I was spanked and tortured with electricity until I was out of my mind,” said Stacy running her hands over the smooth walnut finish recalling with a shudder her experience at the Auto-De-Fe.

    “We’re not into electricity but spanking is on our menu,” said Lloyd looking quite pleased his wife had arranged for two such beautiful and willing young girls to dominate them.

    “I told Kendra we are not experienced dominatrix but we are interested in learning and we’ve both been submissives. So we understand the basics,” said Portia.

    “That’s perfectly acceptable.  Kendra and I make a point of exposing the BDSM lifestyle to those who haven’t experienced it,” said Lloyd.  “There are several couples right here in Lexington who were introduced to S&M by the two of us.  Most dominants start out as submissives so you two are not unusual.”

    “I wasn’t aware S&M was so widely practiced,” said Stacy wondering if there was a chapter in Weston and whether any of the Todds were members.

    “More wide spread than you would think but of course, we don’t advertise.  These plastic totes contain everything you will need, zippers, nipple clamps, ball crushers and tongue stretchers.  This contraption here will be used for the first time this afternoon,” said Lloyd holding up a complicated appearing device made of leather straps and metal.

    “What is it,” asked Stacy taking the device from Lloyd to examine it more closely?   Stacy could tell from the shape it was intended to incase a male’s cock and balls.

    “A Jakarta Cock and Ball Stretcher, it’s new, never been used before. A friend who travels to Indonesia on business bought it for me.  There is a WEB site that sells them but it’s more expensive.”

    “How does it work,” asked Stacy taking a firm grip on Lloyd’s trouser covered crotch?  Her acute sense of touch allowed her to grip one of his testicles and squeeze it.

    “You must be anxious to get started,” asked Lloyd looking pleased to be the object of Stacy’s aggressive behavior?  “So am I. Cock and Ball Torture or CBT is one of my favorite S&M activities.”

    “I am looking forward to making you scream,” said Stacy.  It was a spontaneous move on Stacy’s part and she was pleased at Lloyd’s response.  He leaned slightly forward pressing his gonad into her hand as he continued his explanation.  She could tell he liked having his gonad squeezed.

    “It’s simple, really.  You open the device like so and put my privates inside and snap it shut. You circle this leather strap around the base of my cock and balls and pull it tight.  I need to be hard before you tighten it.  That won’t be a problem.  I’ve been getting an erection ever since Kendra showed me the pictures you emailed and told me you were coming.  These two adjustable rings fit around the base of each testicle.  When you turn this wheel it stretches my left nut away from my body.  This one does the right,” said Lloyd.

    “Just like Jeremiah Slocum’s,” said Stacy.

    “The same idea, getting your nuts stretched is dear to the heart of every CBT enthusiasts,” said Lloyd.

    “They work independently of one another,” asked Portia noting how the device operated?

    “Exactly, and this adjustable ring goes under the lip of my cockhead.  Then you tighten it so it won’t slip.  Once everything is in place you turn each of the three wheels and the connecting rods telescope stretching my parts.”

    “Looks very painful,” observed Portia taking the device from Stacy to examine it more closely.  “There was small sharp edges on the inside.”

   “Yes, they penetrate the flesh as the device elongates.  Actually, it’s not only a stretcher but a crusher,” said Lloyd.

   “Who thought this up,” asked Portia?

   “According to the WEB site, executioners employed by the King. The original was a combination torture and execution device.  If you offended the King, they stretched your cock and balls until something ripped off and you bled to death.  They worked slowly to make you suffer the maximum.  And it was performed in a public square where passersby could enjoy your agonizing death.”

    “Isn’t it dangerous,” asked Portia?

    “No, the modern version has been altered to limit how far it will stretch,” said Lloyd

    “But it will stretch you far enough to cause these pain,” asked Portia reaching down to take Lloyd’s other testicle in her hand.      

    “Excruiatiating agony, I’ll be screaming my head off and begging you to stop,” said Lloyd his erect penis tenting his trousers.  He closed his eyes to focus on the pleasure he was feeling from the girl’s pressure on his balls.

    “I am so looking forward to hearing you beg,” said Stacy finding herself turned on by the thin sheen of sweat appearing on his brow and his obvious enjoyment in the pain she was causing him.

    “You will hear me.  I promise,” said Lloyd his voice barely above a whisper.

    “Maybe we’ll have a contest to see who screams the loudest,” said Portia as she and Stacy removed their hands from Lloyd’s testicles at the same moment.

    “I’m sure Kendra and I would love to compete,” said Lloyd gasping in relief as the pressure on his gonads disappeared.

    “Is there a comparable device for Kendra,” asked Portia handing back the contraption Lloyd returned to its container?

    “Yes, we both have new toys for you to use on us,” said Lloyd reaching into a storage container labeled ‘Breasts’ to extract a device whose shape resembled a brassiere with cups consisting of two wire baskets.

    “Let me guess, Jakarta Tit Crushers,” said Portia taking the contraption from Lloyd to examine it more closely.

    “A logical guess but wrong, this nasty little instrument is modeled after a torture implement developed during the final years of the Inquisition.  It’s called Satan’s Breasts.  It was used to extract confessions from suspected female heretics,” said Lloyd.

    “They also have pins,” said Stacy noting the inside was lined with needle like pins.  She felt a surge of excitement as she imagined the sharp points entering Kendra’s sizeable breasts from every direction.

    “Yes, the idea is similar to the Jakarta Cock Stretcher except you capture the base of the breast in the large ring and the base of the nipple in the small one.  This wheel on the front causes the basket to change shape.  Turn it and see,” said Lloyd.

    “Evil,” said Portia noting how the basket became narrower and longer.

    “Did the heretics confess,” asked Stacy?

    “Everyone confessed unless they were lucky enough to collapse and die which got their torturers in big trouble,” said Lloyd.

    “Why was he in trouble,” asked Portia?

    “Because he sent a soul to hell without giving it a chance to confess and repent,” said Lloyd.  “A grave error in those religious times.  Dying on your torturer’s hands was likely to get him declared a familiar of Lucifer and sentenced to be burned alive at the next Auto-De-Fe.”

    “And Kendra has never experienced this,” asked Portia?

    “No, FedEx only delivered it yesterday.  Kendra insisted on something new to wear for your visit,” said Lloyd.

    “I hope she enjoys wearing them as much as we enjoy putting them on her,” said Stacy handing back the Satan’s Breast.

     “Those are interesting, St. Andrew’s crosses, I believe,” said Portia referring to the two large X-shaped crosses mounted on circular metal plates occupying one end of the room.

    “Correct, but with some special features I added myself.  I modified the basic design to make them more functional.  Of course, the St. Andrews represents classic sado-masochism. The slave is utterly at his mistress’s mercy,” said Lloyd moving to the X-shaped furnishing.  “I started from plans I got off the Internet, a site named Satan’s Hardware.” Lloyd pushed a button on a control box and the cross began to slowly rotate.  “See, you can alternate between whipping the back and front of the slave.”

    “You made these yourself,” asked Portia pressing a switch causing the other St. Andrew’s cross to turn?

    “Not entirely, my younger brothers, Leo and Lionel, own a machine shop in Lowell.  They fabricated the rotating base plates and motorized them but I put everything else together after about a dozen trips to Home Depot,” said Lloyd.  “They’ll be over later but they’re strictly vanilla.”

    “Very impressive,” said Portia twisting the dial causing the cross to spin faster.

    “Once you get Kendra and I secured, you can turn us upside down by releasing the brake like so and slowly turning this crank.  It’s counter balanced so it moves easily,” said Lloyd demonstrating how to alter the cross’ position.  “Once we’re upside down, you can start us spinning again.  Having your privates whipped while spinning upside down is something every submissive should experience.”

    “An amazing reproduction,” said Portia referring to the enormous oil painting hanging on the wall behind the crosses.

    “Yes, the one object of art in this room that is not an original.  Of course if it were I’d have to be one of the world’s richest men.  I saw it on eBay and could not resist.  A talented art student with a gift for mimicry painted it,” said Lloyd as he flicked a wall switch causing the painting to be illuminated.  “According to the paperwork, she spent six months in the Cleveland Museum of Art studying the original.”

    “Enlighten me,” said Stacy studying the impressive oil painting.

    “The original is called the Crucifixion of St. Andrew.  Caravaggio painted it in 1607.  He was the bad boy homosexual of the great Renaissance masters, a drinker and brawler without equal.  The original is priceless, hundreds of millions.”

    “It’s beautiful and terrible all at the same time,” said Stacy studying the anguished face of the saint as the Romans nailed his wrists to the rough wood.

    At that moment, Lloyd’s cell phone rang.  It was Kendra summoning them to lunch.

Chapter 44 D&S in Suburbia

    “This is delicious.  What’s in it,” asked Stacy?

    “Corn and tomato salad with shrimp and watercress,  I got it off the Food Network WEB site.  It’s low carb,” said Kendra.

    “Rabbit food but healthy and full of the energy to power your whip arm,” said Lloyd before adding, “It’s delicious, too.”

    “Let’s go over the program while we eat,” said Kendra handing the others a stapled set of pages.  “This is almost identical to the one I emailed you; however I added some margin notes to help you understand the role-play.

    “I’ve done role-play once before,” said Stacy recalling her evening with the Russo’s where she played a high school student.

    “And how did it go?” asked Lloyd?

    “Fine, I was nervous at the start but I got my head into it after a while,” said Stacy.

    “I’m looking forward to being your mother,” said Portia looking sternly at Kendra.

    “And I’m looking forward to being punished for being a bad daughter,” said Kendra doing her best to look terrified.    

    “Do you have a safe word,” asked Portia after glancing at the pages to commit them to memory?

    “Safe words are for whimps,” said Lloyd.

    “If you follow the program, we shouldn’t need one.  Lloyd and I have submitted to this particular regimen before and we can handle it,” said Kendra.

    “Christ, I’m getting horny just reading it,” said Lloyd holding the sheet up.  “I prefer woman as dominants, especially beautiful ones.”

    “Me too,” said Stacy envisioning how she would carry out each step of the long program.  She also made a note to brutally punish Lloyd for flirting with her in front of his wife.

    “How long should this take,” asked Portia?  “We’re in no rush but I want to pace it correctly.”

    “About two hours, take your time and don’t hurry.  There’s a place in the program for you to take a break.  I suggest at least a half hour.  That should allow us sufficient suffering time,” said Lloyd.

    “Suffering time, I like that,” said Stacy studying the program as she ate.

    “In our opinion, no S&M program is complete without a period in which the submissive is left to enjoy his agony,” said Kendra.  “Just turn out the lights and leave us in the dark to meditate on the error of our ways.”

    “What’s the longest you’ve ever suffered,” asked Portia?

    “All night, as I recall.  But that’s only with a very experienced master and mistress.   Loss of circulation is a serious risk in those situations,” said Lloyd.  “S&M is not without its concerns.  It must be approached with care.”

    “Thirty minutes it is,” said Stacy.  “Portia and I can play video games.”    

     “How did you two find Leslie Cabot’s weekend of illicit sex,” asked Lloyd?

    “I enjoyed it.  It isn’t often you get to screw your brains out for a good cause,” said Stacy.  “At the banquet, I lost all my inhibitions and misbehaved.”

    “Stacy got the orgy started.  She threw off her dress and danced naked on the table.  She let the men drink champagne from her pussy and ass.  It was incredibly decadent,” said Kendra.

    “Our Stacia displayed a never before seen talent for accurately squirting it in the mouths of her admirers,” said Portia.  “Her aim was amazing.

    “How erotic.  What were you doing while all this was happening, Portia?” asked Lloyd.

    “Using all three orifices to service every cock and pussy within reach,” said Portia.  I couldn’t allow Stacy and Kendra to misbehave without me.”

    “Later they organized a fuck line so each of the donors could say he stuck his cock in all thirty two vaginas,” said Kendra.  “Leslie didn’t want anyone to go home disappointed.”

    “Next morning it felt like I had thirty two cocks in all three of my holes.  It was quite an experience,” said Stacy.

    “You were Kendra’s golf partner,” said Lloyd looking toward Portia.

    “Yes, we sucked and fucked our way through eighteen holes plus our own,” said Portia.

    “At each tee, we were shoulder to shoulder leaning on the back of the golf cart taking it dog style,” said Kendra.

    “Kendra said she had a great time and you made her laugh,” said Lloyd.

    “I never knew golf could be so much fun.  Having sex while enjoying a spectacular view of the White Mountains made me feel much closer to nature,” said Portia.

    “Portia and I had sushi for breakfast,” said Kendra referring to the oral sex they provided the Japanese automobile executives.

    “Portia, Kendra said you were a world renown expert on identifying male ethnicity by tasting their semen,” said Lloyd.

    “My expertise is hardly world renown.  But I spent several summer at music camps where I sampled the ejaculate of different nations.  There were musicians from many counties present.  It was a sort of mini-UN,” said Portia.

    “And what was your favorite,” asked Lloyd?

    “Indian men were my personal choice.  The combination of curry spices and a vegetarian diet gave their semen a exotic flavor when it landed on your taste buds,” said Portia recalling the pleasant evenings she performed orally on the two brothers from New Delhi who played cello at the Saratoga Camp for Gifted Young Musicians.

    “I started feeding Lloyd more fish when I got back from the weekend.  Fish flavored semen is delicious and contains Omega-3 fat,” said Kendra.  “What’s your preference, Stacy?”

    “Italian,” said Stacy without hesitating.  “Extra virgin olive oil with a hint of fresh percorrino parmesan is difficult to beat in my view.  But I enjoy having a warm load in my mouth regardless of nation of origin,” said Stacy.

    “An equal opportunity blow job artist,” said Portia.

    “It would be wrong to refuse to suck someone’s cock due to ethnicity,” said Kendra.

    “Oral discrimination is just plain wrong.  It’s not forbidden in the Constitution but it should be,” said Stacy.

   “You women are hilarious.  Ready to start,” asked Lloyd taking his dishes to the sink?

    The four, eager to begin the S&M program, quickly cleaned up the kitchen.  Kendra showed Portia and Stacy to a bedroom where they could change into their dominatrix attire.

    “When you’re dressed, come downstairs to the dungeon.  Your slaves will be eagerly awaiting their punishment,” said Kendra before leaving.    

    They quickly changed into the outfits Portia had carefully selected.  They dressed identically in plain high-heeled pumps, slutty fish net stockings held up by a garter belt, and micro mini skirts slit up the side to reveal the were not wearing underpants.  They were nude from the waist up.  Everything was black and acquired by Portia from their local Good Will store.

    Their skirts concealed the nylon straps of the harness for the new style strapon cocks Portia had somehow acquired.

    “Oh that’s nice,” said Stacy inserting the odd shaped dildo into her vagina and moving it back and forth several times.

    “The strapon kit is a modular design created by a company owned and operated by women.  It only came on to the market three months ago. So it’s state-of-the-art.”

     “This part certainly works for me,” said Stacy flexing her abdomen to press her G-spot against the dildo.

     “According to the directions, it not only anchors the strapon, providing stability it gives the wearer intense pleasure where it counts,” said Portia reading the instruction booklet.  “The fucker’s part which is inside you as we speak is designed to stimulate your G-spot while you hammer the fuckee’s holes.”

    “It feels very good inside me,” said Stacy closing her eyes to concentrate on the pleasure she felt inside her vagina.

    Moments before, Portia handed Stacy a briefcase sized molded plastic case.  “Here’s your brand new female orgasm kit.”

     “Looks awesome,” said Stacy looking over the selection of different size and shaped dildos embedded in foam rubber cutouts.  She removed a large plastic bottle of clear liquid.  “Is this the lubricant we’re to use?”

    “Yes, its’ called Slide and it contains silicone and a warming agent. It’s great for getting large objects in small tight places.”

    “Everything’s nicely labeled,” said Stacy.

    Portia flipped a switch in the top of the case.  “There’s a built in light in case you’re fucking in the dark.”

   “This looks serious,” said Stacy.

   “The ultimate in deep tissue exploration.  It’s called the Rectum Explorer.  We  use it in  step six of the program.”

    “It’s huge,” said Stacy examining the cone shaped foot long device.  There were ten donut shaped rings beginning with one less than an inch in diameter and ending in one five inches across.

    “Slide will get in inside,” said Portia combing her hair.

    “I bet it hurts.”

    “It’s supposed to,” said Portia taking a smaller, more flexible dildo out of the case and mounting it on the front of her harness.  “Put the one labeled Cocksucker on to start.  We use it at the beginning.”

     “It looks like a real dick,” said Stacy twisting the dildo to lock it in place.

     “It’s supposed to look and taste like one,” said Portia.

     “And when do we use the rest of this,” asked Stacy looking over the contents of the case.

     Portia referred to the program sheet with Stacy looking over her shoulder.  “Here, almost at the end, you fix the Butt Reamer in place and mount Lloyd’s rear and ride like the wind.  He’ll be screaming his head off.”

    “I can hardly wait,” said Stacy.

    “Since Kendra has two holes and a clit, I have to add this attachment which allows me to use both the Butt Reamer and the Pussy Auger plus the Clit Stimulator all at the same time.”

    “It’s certainly very complete and well made,” said Stacy once more examining the contents of the case.

    “A true craftsmen takes pride in having the best tools and knowing how to use them,” said Portia.

    “May I ask how you managed to acquire these fine examples of marital aids,” asked Stacy?

    “I was going to tell you about that but I was waiting for the right moment,” said Portia.

    “Whom did you have to fuck,” asked Stacy closing her case to finish her hair and make-up.

    “It isn’t my usual barter arrangement with Mel. They were over three hundred a piece so a quickie in stock room didn’t cover it. ‘Whom’ is plural and so is ‘you’,” said Portia darkening her nipples with make-up.

    “Tell me more.  What have you gotten us into?” said Stacy applying a ruby red shade of lipstick.

    “Sunday afternoon we are attending a private party at ITAM VFW Post 122 in Boston’s North End,” said Portia quickly spelling out the letters.

    “What do all those letters stand for,” asked Stacy?

    “Italian American Veterans of Foreign Wars, it’s a social club for veterans.  My father belonged to a VFW post in Trenton.  He served in Vietnam,” said Portia.

    “Isn’t this weekend Memorial Day,” asked Stacy?

    “Right, and we are going to do something to thank those who served our country in World War Two.”

    “What exactly are we going to do,” asked Stacy applying far more eyeliner than she normally wore.

    “Mel is giving a party for the remaining veterans of the great war.  His grandfather will be there.  He won the Distinguished Service Cross and three Purple Hearts at Guadalcanal.  We’re going to be part of the entertainment.”

    “Are we are going to pop out of a cake naked,” asked Stacy?

    “No, nothing that crazy.  Mel is putting some old army cots in a back room and decorating it like a barracks.  We’re going to entertain the veterans in private.”

    “You mean fuck the veterans in private.  You said World War Two.  My grandfather was in that war.  He’s eighty-six.”

    “Mel and I discussed that.  He said getting them off would be a challenge but he was sure we could handle it.  He’ll offer Viagra to those with a weak dick.”

     “I just hope there is a defibrillator in the building,” said Stacy. “Anything else I need to know?”

    “Just that we’ll be dressed as Army nurses,” said Portia.  “I found the kind of lingerie they wore then.”

    “That sounds hot.”

    “So you’re okay with it,” asked Portia?

    “Of course, it’s our patriotic duty,” said Stacy pinching her nipples to make them stand out.

    “We look good,” said Portia standing beside Stacy looking into the full-length mirror.

    “I’m glad you decided against leather,” said Stacy pulling her hair back in a ponytail.  “It’s not comfortable and it never fits right.  Plus it’s hot.”

    “Mistress Portia is in the mood to whip some Talbot ass,” said Portia brandishing her crop menacingly at her image.

    “Mistress Stacy intends to cause serious pain,” said Stacy snapping her crop on the dresser.

***

   

    When the novice dominatrices opened the door to the basement dungeon, they found Kendra and Lloyd kneeling naked on the floor with their heads bowed.  Lloyd glanced up when they stepped into the room.  He’d experienced difficulties from the moment Stacy arrived taking his eyes of her chest.  Now with her breasts fully displayed, he could not resist a look.

    “How dare you look at me, you pathetic little worm,” said Stacy pushing Lloyd’s face to the ground securing it in place with the insole of her pump.  She struck him hard on the buttocks with the crop.  He yelped in pain grabbing his rear.  Stacy found the red mark on his butt cheek gratifying.  

    I hope I don’t get carried away and really hurt him thought Stacy as she delivered a blow to the other buttock.  The way the skin depressed and reddened excited her.  The force of the blow vibrated through the crop handle into Stacy’s hand.  Nerves carried the signal through her arm to her brain where it was reprocessed into a different type of signal that moved down her spine to her sex.  Stacy’s vagina became warm and wet.

    I’m getting turned on and I just started realized Stacy.   Now for the hard part, sustaining the role-play.  The fact we’re on camera makes this even more erotic.  They had noticed the blinking red lights of the video cameras when they first entered the dungeon.  Upstairs in his home office, Lloyd had shown them the computer server whose storage capacity was capable of capturing the entire two-hour session.  He’d also shown them the video editing system he would use to create their souvenir DVD.

    “I’m sorry, Mistress,” said Lloyd his voice reflecting the pain and fear he was truly feeling.  Lloyd had a well-defined submissive persona.  He easily slipped into the role of a terrified male helpless to resist a dominant female and desperate for pain and more importantly, humiliation.

    His character yearned for the punishment due such an unmanly man.  Years of therapy had been unable to cure him of his fixations.  No incident or relationship in his development pointed to a cause. His sojourns into gay sex had only increased his desire for corporal punishment.  Giving up on psychoanalysis in his early twenties, he decided to embrace his fetish.  He could feel his cock stir in response to the burning sensation in his butt cheeks.

    “Hold your breasts up.  Mother is going to punish you for being a godless whore,” ordered Portia.  During lunch, the Talbots had stressed the importance of verbal abuse listing terms having significant meaning to them.

    “Yes, Mother,” said Kendra straightening her back and throwing her head back as she cupped her breasts, offering them for punishment.  Kendra’s erect nipples signaled her excitement.  Even the most casual observer would sense her almost pathological need for mortification.

    Kendra attributed her desire for severe physical abuse to a dominating mother and father.  Members of a fanatical religious cult who attributed her childhood misbehavior to Satan’s influence, they believed in the adage, spare the rod and spoil the child.  They did not hesitate to whip Kendra and her siblings even after they reached adolescence. Adding to the erotic nature of her family’s punishment ritual was the requirement all clothing had to be removed often with the entire cult present.

    Kendra rebelled by becoming promiscuous at an early age.  Both parents were killed in an automobile accident.  She believed S&M filled her need to be punished for disappointing them.  In today’s session, she looked at Portia as a stand in mother who would help her reenact one of her most painful and humiliating experiences.  It was the time her Mother caught her in Bradford brothers’ van.

    Totally by chance, her mother had witnessed her climbing into the van after school. She had followed her to the park, waiting until she detected the van’s rocking motion to fling open the door.  She found her daughter servicing both boys at the same time.  A naked Kendra’s mouth fully engulfed one brother’s cock while the other was thrusting in from the rear.  Calling her whore and slut, her Mom had pulled her out of the van and thrown her to the ground.

   The Bradfords boys, delighted at the show, had watched as her Mother used switches she’d cut off an abelia shrub in her family’s back yard to whip her.  Her parents following the directions of the cult leader had planted the bush when she was born to have a source of switches.

    Kendra vividly remembered cowering naked on the pavement begging her mother to stop.  She was in the throes of an orgasm when the door opened and her mother hauled her screaming out into the daylight.  The pain of her whipping had become forever associated with sexual pleasure.  Her humiliation was magnified when the Bradfords told her classmates what happened.    

    A second later, the leather tip of Portia’s crop slapped hard against Kendra’s areola causing her to cry out and grab her breast.

    “You moved, child,” said Portia taking hold of Kendra’s hair and twisting her head to face her.  “Did I tell you to move?”

    “No, Mother, you didn’t.  Punish me for not obeying,” said Kendra returning her hands to the underside of her breasts as she once more straightened her spine and thrust out her chest leaning her head back.  Instantly, Portia landed her crop on Kendra’s other breast causing her to shriek with pain and roll on the floor clutching her wounded mammary.

    “Kneel and interlock your fingers behind your head, you pathetic, weak little pervert,” ordered Stacy noting that Lloyd’s cock was hard and a clear drop of semen was perched on the tip.

    “Yes, Mistress,” said Lloyd doing as he was told.

    “You have a very tiny weenie,” mocked Stacy flicking the tip of the crop across the head of his penis.  “There is no way your little dickie could satisfy a woman. Right, slave?”

    Actually, Lloyd, you have a good-sized penis and I’m looking forward to fucking you thought Stacy as she circled the kneeling man lightly snapping the crop on his back and chest.  However, what man outside of Ellis Trabert thinks his cock is really big enough.   There’s not a male on the planet who wouldn’t sell his immortal soul to have ten fat inches slamming into a tight pussy making the female scream as she begged for more.

    “You want to suck my cock, queer,” asked Stacy lifting her skirt to allow the dildo to spring up.

    “Yes, Mistress Stacy,” said Lloyd his eyes laser focused on the realistic black penis bobbing before him.

    “It’s black, your favorite color, right, faggot,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, Mistress,” said Lloyd getting into the scene Kendra had privately suggested to Stacy in an email.  Lloyd had recently volunteered as a submissive bottom for a group of black top men at a Down Low sex party.   He’d described at length to Kendra the things they did to him and how much it turned him on.  He also confessed his guilt at how much he craved black cock especially one in particular.

    “You like sucking black dicks, Lloyd” asked Stacy?

    “Yes. Mistress,” said Lloyd acknowledging his guilt-ridden desire to be used as a woman by black men.

     “Pretend its Roger’s cock and start sucking, you fairy,” ordered Stacy landing the crop of Lloyd’s shoulder causing him to cringe at the pain and the mention of Roger.

    Stacy smiled as Lloyd eagerly took the dildo’s mushroom head in his mouth and began sucking it.  According to Kendra, Roger Hall was the handsome black coach of Elliot’s soccer team.  Lloyd had recently confided to his wife his attraction to Roger.  Kendra had suggested Stacy use his secret attraction to further humiliate him.

    “Now tell me how much you’d love having Roger’s big black dick in your mouth,” said Stacy.

    “I adore having Roger’s cock in my mouth,” said Lloyd in between noisy licks of the shaft.  “He can do anything he wants with me.  I’ll be his sex slave, his bitch.”

     “If you’re a good slave and please your mistress, I’ll stick Roger’s dick in your ass.  Would you like that, faggot?” asked Stacy?

     “Yes, Mistress, fuck me with Roger’s cock, please.  I’ll be good,” said Lloyd.

     “That’s enough for now,” said Stacy putting the strapon back under her skirt. She lightly applied the crop to his left nipple.  “Did that hurt?”

    “No, Mistress,” said Lloyd answering truthfully.

    “Offer your man tits to me,” said Stacy.

    The eager way he stuck out his chest and forced his shoulders back caused Stacy to marvel at his desire for pain.  She didn’t disappoint him.  Her crop slashed down on Lloyd’s nipple.  He winced, grabbing his chest, but did not cry out.  His fully erect cock was bobbing up and down offering an inviting target to her crop.

    “Did that hurt, cocksucker,” asked Stacy teasing his right nipple with the tip of her crop?

   “Yes, Mistress, again, please,” said Lloyd once more arching his back and thrusting out his chest anxious for the blow he knew was coming.

   Stacy struck Lloyd’s nipple with real force this time sending him screaming to the floor both hands clutching his chest leaving his cock exposed.  Quickly, she slapped the crop on the underside of his penis below the mushroom head.  The shaft of the crop impacted the cockhead itself.  An ear splitting shriek resulted. Whimpering and sobbing, Lloyd rolled into a tight ball clutching his chest and privates.

    “Did that hurt, cocksucker,” asked Stacy stepping to where she stood straddle of him?

    Still nursing his burning pectoral and penis, he managed to croak, “Yes, Mistress.”

    “I thought so.  All fours, slave,” said Stacy moving to the next part of the program.

    “You too, Kendra.  Mother wants to ride her godless whore of a daughter,” said Portia after finishing the delivery of a half dozen blows to Kendra’s now red and burning breasts. Per her instructions, Portia had punished each breast managing to land the flexible leather end of the crop on the very tip of each breast. A marginal note in her program had suggested, ‘As hard as you can.’

     Before each blow, Kendra was required to recite, “I am a child of Satan.  Mother must punish me for my sins.”

     Portia was amazed at Kendra’s capacity for sustaining all six blows acknowledging she would have given up at the first one.  Each strike sent Kendra rolling on the floor screaming in pain clutching her wounded flesh.  But in a matter of seconds she returned to the kneeling position, repeated her call for punishment and offer her chest to the crop.

    “Take me for a ride, cocksucker,” said Stacy straddling Lloyd’s back allowing her wet sex to come in contact with his back.

    “We’ll ride together,” said Portia mounting Kendra’s back.

    For the next several minutes, the two slaves carried their mistresses around the dungeon while Stacy and Portia frequently applied their crops to their bottoms and thighs.

    Stacy was surprised Lloyd retained his erection even while she was whipping him mercilessly.   Portia noted that in spite of her frequent use of the crop, Kendra’s nipples were erect and her clit was engorged enough to protrude beyond her labia.

    “You’re wet, daughter,” said Portia roughly feeling Kendra’s sex.  Portia covered her hand with the slave’s vaginal fluids then held them to Kendra’s mouth.  “Lick my finger, slut.”

    “Yes, Mother,” said Kendra taking Portia’s fingers into her mouth.

    “These slaves are useless as horses. Let’s see how they perform orally,” said Stacy stopping the ride.

    “On your back, you little tramp,” said Portia applying the crop to Kendra’s backside.

    “You want to eat your Mistress’ pussy,” asked Stacy as she stood with her pumps on each side of Lloyd’s head facing his feet.  She maintained contact between the crop and his cock, tapping the head repeatedly, hard enough to sting the sensitive flesh.

    “Yes, Mistress,” said Lloyd looking pleased at the opportunity.

    Portia parted her labia as she lowered her sex to Kendra’s face “Are you a pussy eating whore who can’t wait to get her tongue in her Mother’s cunt?”

    “Yes, Mother, I want to eat your pussy,” said Kendra eagerly rolling onto her back.  “I want to lick your sex to show you how much I love you.”

    “Eat my dirty pussy, cocksucker,” said Stacy lowering her body bringing her unwashed sex in contact with Lloyd’s eager tongue.  She hadn’t showered since before her eight o’clock class.  Kendra’s instructions stipulated an unbathed sex was preferred.  “It’s important we smell your sex not some perfumed soap.  Pheromone’s are especially important in S&M.”

    “You’re doing a lousy job, you sinful whore,” said Portia striking Kendra directly on her labia causing her to gasp in pain as she squeezed her legs shut.  “Open your legs wide, wide as they will go,” ordered Portia slamming the crop down on her bare stomach leaving a red line across her belly.  Kendra quickly complied even rotating her ankles outward to further expose her clit.

    “My worthless slave has no idea how to lick his Mistress’s sex,” said Stacy forcibly landing the crop on Lloyd’s penis causing him to arch off the floor, grabbing for his pain filled manhood.

    “Keep licking, whore,” said Portia tapping harder and harder on Kendra’s vulnerable clitoris.  “Tell your Mother you’re sorry for letting those boys have your body.”

   “I’m sorry, Mother, I should have not allowed the Bradford boys to fuck me,” said a tearful Kendra.  “I’m a whore of Satan.”

   “Tell me you love Daddy and me,” said Portia moving her sex over Kendra’s eager tongue.

   “I love you and I love Daddy,” said Kendra.

   Now comes the tricky part realized Stacy as she prepared to smother Lloyd with her sex.  Perfect positioning meant his nose was poking against her anus while her vagina covered his mouth.

    “Having trouble breathing, slave,” asked Stacy after she covered his air passages while reaching to take a firm grip on his testicles?  At lunch, they had spoken fondly of their desire to be smothered by the dominatrice’s sex.   Stacy recalled her time with Faye and how asphyxaphalia had brought her to an orgasm whose intensity was seldom equaled.

    “Breathe the air in my pussy,” said Portia cutting off Kendra’s air supply.

   It was only when their feet began to tap wildly on the floor that Stacy and Portia relented and allowed the pair to breathe.  They repeated the act twice more.  Both girls found the experience of smothering a face with their sex highly erotic.  Portia made a mental note to suggest it to Monk and Les.  Both Lloyd and Kendra emerged with their face and hair covered in glandular secretions.

    “Time to suck Mother’s asshole,” said Portia reminding Stacy of the next step in the program.  Portia gripped her buttocks pulling them apart.

    “Yes. Mother,” said Kendra applying her tongue to Portia’s exposed anus.

    “Rim me,” said Stacy snapping the crop down on Lloyd’s scrotum. She flexed her gluts bringing her sphincter in contact with Lloyd’s mouth.  She sighed as she felt his tongue push past her open anus, swirling around in the first inch of her rectum.

    Portia inhaled deeply then slowly exhaled allowing her sphincter to relax.  She felt the pointed tip of Kendra’s tongue pushing inward past her opening.

   “Tongue your Mother’s asshole, Kendra. Kiss it.  Make love to it with your mouth.  Show me how much you enjoy pleasuring your Mother’s ass with your mouth.  That’s how Satan’s whores show their love for him,” said Portia.

    Stacy and Portia smiled at one another as they enjoyed the eagerly performed anilingus.  Still it was not the role of the domina to be pleased with anything this early in an S&M session.

    “That was very unsatisfactory.  They’ve not performed well at all.  They deserve to be whipped,” said Portia.

    “I agree. Crawl on your belly to the bench,” said Stacy emphasizing her command by once again striking Lloyd’s cock.  It had taken on a reddish hue as a result of repeated blows. She felt exhilarated as he rolled on the floor clutching his wounded groin before crawling the few feet to the punishment bench where he knelt with his arms outstretched eagerly waiting to be restrained then whipped.

   The benches were well designed and easy to use.  In less than a minute, Lloyd and Kendra were tightly restrained unable to move more than an inch.  They were kneeling while leaning forward with their legs spread.  Their arms were bound to the cross member that supported their chest.  A U-shaped cup attached to an adjustable arm fit under their chin forcing their head up.

    This is truly perverse thought Portia as she arranged the straps of the bondage headgear Kendra had selected.  Pulling the straps tight, she finished buckling then checked to make sure the blindfold was in place.  Next she inserted the hooks in Kendra’s nostrils then released the elastic chord attached to the top of the headgear. Her nose was pulled sharply toward her forehead.

    It’s like looking into a shot gun barrel decided Stacy who had finished fitting Lloyd with identical headgear.  His nostrils were now flat to his face.  Stacy took the black rubber ball and began to squeeze it causing the penis gag to inflate.

   Once Kendra’s gag was fully inflated, Portia gave a couple of turns to the red wheel located at the top of the head harness.  It slowly tightened around her skull.

   This is savage thought Stacy as he tightened Lloyd’s causing the brass studs lining the inside of the harness to dig into the skull.  After making a final check of the tightened headgear, Stacy consulted the program sheet unsure of the next step.  After reading for a moment and shaking her head in disbelief, she walked to a nearby mini fridge and removed two small bottles of club soda.  She handed one to Portia.

    They unscrewed the plastic cap, placed their thumb over the open top and shook the bottle.  They placed the bottle directly in front of their nostrils.  Once more they coordinated their movements so simultaneously Lloyd and Kendra found their nasal sinuses filled with club soda.

    Their violent reaction didn’t surprise the two fledgling dominatrice since Portia had found a torture WEB that described the hellish agony of having club soda introduced into your sinuses. Torture with club soda was originally discovered by the Brazilian secret police who adopted it as a standard because it left no visible damage.  The WEB site noted its more recent use by devotees of S&M.    

     Every muscle and sinew in their body became visible as they struggled against the agony of tiny small bubbles of gas exploding inside the highly sensitive cavities located in the front of their skull.  Portia and Stacy watched quietly until Lloyd and Kendra recovered somewhat then repeated the application twice more.      

    Their struggles remind Stacy of her experience at the Auto-De-Fe.  She had spent two hours on an identical bench being whipped then subjected to electrical torture.  She vividly recalled with a shudder Mistress Charlize forcing his oversized cock in her shocked vagina and asshole.  

    Club soda torture complete, Portia and Stacy removed the gags by pressing the air release valve on the inflation bulbs.

    “See what happens to girls who disobey their Mother and let boys stick their nasty penises in them,” said Portia.

    “Yes, Mother, I was evil and I deserved to be punished,” said Kendra after taking several deep breaths to recover from her ordeal.  She had left like her brain was exploding inside her skull.

    “How was it, cocksucker,” asked Stacy taking the gag out of Lloyd’s mouth.

    “Horrible, the worst, Mistress,” said Lloyd his voice slightly distorted by the hooks in his nostrils.

    Stacy’s hand moved over Lloyd’s lower back down the crack of his ass lingering on his sphincter.  Lloyd moaned as Stacy pressed the pad of her finger against his anus.

    “You like having your ass filled.  Don’t you, slave,” asked Stacy.

    “Yes, Mistress,” said Lloyd.

    “Is that because you’re a queer,” asked Stacy?

    “No, Mistress,” said Lloyd pushing back eager to be penetrated.

    “You want me to fuck you in the ass,” asked Stacy as she forced the tip of her finger in his butthole then worked it in a circle?

    “Yes, Mistress, please,” said Lloyd.

    “And since queers are the ones who like to be fucked in the ass, you must be one,” said Stacy moving her finger forward to enter Lloyd’s sphincter.  The experienced digit sought out his prostate then began a slow stroking of the gland.  Lloyd moaned, as a single drop of semen existed his penis.

    “No, Mistress,” said Lloyd feeling intense pleasure from Stacy’s stroking.

    “Let’s see how you like this in your ass, faggot,” said Stacy accepting the anal probe from Portia preparing to force a similar instrument into Kendra’s rectum.  She stepped to Lloyd’s front to show him the marital aid.  Constructed of concentric donut shaped rings graduated in size, the ring at the base was as wide as Stacy’s hand when the smallest one was no bigger than her thumb.  A narrow neck and T-shaped handle allow the anus to close keeping the fully inserted probe in the rectum.  Portia had coated both probes with Slide.

    “Oh God, no, Mother, please don’t,” cried Kendra as Portia breached the center of her anal ring.  Although Kendra was a much smaller person than her husband both probes were identical in size.

    It hardly seems fair since she’s so much smaller but she said her competitive nature required her to take it.  This will definitely fill her large intestine realized Portia as she began to push the probe inside Kendra’s rectum halting occasionally to hand spank her buttocks.

    “Hear that, Lloyd.  Your slut wife says her probe hurts.  Let’s see how you do,” said Stacy as she pushed hard on the T-shaped handle forcing the first two smaller rings past his sphincter.

    “Oh, Jesus, that hurts, take it out Mistress, please,” begged Lloyd.

     Stacy responded by forcing two additional rings past Lloyd’s overstretched anal ring.  On a signal from Portia, they coordinated the final complete entry of the probes.  It took considerable effort to force the last and largest of the rings past their sphincter.  Husband and wife screamed in pain then pleaded for the probes to be removed.

    “Are you getting as turned on as I am,” whispered Stacy to Portia as they held the handles of the butt plugs twisting then partially removing them only to be fully inserted once more.

    Portia grabbed Stacy’s hand and brought it to her vulva pressing it into the wet slimy fluid coating her sex while whispering, “What do you think?”

   Stacy licked her fingers tasting Portia as she once again pushed the plug inward until the handle lined up with Lloyd’s butt crack and no greater penetration could be achieved.

    Stacy took a firm grip on Lloyd’s ball sack pulling it away from his body before twisting and squeezing his testicles.  “Did that hurt, slave,” asked a smiling Stacy?    

    “Yes, Mistress, it hurt like hell,” said Lloyd still trying to cope with the pressure of having such a large object in his rectum.

    “Now what do we have here,” taunted Stacy covering the tip of her finger with the clear semen oozing out Lloyd’s piss slit?  “Stick out your tongue, Lloyd.” When he complied, she placed her fingers in his mouth.  “What does that taste like, Lloyd?”

    “My come, Mistress,” answered Lloyd.

    “You like eating your own spunk, slave,” asked Stacy?  Portia was following Stacy’s lead, filling Kendra’s mouth with her fluid covered fingers.

    “Yes, Mistress,” said Lloyd sucking on Stacy’s fingers.

    “Queer, faggot, fairy, admit it,” said Stacy contemptuously slamming the crop against his backside.

    “Yes, mistress, I’m a faggot,” said Lloyd his eyes filling with tears as he fulfilled his desire to be totally humiliated by being forced to confess he engaged in homosexual acts.  In his favorite masturbatory fantasy, he was naked in Lexington’s main square using a public address system to announce his desire for men’s cocks.

    “Gay men prize large cocks so I’m going to make yours longer,” said Stacy reaching for the Jakarta Cock and Ball Stretcher.

    “Thank you mistress,” said Lloyd.    

    Stacy slipped the leather strap of the device around the base of Lloyd’s scrotum and over the top of his cock then pulled it tight securing it so the blood filling his fully erect penis could not escape.  Next she grasped the large mushroom head, stretching it to the point Lloyd loudly protested she was ripping his dick off.  She then allowed the spring loaded metal ring to snap shut around the under lip crushing the cockhead.

    “Oh my God, take it off,” screamed Lloyd.

    “We’re just getting started.  I need to stretch you first,” said Stacy casually.

    How ingenious thought Stacy as she turned the small screw securing the head of his penis?   Stacy turned the knobs at the base of the device.  A few quick turns and she had Lloyd’s cock and balls stretched beyond its normal length.   She glanced over at the wall where Emily Slocum’s paintings were displayed.  The effect was not unlike the rawhide stretched privates Emily’s father had experienced.

    A few turns of the other knob and the pins lining the inside of the device came in contact with his sensitive flesh of his shaft.  Loud screams of pain soaked into the sound proof material lining the walls of the dungeon.

    That is torture at its worst observed Stacy as she turned the two wheels causing Lloyd’s scrotum to slowly stretch away from its mooring.  The skin was shiny almost translucent when the maximum length was reached.  She could only imagine how it felt to have the hundreds of needle sharp pins burrowing into his overstretched penis.  Stacy’s attention was diverted when she heard Kendra sound an ungodly cry of pain.    

    “Longer nipples for you,” said Portia fastening the snaps of Satan’s Breasts in the center of Kendra’s back.  The cone shaped mesh covered her breasts.

    It is a brassiere Satan would dream up thought Portia as she fitted the device on Kendra.  Portia in her WEB searches for instruments of torture had noted the prevalence of devices intended to torture the female’s breasts.  That was to be expected given most such devices were designed by men.

    Her thoughts went back to the paintball hunt of several weeks ago and the application of the Bangkok Bud Crushers to her own breasts.  The device had been coated with Stacy’s blood when the two sadists gleefully applied it to her.  The sound of her screams had proven to be just the aphrodisiac the men required to repeatedly slam their cocks into her until Leslie’s air horn announced the hunt was over.  With their laughter in her ears, she had rolled on the forest floor clutching her breasts when they removed the devices.    

    Portia positioned Kendra’s nipple though the small ring at the top of the cone then grasped it with a pair of Kelly forceps and pulled until the nodule of flesh was well past the spring-loaded clamp.  Ignoring Kendra’s loud protests her nipple was being ripped off, Portia triggered the nipple restraint.  With an audible click the clamp’s jagged metal teeth bit into her flesh.

    “Take it off, Mother, please,” said Kendra once the pain had subsided to the point she could speak.

    “Does it hurt more than when the Bradford boys were sucking them,” asked Portia working the other nipple to the point she could grasp in with the forceps.

    “Yes, Oh God, Mother, please take it off.  I’ll be good,” said Kendra.

    Portia fitted the other nipple in half the time it took for the first.  She shook each breast to assure the device was properly fitted.  Next, she twisted the small wheel on the side of the wire mesh cone extending and collapsing it at the same time.  The squares formed by the mesh slowly filled with the soft flesh as Kendra fought to control the pain.

    “Come look, Mistress Stacy.  This is fucking incredible,” said Portia when both of Kendra’s breasts were fully deformed into perfect cones.  Drops of blood were slowly dripping onto the dungeon floor.

    “Her nipples must be at least two inches,” said Stacy observing the results of Portia’s efforts.

    “Please take them off, Mother.  I can’t stand the pain,” said Kendra her eyes tearing.

    “Now why would I do that, Kendra?  Maybe the next time you offer those boys your titties, you’ll recall how it felt to be punished,” said Portia.

    “Here,” said Stacy offering Portia the container of zippers.

    Applying the zippers proved quick and easy causing Stacy to understand their popularity in the S&M lifestyle.  Constructed of inexpensive items found in any home, they were simple to use and capable of causing horrific pain.

    Going by the diagram Kendra provided, one zipper was placed on the upper arm running from the elbow to the armpit.  Another went from the back of the knee along the inner thigh.

    Portia attached a short zipper to each side of Kendra’s labia while Stacy circled Lloyd’s pectoral attaching the last to his nipple.  Both slaves whimpered in pain as the girls applied the zippers occasionally consulting the diagram.

    “Time to warm their bottoms,” said Stacy opening the cabinet containing a selection of whips and paddles.  Stacy handled Portia one of the two nine-strand floggers keeping one for her.

    “We whip. You count,” said Portia taking a position at Kendra’s rear.

    “One,” they howled in unison as the nine strands of braided kangaroo leather landed on their buttocks.  During lunch, they had emphasized how important they were whipped as a couple.

    “In a good S&M marriage, the man and wife enjoy suffering the same torments together,” was how Kendra expressed it.

    By the time, they screamed ten their backsides from the top of their shoulder to the backs of their thighs were turning red and Stacy felt so exhilarated she was having trouble maintaining control.  She was finding it difficult not to masturbate with the flogger’s handle.  The sound of the flogger landing on bare flesh followed by their loud screams of pain had brought her to the verge of auto-orgasm.

    “I’m about to climax,” whispered Stacy to Portia as they were putting the floggers back in the cabinet.

    “This is much more exciting than the S&M I did with my sister.  Of course, she was whipping my ass,” said Portia handing Stacy an oval shaped leather covered paddle similar to the one Simone had used on Stacy at the auto-de-fe.

    “It’s exciting being the paddler this time,” said Stacy recalling how her bottom exploded in pain each time Simone’s paddle came in contact with her bare butt.

    The ritual began with screams of “One” proceeded by the noise of the brass studded oval landing with considerable force on bare flesh.  On the fifth blow, Kendra failed to sound the count and it had to be restarted.  Portia suspected Kendra’s failure was on purpose.  A manual check of her vagina revealed it was dripping fluid.

     “They really get off on this,” said Portia when they were placing the paddles back on their hooks.

     “So do I,” said Stacy reaching for two flexible bamboo canes.

     In Portia’s mind, the canes were the worst not that the floggers or the paddles were anything less than god-awful.  But the way the canes made a whirring sound as they disturbed the air was terrifying in itself.

    Stacy returned her cane to the wall rack after Lloyd had managed to shriek ten.  His entire body was shaking and he was crying real tears.  Stacy closed her eyes as she placed her hands on his trembling buttocks.  His flesh felt amazingly warm to her touch.  Her fingers lightly traced along the raised flesh of a welt savoring not only the warmth but also the thin line where the cane had landed.

    Both mistresses rested the side of their face on the warm reddened buttocks of the submissives.  They widened their stances slightly as they reached between their legs and began to masturbate.  The forked fingers of one hand captured their clit as fingers of their other hand entered their vagina.

   It took only moments for the two to bring themselves to an orgasm that lasted several minutes. Once they had recovered, they turned out the lights and left the room.

    But instead of playing video games as they had planned, the girls took turns performing orally on each other.  A half hour later they returned to the dungeon.

Chapter 45 Vanilla in Suburbia

 

    Both Kendra and Lloyd were whimpering when Portia and Stacy returned to the pitch-black home dungeon.  Their labored breath could be heard throughout the large room. It had been exactly thirty-eight minutes since the dominas left.

    The delay was caused by the fact neither Stacy nor Portia could see the clock with her head between the other’s legs.  Using mouths and fingers, they had attacked each other’s sex like powerful jungle cats in season.   It was the most intense sixty nine they’d had in weeks.

    “Doesn’t that sound awesome,” asked Portia hesitating a moment before she flipped the light switch?

    “Let’s just stand here a moment and enjoy it,” said Stacy taking Portia in her arms for a kiss.

    “You smell like pussy,” giggled Portia inhaling the scent of her sex off Stacy’s face.

    “And you taste like mine,” said Stacy tugging at Portia lower lip.

    “Guess we better get back to work,” said Portia reluctantly ending their embrace.

    “Torture is such a demanding profession,” said Stacy as she reached for the light switch.

     “I hope Kendra thinks twice before she lets the Bradford boys put their nasty cocks in her again,” said Portia in a loud voice as she slowly circled Kendra listening to her breath and the rasping sounds she was making with the back of her throat.

    “I’ll be good, Mother. I promise,” said Kendra in a whisper.

    “His ass is so beautifully striped,” said Stacy lightly passing her palm over Lloyd’s buttocks feeling where the cane had raised whelps.

    “They’re sweating like pigs,” said Portia trailing her fingers over Kendra’s brow.

    “I think they deserve a good butt fucking,” said Stacy taking hold of the T-shaped handle embedded on the crack of Lloyd’s ass.  “The anal probe has certainly got them ready for it.”

    “I agree, Mistress Stacy,” said Portia grasping the handle of Kendra’s probe and twisting it a half turn.

    “Please no, Mother,” said Kendra experiencing a sharp cramp in her lower GI tract as the intestine contracted.

    Both Kendra and Lloyd had stressed the importance of simultaneity.  It was important they experienced identical pain in the same instant.  Neither Portia nor Stacy had any idea why but agreed to comply with their request.  Portia theorized it was based on being an S&M couple as opposed to individual sufferers.

    Using a silent three-finger count, the girls extracted the anal probes simultaneously causing the couple to scream together.  Portia’s musically trained ear marveled at the resulting two-part harmony of pain as their voices reached a crescendo in response to having the donut shaped probe removed in the same split second.  Lloyd’s tenor cry blended with Kendra’s soprano to fill the room.

    Stacy had noted during the earlier phase when she and Portia had applied the floggers, paddles, and cane, there had been a competition among the two to see who could remain silent the longest.  Lloyd had howled at the fifth strike of the flogger when several strands found his most vulnerable flesh; but Kendra held off until the sixth blow when the flogger exploded on her labia and clitoris.  Lloyd had won the contest with the paddle holding back until the count reached seven; however, both slaves had screamed at the first blow of the bamboo cane.

    The ways of the S&M couple are strange decided Stacy as she waited for the Talbots to end their duet of anguish.

    “Ready, Mistress Portia,” asked Stacy coating her strapon dildo with lubricant?

    “Almost,” said Portia, who had the more difficult task of positioning her combination vagina and anal strapon in both of Kendra’s orifices.

    Stacy felt Lloyd’s body tense as the blunt rough head of the dildo was placed at the center of his sphincter.  She reached forward taking hold of the punishment bench for leverage.

   “I’m going to ram this so far up you ass you can taste your own shit,’ whispered Stacy in Lloyd’s ear.

    Three nods of Portia’s head and they pushed forward.  A loud groan escaped Lloyd’s lips as the lubricated dildo sailed through his rectum, its rubber nodules raking across the interior wall carving a trail of pain.

    “Oh My God,” whispered Kendra when she felt both orifices fill.  The spiny surface of the dildo abraded her G-spot.  It dug groves in the soft flesh as it passed inward.

    Stacy and Portia experienced powerful repeated waves of sensation from their new strapon.  The company’s claim their product gave intense pleasure to the wearer proved correct.  Both girls felt almost giddy as their thrusting created waves of ecstasy deep inside their vagina.

    My G-spot is in fucking heaven thought Stacy realizing that the harder she pounded the faux cock in Lloyd’s ass the greater the pleasure inside her.  I could fuck him all day.

    Achieving near perfect coordination at the point of maximum penetration, each mistress took hold of the zipper attached to the Talbot’s left inner thigh and pulled it free.  The chord jerked ten times as the plastic clothespins released their hold.   The shock was so great it took the Talbots several seconds to process the arrivals of ten messages to their brain something horrible had occurred.

      Portia gripped Kendra’s trembling flanks sensing her terrible agony through her hands and the expression of wretchedness that sprang from her mouth.

     Lloyd’s violent reaction to the removal of the zipper was captured by the strapon now buried a full twelve inches in his ass.  The unleashed power traveled up the interconnected shafts reaching the part embedded in Stacy’s vagina where it passed into her G-spot bringing her to orgasm.

     “Oh shit, I love it,” said Stacy drawing the dildo back for another surge forward.

     When the unbearable agony of blood returning to ten places it had been forced to vacate had almost subsided, both girls withdrew the strapon dildo to the entrance, hooked their forefinger in the plastic ring of the zipper chord attached to the right forearm and once again with perfect timing jerked it free as they thrust forward.  The flesh of the underarm and armpit proved highly receptive to the agony created by the quick release of a zipper.  Both Talbots screamed as they twisted in their restraints, their side a searing cauldron of pain.

    Anguish consumed the two when they felt the first clothespin release the quarter inch of compressed tissue at their elbow.  The click of the last three pinchers exiting their armpits preceded the most violent reaction thus far witnessed by Stacy and Portia.  Stacy contracted her G-spot against the dildo absorbing the impact of Lloyd’s reaction.

    Getting your ass and pussy reamed while having zippers jerked off has got to be at the top of the pain charts decided Portia as her senses drank in Kendra’s reaction.  She leaned down to lick Kendra’s spinal column.

    “You can taste their pain,” said Portia.

    Stacy imitates Portia.  Her tongue captured the thin line of sweat gathered in the depression of Lloyd’s spine.  His perspiration does taste odd decided Stacy.  Maybe pain does have a flavor.

    The ritual continued until all the zippers were removed.  Both Talbots appeared out of their minds with the wretchedness of their state.  Every muscle and tendon in their well-maintained bodies became visible as they struggled to deal with not only the agony of the zipper just removed but also the knowledge others remained.

    By the time they finished, the Talbots seemed only half alive. Lloyd was pleading not to be hurt any more while Kendra was opening weeping while she begged her Mother’s forgiveness.

    They’ve broken and that’s exactly what they wanted realized Portia as she listened to Kendra’s pleas for her Mother to forgive her.  Portia placed her hand at Kendra’s lips where it was covered with wet kisses as she loudly proclaimed her love.

    “Please, I can’t take anymore,” whispered Lloyd when Stacy placed her face beside his.  He sounded desperate.

    “Time to release our slaves,” said Portia quickly turning the wheels to free Kendra from Satan’s Breasts.

   Stacy freed Lloyd from his recent CBT acquisition.  His cock and balls were discolored and his scrotum appeared permanently extended.

    “Time for your reward, let’s see if your pecker still works,” said Stacy slipping between and under his legs to take his tortured manhood in her mouth as she worked his loosened asshole with all four fingers.  Her experienced fingers found his prostate and began the rubbing action so beloved by the male.

    Portia took the same position as Stacy inserting two fingers in Kendra’s pussy to stroke her G-spot while her other hand stretched her sensitive anal ring.  Portia applied her tongue and lips to Kendra’s clitoris and labia bringing forth loud moans of pleasure accompanied by whispers hinting of long suppressed desires.

    “Eat my pussy, Mother.  I love you.  Make your evil godless daughter come,” said Kendra in a tone expressing the terrible intensity of her feelings.

    Lloyd’s cock felt rock hard in Stacy’s mouth.  Her hand griped his testicles with a strength other men would have protested.  

    Portia and Stacy were surprised both became quickly aroused in spite of the punishment their body’s had absorbed.  Their orgasms consumed almost the same amount of energy as removing the zippers.

    Unusually thick and creamy, like Hagen Daz, my favorite, thought Stacy as Lloyd’s jerking cock squirted semen in her mouth.  It tastes concentrated.  I wonder if all the energy he’s expended has distilled his semen.  I need to get Portia’s opinion.  It’s certainly a mouthful of heavy cream.

    Stacy carefully climbed out from under Lloyd and walked around to the front of the punishment bench where she released his wrists and ankles.

   “Here’s your portion, Lloyd,” said Stacy kneeling down her face mere inches from his.

    “Yes, Mistress,” said Lloyd his eyes closed to maximize his concentration.

    Stacy placed her lips against his, pushed her tongue into his mouth then transferred half the contents.

    “Don’t swallow,” said Stacy ending the kiss.  “Share it with your lovely wife.”

    Lloyd got unsteadily to his feet as Portia helped Kendra to standing.  Stacy and Portia positioned the Talbots facing one another.

     “Open your mouth, Kendra and accept Lloyd’s offering,” said Portia sensing the surrealness of the moment.  During the last two hours the pair had chosen to endure unspeakable pain together.  It created a unique bond based on shared experiences few couples would chose to duplicate.

     Kendra placed her naked body against her husband’s embraced him and tilted her head back with her mouth wide open.  Lloyd’s head tilted forward spilling the contents of his mouth into Kendra’s.

    “Very nicely done,” said Stacy thinking it would make an excellent painting to add to Lloyd’s collection. Stacy embraced Portia imitating Lloyd.  The white fluid, its volume increased by Stacy’s saliva, flowed over her lower lip into Portia’s open mouth.

    “Let’s swallow together,” said Stacy as the four joined hands in a circle.

    Seconds later they tilted their heads back and swallowed.

    “Wow, that was really something,” said Portia wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

     “You two were incredible for novices,” said Lloyd taking bottles of water out of the mini-fridge and handing them out.

     “I found it very erotic, bordering on the spiritual,” said Portia.

    “You two have the most amazing relationship.  Kendra, are there any more Lloyd’s where you got him,” asked Stacy?

    “Afraid not, he’s unique,” said Kendra hugging her husband.

    “Let’s go upstairs, get cleaned up, and take a nap.  Leo and Lionel and the others will be here at seven.  They’re bringing reinforcements to make sure you horny college girls get enough cock,” said Lloyd.

    “And we’ve invited some old friends who we’ve swapped with before,” said Kendra.  “We want to expose you to different points of view about the swinging lifestyle.”

***

   

    “The secret to a good swap party is having extra men,” said Kendra watching as Lloyd handed beers to the six men who had just arrived.  The three women were seated on the steps in the shallow end of the Talbot’s pool sipping a glass of wine.  The men chatted with Lloyd who was standing at the grill cooking.  They were occasionally glancing at the three naked women.

    “Really, even in this day of stay-hard drugs,” said Portia.

    “ED drugs can keep a cock hard but it’s still only one dick and sometimes I want all my holes filled.  A good swap party needs a two to one ratio of boys to girls.  And if the guys have used pharmaceuticals to turbo charge their libido, that’s even better,” said Kendra.

     “I bet I can guess which two are Lloyd’s brothers,” said Portia noting that two of the men bore a strong resemblance.

     “There is a definite family resemblance especially in their penises.  Even I couldn’t tell which was Lloyd’s cock one night when someone bet me I couldn’t identify my own husband’s by sucking off all three.”

   “That must have been embarrassing, and fun,” said Stacy.

   “It was Marge Endicott’s idea.  She and Ted are coming tonight.  They’re among our oldest friends in the lifestyle.  Marge bet me twenty dollars I couldn’t tell one dick from the other.  They blindfolded me and tied my hands behind my back.”

    “I’m not sure I could tell Monk from Les under those circumstances,” said Portia.

    “Your husband and his brothers are handsome,” said Stacy.

    “Lloyd, Lionel, and Leo, the three sons of Lee Anne and Lincoln Talbot, my in-laws didn’t speak to me for a year when I refused to christen either of our children with a first name beginning with an L.  I compromised on Nicole.  She is Nicole Lenore Talbot.  By the way, the name of their company is Talbot Metal Works and those six all work there.  Lloyd is the Talbot brother who did not go into the family business.”

    “How did you meet Lloyd,” asked Portia?

    “At an S&M club in New York, I was still in college.  I’d gone there for a weekend with some girl friends.  You got in free if you agreed to spend an hour in the stocks letting dominants whip your bare ass.  Lloyd was a dominant in those days.  He used an antique bamboo cane that once belonged to a member of the Hellfire Club.  He was visiting friends in the city.  Funny, two Bostonians meeting in a New York sex club,” said Kendra.

     “Some things are just meant to be,” said Portia.

     “When I managed to keep quiet after five strokes, he was impressed enough to hang around until my hour was over and buy me a soda and rub cream on my butt.  I have to admit that if I hadn’t thought he was cute, I would have screamed my head off the instant that polished bamboo touched my bottom.  It was love of pain at first sight,” said Kendra.

    “Sounds romantic,” said Portia.

    “I was besmitten.  The dominant males I’d met before Lloyd were total losers.  He was educated, intelligent and understood my needs.”

    “So you became a couple,” said Stacy?

    “Yes, a year later we became engaged.  We got married a day after we graduated.”

    “And Leo and Lionel,” asked Stacy?

    “Both recently divorced.  Their wives were real losers, too.  I could fix you up if you’re interested,” said Kendra.

   “Sorry but I’ll have to pass.  I’m in a relationship,” said Stacy.

   “Me too, they look like nice guys but fucking is as far as I’m willing to go,” said Portia.

   “What can you tell us about them, sex-wise,” asked Stacy looking at the men.

   “Somebody’s horny,” laughed Kendra.  Leo and Lionel are like their older brother, seven inches of thick meat with a classic mushroom head.  A girl can tell they’re brothers simply by sucking their cocks.”

    “Genetically well endowed,” said Portia.

    “Staying power is average.  They prefer the girl on top and being brothers like to double and triple team.  Since you two love anal, that shouldn’t be a problem. I’ve had all three Talbot brothers inside me more times than I can count.”

     “So you’ve done it with your brothers in law,” asked Portia?

     “The Talbot boys share everything.  I consider them family and leave it at that,” said Kendra.  “I did their wives when they were still together.”

     “Why did they get divorced,” asked Portia?

     “Donna and Rachel had an affair and the brothers found out,” said Kendra.

     “Who with,” asked Stacy?

     “Each other, now they live together in a condo in Belmont.  The cunts had the nerve to send me a wedding invitation.  Just because we went down on one another, doesn’t mean I’m not a Talbot first.  Don’t tell Leo and Lionel I told you,” said Kendra.  “They’re sensitive about others knowing their wives turned out to be a pair of rug munching dykes.”

     “We won’t,” said Portia.  

     “The blonde surfer type is Sean.  Good kisser and pussy eater, very oral, likes sixty-nine, loves to rim and be rimed, his long thin dick is just made for ass fucking or deep throating.  The short Italian looking one is Michael.  He’s the VP of Marketing and a smooth talker.  He’s furry and uncut.  I always have to pick pubic hair out of my teeth after I suck his dick.”

     “Thank God, more men are shaving their cocks these days.  Most of the guys we fuck at Harvard are smooth,” said Portia.

     “That must be nice.  Nothing worse than coughing up a hair ball after several wooly guys have skull fucked you,” said Kendra.

     “We know these two students who have Prince Alberts,” said Portia.  “That’s a totally different feeling especially when it is DP.”

    “You can feel the metal traveling up and down your vagina and rectum.  It’s something every woman should experience,” said Stacy.

    “I have never had a pierced cock in me.  But I would love to give it a try,” said Kendra.

     “Come by our place some time and we’ll have Monk and Les give you the heavy metal experience,” said Portia.

     “Are you serious?  I might just take you up on that,” said Kendra.

     “Do, we’d love to arrange it.  You’ve been so nice to us,” said Stacy.  “You could spend the afternoon learning first hand why Queen Victoria grieved for fifteen years when her Albert died.”

     “Are you sure two Harvard boys would be willing to service an old married woman,” asked Kendra?

     “You are a beautiful woman, Kendra, and I guarantee they will go nuts over you,” said Stacy hugging her.

     “They like to double stuff and having both Prince Alberts in the same hole is an awesome experience,” said Portia.

     “I’ll email when I can come,” said Kendra.  “I better finish giving the lowdown because they’re about to join us.  Tom, he’s Japanese and the company’s chief engineer.  He’s new. I’ve only screwed him twice.  He’s into Japanese rope bondage.   He showed me some pictures of some of his work, very esoteric.  He’ll pound you hard but his dick is average.  That leaves Sven, the Swede.   He’s the metallurgist and very smart.  We girl’s call his penis, Thor’s Hammer.  It’s the largest I’ve ever handled, ten inches.  Plus, it has a double curve.”

    “Double curve,” questioned Stacy?

    “When it gets hard, it curves upward and to the right. Has a different feeling from other dicks when it’s inside you,” said Kendra. “Sven’s a typical Swede, loves to fuck, and goes until he’s exhausted.  He once screwed me missionary style for an hour.  I’m talking a solid sixty minutes of pussy pounding intercourse.  I thought I was going to have to have my cunt relined.”

   “Here they come,” said Stacy arching her back to raise her breasts.

***

    “Mind if I join you,” asked Stacy speaking to the elderly couple seated on the chaise?  They were watching Portia service the three Talbot brothers.  She was in the middle of the room on a mat being tripled penetrated.

    “Of course, dear,” said Marge Endicott making room for Stacy to take a seat between her and her husband.

    “These are truly extraordinary,” said Ted cupping Stacy’s breast with his hand while bending over to suck her nipple.

    “Thank you, Ted.  I have my mother’s side of the family to thank for them,” said Stacy.

    “Men, especially ones who were breast fed, are mammary fixated,” said Marge.  “Ted’s mother breast fed all six of her children.  Her nipples were two inches long when she passed on.”

    “You’re exaggerating, Marge,” said Ted leaning down to kiss Stacy’s other breast.  “Mom’s zickers were an inch and a half at most.  The reality is women get off having those tiny lips pulsing away on their dug.  Mother breast-fed her youngest until he was almost four.  Dad had to put a stop to it or Aaron would still be living off her tits.”

   “I’ve read women feel guilty about the pleasure they feel from breast feeding,” said Stacy.

    “Believe me, Stacy, when Sophia Endicott was laid out in her coffin, they had to bend them over to close the lid.  I would have passed on the nude burial if my boobs looked like hers.  But let’s not speak ill of the dead.”

    “Ted’s mother was buried in the nude,” asked Stacy reaching to take Ted’s aged cock in her hand.  It felt almost silky to the touch.

    “All the Endicott’s were, at least most of them.  Ted’s great grandfather founded the New England Naturalist’s Society,” said Marge.

    “So they were nudists,” said Stacy.

    “Yes, my father and mother only wore clothes when they had to,” said Ted.  “They lived on a dairy farm outside Manchester, New Hampshire.  It was two miles from the nearest road.  The property included a lake.   In the summer they ran a naturalist camp.”

    “I’ve read Naturalists are pretty strict about sexual behavior,” said Stacy.

    “A hardon would get your kicked out in the blink of an eye,” said Ted relaxing back into the chaise as his penis responded to Stacy’s stroking.

    “Ted’s parents were into healthy nudism not sex.  Ted’s the black sheep of the Endicott’s,” said Marge spreading her legs so Stacy could place her hand on her sex.

    “According to my Dad, clothes were why everyone wanted illicit sex.  Covering the human body made it shameful and increased lustful behavior.  My parents believed that if everyone went naked, sex would be limited to procreation.  They firmly believed in the cause; but I decided at an early age, they were full of shit,” said Ted.

    “Ted misbehaved at his dad’s summer camp,” said Marge before turning to kiss Stacy.

    “Dad caught me screwing Mrs. Trimble in the tool shed.  The fact Mr. Trimble was present added to Dad’s displeasure.”

    “So what did he do,” asked Stacy?

    “Whipped my butt with his belt then banned me from summer camp,” said Ted.  “And he sent the Trimbles packing.”

    “How about you, Marge?  Was your childhood as exotic as Ted’s?” asked Stacy.

    “Not at all, my parents were school teachers right here in Lexington.  They were descendants of the Puritans and they acted accordingly.  They were very strict with my sister and me.  But in my case, it didn’t take, especially when it came to sex.  Once I discovered what that thing between my legs was capable of, I was off,” said Marge.

    “Tell Stacy what you did in high school,” said Ted.

    “I had sex with every boy in my class except for the two who were gay,” said Marge.

    “She has an annual where she drew an X over the faces of the ones she bonked,” said Ted.

    “I also wrote down the date and time of intercourse and made evaluative comments,” said Marge.

    “Kendra said you were swingers back when that was a pejorative term,” said Stacy.

    “I’m seventy four and Ted’s seventy six.  We have been swinging with other couples and singles for over five decades,” said Marge.  “I’ve lost count of the number of men and women I’ve been with.”

    “Wow, that’s amazing,” said Stacy.

    “Things were much different when we started,” said Ted.

    “How,” asked Stacy?

    “No computers for one thing, no WEB or Internet.  It was hard to find out who the other swingers were,” said Marge.

    “So how did you meet,” asked Stacy?

    “You had to know somebody to get started.  Marge’s best friend and her husband were our first,” said Ted.

    “We’d only been married a year.  Our sex life was slowing down.  Grace and I had been best friends since college.  We roomed together at Sarah Lawrence,” said Marge.

    “And ate each other’s pussy,” added Ted.

    “I’m telling this story, Theodore.  One day at lunch, I came right out and asked her how she and Jim kept it interesting and vital,” said Marge.

    “She suggested wife swapping,” said Stacy impressed she was now stroking Ted’s fully erect cock.  A half hour before he had finished in Portia then announced he was going to take it easy for the rest of the evening.

    “Not at first, we started with voyeurism,” said Marge.

    “You watched each other,” asked Stacy?

    “That was as far as many swinging couples were willing to go in those days,” said Ted.

    “Portia and I have these friends at school, Monk and Les.  Sometimes Monk and I will watch Portia and Les then they watch us.”

    “Your friend Portia has a nut cracker.  When I mentioned it to her, she said that if I wanted to experience the ultimate in nut crackers, I should put my Johnson in you,” said Ted adding his hand to his wife’s.

    “I’d love to do the both of you but first I’d like to hear more about the early days of wife swapping,” said Stacy spreading her legs to open her sex.

    “Picture this, the four of us are on Grace and Jim’s couch making out,” said Marge.

    “We’d consumed several rounds of cocktails to summon our Dutch courage,” said Ted.

    “Clothes slowly came off until the four of us were buck naked.  I screwed Marge while Jim does Grace.  Then we got dressed and went home.  Today, it sounds pretty tame but in those days it was a big deal.  You could go to jail for lascivious conduct,” said Ted.

     “But things progressed,” said Stacy.

     “Next time, Grace and Marge went down on each other,” said Ted.

     “You’ve got it all wrong.  The next time I jerked Jim off while Grace did you,” said Marge. “It wasn’t until the fourth time Grace and I did anything together and that was only because we were drunk.”

     “Ate each other’s cunts like a pair of Parisian diesel dykes,” said Ted.  “Ate each other’s butt too, eating ass was a novelty in those days.”

     “Lesbianism was considered a terrible sin when we were younger,” said Marge.

     “One night, old Jim and I were pumping away in our wives.  Marge and Grace were seated on the couch side by side playing with each other’s tits.  Jim and I exchanged looks and that was it.  We switched places.  We never said a word just did it.”

    “Spontaneity is best sometimes,” said Marge.

    “True, but you moved on from there,” asked Stacy?

    “It turned out Jim and Grace were already members of a wife swapping club that met once a month at a motel just across the border in Seabrook, New Hampshire.  You won’t believe this but it was called Love’s Motel.  A guy named George Love built it,” said Ted.

    “They didn’t tell us about the club until after we had sex with them.  Looking back, they seduced us but it all worked out for the best,” said Marge.

    “What was the motel like,” asked Stacy?

    “Classic early wife swapping, everyone gathered together at the start.  The men put their car keys in a hat.  Each wife drew out a set of keys.  Whomever keys you drew was your partner for the night,” said Marge.

     “All night, the same man,” said Stacy.

     “Yes, it was a gamble.  Sometimes you’d be stuck with a man who had trouble getting it up or wanted you to do all the work.  Men weren’t as into providing oral sex in those days.  You got to suck his dirty dick but God forbid he put his mouth on you,” said Marge.

     “There was nothing queer in those days.  Guys didn’t touch other guys.  Young men today don’t care if it’s a male or female as long as it’s wet,” said Ted.

    “The male students Portia and I know at Harvard are bisexual.  Of course, the girls are too,” said Stacy.

    “Don’t be crude, Ted.  You’re just jealous,” said Marge.  “But sex was more limited.  None of the women allowed anal intercourse,” said Marge.

     “I enjoy anal sex.  In many cases, I prefer it,” said Stacy slipping down in the chaise to take a position between Marge’s legs.  “I’m ready to make love if you are.”

    “Dog style, my favorite,” said Ted taking a position at Stacy’s rear.

***

   

    “Are you awake,” asked Stacy?  She and Portia were in her bed at their condo.  Giacomo looked up, annoyed Stacy had disturbed him.  They hadn’t gotten back from the Talbots until almost two in the morning

    “Yes, want to talk,” asked Portia?

    “I am some kind of sexual freak,” said Stacy.

    “Shouldn’t that include both us?  You didn’t do anything today I didn’t do.”

    “I got off causing pain.  That’s not a hallmark of stable and healthy person,” said Stacy pulling Portia into her arms.

    “Me too, we’re both freaks,” said Portia snuggling against Stacy.

    “Maybe we should go to the Student Health Center and request a psychiatric evaluation,” said Stacy.

    “Only if you want the world to know we’re freaks.  Their computer records have been hacked so often I don’t know why they bother to use logins and passwords.”

    “You’re kidding,” said Stacy.

    “Someone keeps posting the audio files recording both group and individual sessions from the Center’s Mental Health Department.”

    “They can’t find and stop it,” said Stacy.

    “It’s probably some MIT computer science student whose IQ is over two hundred.  Who the hell is smart enough to stop him?”

    “That’s awful,” said Stacy.  “People are entitled to some privacy in their lives.”

    “I agree.  But there is a good chance that if you schedule a session with one of the brain doctors, the entire campus will get to listen to your account of yesterday’s happenings.”

    “What did you come away with from our sojourn to Lexington,” asked Stacy?

    “Suburbia is not the boring sexual desert I thought it was.  I have been operating on the premise I should complete all sexual experimentation before finishing college.  I saw a future in which job, husband, and children mandated a very limited sex life.  I can now see that, at least in the case of the Talbots, that is not true,” said Portia.

    “Kendra, where does she fit under the bell shaped sex curve,” asked Stacy?

    “I would say she is over at the edge, a data outlier.  However, there are probably more Kendra’s out there than one would think.  By the way, I bet Lloyd gives you a call.  He was attracted to you and I kind of sensed you thought he was muy simpatico.”

    “He may call but I am not going out with him.  I wouldn’t do that to Kendra,” said Stacy.

    “Most unmarried women would.  He’s good looking, helps in the kitchen and a good fuck.  They would overlook his need for black cock and a monthly whip-ass session.  He’s also well off which would mean a lot to most women but not you since you are even better off.”

    “I may be a kinky out of control sex freak but not a spouse stealing one,” said Stacy.  “If he calls and he probably will I intend to politely decline his request.”

    “As for us being sex freaks since we got off playing dominatrix today, I would like to point out something important you are overlooking,” said Portia.

    “And that is,” asked Stacy?

    “The persons we were torturing wanted us to torture them.  It was part of their sexual fantasy.  They loved what we did.  They’ll recall it later when they masturbate.  We did not kidnap an innocent couple to cause them pain.  It was role-play.  That makes for one hell of a difference,” said Portia.

    “Not sure I understand what you’re saying,” said Stacy.

    “Suppose we were employed as interrogators for some Latin American security police.  Five days a week, we work on enemies of the regime.  We beat them bloody, break a few bones, apply electricity to their sexual organs and fill their bowels with water,” said Portia.

    “Fill their bowels with water, what does that do,” asked Stacy.

    “A garden hose up your ass is exceedingly painful.  My point is that what we did with the Talbots might make us sexual freaks but there are people who are sexual monsters.  And that is not Portia and Stacy.  Even the Talbots are worse freaks than us.”

    “They are,” asked Stacy?

    “Definitely, desiring pain is more unnatural than causing it.  It’s much more normal to enjoy landing a cane across someone’s ass than to arrange for someone to do it to you.   Kendra’s cunt was absolutely dripping pussy juice when I was whipping the shit out of her.  Now that is truly not normal.”

    “I see your point,” said Stacy.  “What would I do without you?”

    “The real problem in our lives is Lt. Mike Cabreeze.  The Mike problem makes our tendency to climax while engaged in S&M with a pair of suburbanites a trivial concern.  Mike is a danger to our very existence.  If anything should ever go wrong, we both know too much for him to let us live.”

    “So what do we do,” asked Stacy?

    “I would suggest we kill him if I thought we could get away with it,” said Portia.  “If he were dead, we could marry Monk and Les and live happily ever after.”

    “I want to marry you,” said Stacy.  “We could, you know.”

    “I’m not ready to get married.  I want to graduate and establish my career first.  Besides I couldn’t afford a lawyer to meet with your lawyer to negotiate a decent pre-nuptial agreement.”

    “So you wouldn’t marry me,” said Stacy pouting.

    “I want children eventually,” said Portia.

    “You could be inseminated,” said Stacy reaching between Portia’s legs to feel her rings.  “There’s a turkey baster in the kitchen.”

    “So I’d be the one who has a watermelon belly for nine months,” said Portia.

    “We could adopt.  Some friends of my parents adopted two precious little boys from China.”

    “And waste the DNA of the beautiful Stacy Todd, no way,” said Portia.

    “I have read they are researching the possibility of combining the DNA of same sex couples in a fertilized egg.  We could have a child whose DNA belongs to both of us,” said Stacy.

    “All right, we can get married once that’s a reality,” said Portia.

    “You know there is one more thing that worries me about Mike Cabreeze,” said Stacy.

     “Other than the likelihood he will eventually murder us,” said Portia.

    “Yes, there’s another thing bothering me,” said Stacy.

    “Which is,” asked Portia?

    “I like being with Mike.  No, the word ‘like’ is all wrong.  It’s hard to explain.  I had a great time today at the Talbots.  And the charity weekend was unbelievable.  But when I am out with the Posse, it’s as if I’m a different person.  I feel so alive.  I get off on just being with him.  I know how dangerous it is.  It’s insane.”

    “I know why,” said Portia.

    “Why?”

    “Some rare women are warriors.  You’re one.  Mike Cabreeze for all his evil saw that in you.  You’re a risk taker who loves danger.  You’re also a natural leader.”

    “You’re full of shit but I love you and want to have your babies,” said Stacy hugging Portia.

Chapter 46 Not So Chance Meeting

    It was 9:30 on a Saturday night and Stacy was seated alone at the bar of an upscale lounge a short walk off campus. She was deeply lost in thought as she sipped her second mojitos.

    Stacy and Portia had planned to spend the evening at the library studying; but Portia had to cancel.  She was playing a last minute gig at a jazz club in downtown Boston.  The band’s regular keyboard player had been in a car accident and the band manager begged Portia to substitute.  

    Stacy studied for an hour but felt restless and couldn’t concentrate.  She went back to the dorm, put on a skirt, blouse, and heels and walked over to the Bar Noir.   She made a last minute decision to skip the underwear.  She found it titillating to feel the night breeze blowing across her bare sex as she walked through busy Harvard Square.  She sensed the way men and some women were looking at her and she chided herself for being pleased with their attention.  

    “You’ve become serious eye candy,” observed Portia when Stacy had recently complained about how men constructing a new campus building had yelled obscene suggestions at her.

    “Hey baby, want some of this,” said Stacy grabbing her crotch as she spoke doing her best to imitate one of the men who accosted her.

    “I bet you were swinging your hips as you walked and in those tight jeans, you’d have the Pope interested.  Face it, Stacy, you’ve blossomed into the hottest thing on campus.”

    “You’re exaggerating.  Mike makes me dress in a way that attracts attention,” said Stacy.

    “True, at least in the beginning but you developed a sense of fashion and a style all your own.  I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen when we first moved into the dorm together.  But it was hidden in sweatshirts and baggy jeans.  You were the typical I-don’t-give-shit-how-I-look Harvard coed.  Now you look and act like a femme fatale,” said Portia.  “You’ve undergone a transformation.  The caterpillar has become a beautiful butterfly.”

    “Bullshit, butterfly, a femme fatale, is that who I am?  You just said I was eye candy,” said Stacy laughing?

    “Yes, you are a femme fatale and all femme fatales are eye candy but very few women who are eye candy are femme fatales,” said Portia adopting an authoritative tone.

    “You’re full of shit.  I mean that in a nice way,” said Stacy leaning over to kiss Portia’s cheek.  “What exactly is a femme fatale, anyway?”

    “A woman so beautiful and alluring she can enslave men without them realizing it.  The historical femme fatale is sexually insatiable.  She is the anti-heroine.  In male dominated literature, she is the temptress who wrecks the lives of honest but weak men.  Like Circe, she can be only saved by the love of a true hero like Odysseus.   Women writers treat her as driven to her condition by the perfidiousness of the male sex, a la Madame Bovary.”

    “Circe, I remember reading about her.  She could turn men into swine with her magic wand.  Totally unnecessary today, men are already swine.”

    “Mike Cabreeze is not representative of all men.  Maybe he is your Odysseus.”

    “Mike’s Italian, not Greek,” said Stacy. “So, femme fatale, good thing or bad?”

    “It can be a good thing, depends on you,” said Portia.

    “Sort of like Superwoman, I must use my powers as a force for good,” said Stacy.  “My life as a comic book heroine.”

    “Exactly,” said Portia.

    Have I lost control of my life and who I am wondered Stacy as she took a sip of her drink.  She had just found herself wishing it was Friday and she was with Mike and the Posse.  I must have serious emotional and mental problems wanting to be with a man who slaps me and degrades me at every opportunity.

    Maybe I should go into therapy.  Find myself a psychiatrist to listen to my problems.  Quit burdening Portia with them.  No, I’m just restless and bored.  The semester’s barely started and I have a ton of outside reading.  Between studies, getting ready for the Olympics, and being the whore and drug runner of a corrupt policeman, I’m headed for a busy junior year.  One good thing is that Mike has been decent to me lately.  Or from my crazy perspective is that a good thing?

    Her recent dates with Mike had not been either painful or scary.  She hadn’t been slapped or threatened even though when she pushed back.  She’d noticed a softening in his attitude and she was finding that unsettling.

    The Posse had been on a hiatus from its normal violent nature.  No one as far as she knew had been murdered.  She’d found some sense of shared sisterhood with Adriana, Wynona, and the others.  They’d learned to see some dark humor in their situation referring to themselves as the Posse’s Pussy.  Last night, the sex had been abundant and hot.  Stacy thought about what Mike had said when he was fucking her dog style while she was sucking Zack’s penis.

    “No one gets as much out of cock as Stacy.  There’s not a cunt in the Commonwealth who enjoys having a dick in her as much as our Princess.”

    I do like sex.  Perhaps I like it more than is healthy.  Maybe like Portia said, I have a yearning for danger and excitement plus sex.  I’m certainly had enough of that recently thought Stacy.

     I survived my first visit to AAA Auto Body.  Looking back, she was pleased with how she handled herself.  She’d played it cool showing those thugs she could take as many cocks as they put inside her.  When Mike asked how it went, she replied, “Fine, no problems”.  That caused him to look at her strange but he didn’t mention the gang rape and neither did she.

    It was how I acted on the second visit to the chop shop that bothers me. Why did I do that? After her meeting with Mr. Serrentino, Sallie had taken her back to the car and told her she could go.

    “Cabreeze said you don’t have to thank the guys for watching your car this time,” said Sallie.  “Maybe he’s getting sweet on you.”

    “If it’s all right with you, I’ll thank them anyway,” said Stacy grabbing the thin grease stained mattress and tossing it on the floor.

    “Suit yourself, slut,” said Sallie turning away abruptly.

    The mechanics stopped work to watch her remove her cream color cashmere sweater then step out of her matching skirt.  Stacy hadn’t worn any underwear except for a pair of stay up hose.

    “Venga aqui, Geraldo,” said Stacy gesturing for him to approach as she lay down on the mattress and spread her legs.

    Stacy started to masturbate as the handsome Latino unzipped his coveralls.

    Two hours later, Stacy had driven into the afternoon traffic with semen seeping out of her pussy and asshole.  Dried male fluids covered her face and hair. She purposely hadn’t cleaned up.  She’d masturbated on the drive back to Boston recalling how it felt to be on the filthy mattress surrounded by horny Puerto Ricans.

    Portia’s reaction to her account of what happened was surprisingly relaxed.

    “So you were horny and wanted a good fucking.  We all do at times.  It’s only natural.  You picked a good group for it.  Puerto Ricans only come in horny and they love a gangbang.  It’s a form of Latino male bonding.  Sharing a pussy is like sharing a smoke,” said Portia’s comment when Stacy told her about playing engine for the San Juan Express.

    I’m out of control sexually thought Stacy.  I’m thinking with my cunt.  I need to refocus on my schoolwork and the Olympics.  Still I did have a good time last night.

    She’d danced with the girls until the band quit playing.  They had been at the Surf Side and a quartet played Latin dance music all evening.  Stacy loved the salsa and the meringue but it was the tango she did with Adriana that got everybody in the mood to return to the apartment and get naked.

    When the band took a break, Adriana, Wynona and she had engaged in some very hot lesbian sex in the Ladies Room.  Mike would have been pissed if he had caught her with her face buried in Wynona’s pussy.

    “Act like a lady when you’re in public, especially with me,” said Mike after he caught her sitting on the commode with Wynona’s head between her legs.

    “We were just having some girl fun,” said Wynona looking up at Mike from her kneeling position.

    “When you’re out with the Posse, don’t act like a street whore,” said Mike lifting Wynona by her hair.  Wynona made no attempt to block the bitch slap that snapped her head to one side leaving a tiny trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth.  The Posse girls quickly learned resistance led to even worse punishment.  They acknowledged a grudging respect for a woman who could keep her hands by her side while she was being slapped or lifted by her nipples.

    “Since you two are acting like cunts, I’ll treat you like one.  Blow me,” said Mike taking Stacy’s seat on the commode.

    Stacy had quickly knelt down and unzipped Mike’s trousers carefully reaching inside his boxers to extract his penis.  As she windshield wiped her tongue over the head, Wynona, a red handprint visible on the side of her face, joined her, lifting Mike’s testicles to lick the underside of his scrotum.

    The door to the stall was open.  Female patrons of the restroom nervously glanced at the two females noisily sucking cock then quickly exited.

    “You like to watch, sweetheart,” asked Mike when a young girl lingered at the stall door?

     “Sometimes,” said the girl.

     “What’s your name, sweetheart,” asked Mike.

     “Danielle.”

     “That’s a pretty name.  You give a good blowjob, Danielle,” asked Mike flirting with the girl?

     “I guess.  I haven’t done it a lot.”

     “Step closer.”

     “Why,” asked Danielle showing caution?

     “To learn.  Pick up some tips.  Stacy and Wynona are terrific cocksuckers.  They know everything there is to know about sucking dick.”

     Stacy sensed the girl had moved into the stall and was peering over her shoulder.

     “Well, what do you think,” asked Mike?

     “About what?”

     “Don’t be a little cunt, Danielle.  You know what.”

     “They’re great.  They really know how to do it,” said Danielle.

     “Want to join them? They’ll share,” said Mike.

     “I better get back to my parents,” said Danielle leaving quickly.

     Later, on the dance floor, Danielle had started dancing with Stacy.

     “My cell,” said Danielle slipping a scrap of paper into Stacy’s hand containing her telephone number.  Stacy threw the number away when she got home.

    Later at the Posse’s Cambridge apartment, the action had become intense.  Stacy had thrown herself into piles of naked bodies eagerly performing acts that pre Mike Cabreeze would have disgusted her.

    And how should I process what happened this week when Portia and I hooked up with Kendra and Lloyd wondered Stacy.

     I had no idea dominating another couple would be so erotic thought Stacy as she took another sip of her cocktail.  I’ve always been the one being dominated.  What Faye did turned me on.  And I got off when Vera Russo spanked my bottom.  Admittedly I was turned on when her husband and I spanked her butt.  And the paintball rape at the golf outing was a real mind trip.  Until we hooked up with Kendra and Lloyd, I considered myself submissive.  But Lloyd said that the really good dominants started out as submissives.

    I enjoyed the party afterwards.  Talking and having sex with couples who have been married for decades was interesting.  Suburbia, at least at the Talbot home is not the sexual desert I imagined.

    “Another mojitos,” asked the bartender interrupting Stacy’s thoughts. After he delivered her drink she politely discouraged him from staying so she could think more about her situation.

    Maybe I am hooked on the excitement and the sex wondered Stacy as she idly stirred her drink.  Looking back, my pre-Mike existence seems pretty tame.      

    Portia’s right.  Being with Mike has changed me realized Stacy as she checked her appearance in the mirror behind the bar.  I used to care less how I looked.  Now I spend more time primping than a high school cheerleader.  Appearance has become important to me.  I like the way men and women look at me when I dress up.

    She’d picked the Bar Noir because it was the kind of place students did not frequent.  A martini was eleven dollars.  She didn’t want to run into anybody from Harvard.  Bar Noir was located in a four star hotel catering to wealthy alums and parents visiting campus.  Stacy felt she needed time to think and it was a quiet sophisticated establishment with a decent jazz pianist.

     The lounge was not crowded when Stacy took a seat at the bar crossing her legs allowing her skirt to ride up.  My attitude has certainly changed realized Stacy noting she failed to adjust her skirt.  My mother drummed into my head from the time I was two that physical beauty in a woman is not important and the idea of using your looks to attract a man was repugnant.  Worst of all was using sex as a lure.  When a man looked at a woman as a sexual object, he was demonstrating his own lack of proper values.  Intelligence and character were what really counted according to Stacy’s Mom.

    But Mike Cabreeze did not choose me because of what was inside my head.   He wanted the whole package.   And when I think about it, he must have wanted me pretty bad to go to all the trouble of stalking me then having me arrested for shoplifting.  Faye said Mike told her I was different.  Did he see something in me that I don’t or won’t?  Or did he just figure that I was trainable?  Someone who would fuck his brains out if he provided the right incentives like not being known as a porn star or spending the rest of my life in prison for dealing drugs.

   “Hello, Ms. Todd,” said a man sitting down beside her and interrupting her thoughts.

    “I’m sorry.  I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure,” said Stacy not recognizing the tall man with the aristocratic features.  Somehow though, he looked familiar but Stacy could not place him.

   “Charles Darnel,” said the man extending his hand.

   “I’m awful with names.  I know you from where?” said Stacy shaking the outstretched hand.

   Charles leaned closer and spoke is a whisper.  “Mistress Charlize, I bought you for five hundred dollars.  You spent one hundred and twenty delightful minutes with me and my slave Simone.”

    Stacy’s mind instantly flashed back to the New England Ladies of Leather and the Auto-De-Fe.  He was Mistress Charlize now elegantly dressed in an expensive bespoke suit cut in the English style.  The wrist of the carefully manicured hand resting on the bar wore a jeweled Ebel watch similar to one her father owned.  Stacy guessed the man’s age as late forties to early fifties.  She also noticed he was wearing a wedding ring.

    When Stacy recalled the pain she suffered at Mistress Charlize and his slave Simone’s hands she almost lost it.  She had to resist the urge to slam her fist into his face.

    “I remember now,” said Stacy. “Where’s your leather mini-dress?”

    “In my closet, dressing as the opposite gender is an old and honorable tradition of the British aristocracy especially those in the military.  My great great grandfather Colonel Adrian Darnel who fell at Balaclava commissioned his portrait dressed as Lady Ariadne Darnel attending his regiment’s chiffon ball in drag.  It still hangs in the manor house.”

    “Did you and your slave enjoy causing me pain?” asked Stacy recalling how Simone had tied her across the punishment bench and blistered her bare bottom with a leather paddle.  Spanked her so hard, a sobbing Stacy had pleaded for her to stop, offering any kind of sex to end the pain. Of course, that had been only a prelude.  The electricity came next.  It had left Stacy broken, confused and barely able to function.  Her joints and muscles had ached for days.  Her screams had left her throat so sore it hurt to talk.  The only upside had been meeting Doctor Myers and his subsequent visit with Doctor Brewer.  Portia and Stacy had enjoyed hours of non-stop sex with the two handsome and exceedingly well-endowed residents

    “I recall having an erection so I must have enjoyed it,” said Charles.  “Of course, the electrical torture made it uniquely pleasurable for me and painful for you.”

    “There is the matter of the very painful rape you inflicted on me,” said Stacy.  “It was three days before I could get out of bed without painkillers.”

    “Fortunately, Portia was able to call upon the services of that talented young Doctor Myers.   I understand you two paid him and his fellow resident handsomely for their services.”

    “I enjoyed fucking them much more than I did you.  But you probably know that already since you seem to know everything,” said Stacy.

    “Yes, given your recent active sexual history the Auto-De-Fe may be the one instance you did not enjoy sexual intercourse.  Penetration of a vagina or anal cavity subjected to electrical torture is exceedingly painful.  The Gestapo always made it a point to rape female prisoners immediately following electrical torture of the vagina,” said Charles.  “Some of their female Marquis went mad from having a hard German cock inside their electrified French cunts.  I have some vintage footage from the Gestapo film archive that illustrates how it felt.  Remind me to show it to you sometime.”

    “So it was all part of a plan,” said Stacy recalling her surprise when Mistress Charlize lifted her skirt to unsnap the leather panty crotch and the largest and ugliest cock she had ever seem came into her pain-clouded view.  She recalled how it felt when the hideous instrument forced its way past her anus and reached deep inside her, stretching her tortured bowels to the bursting point.

    “Of course, planned right down to the last detail.  Lack of spontaneity is one of my character defects. What happened to you at the Auto-De-Fe had been worked out days in advance,” said Charles.  “However, It did not produce the anticipated results.”

    “You thought I would like what you did to me,” asked Stacy?

    “No, I knew it would be exceedingly painful.  I anticipated the electrical torture would drive you insane or at the least, leave you in a weakened state it would take money to rehabilitate.  However, you not only retained your sanity but also were back on your feet the next day.  Quite remarkably, you proved amazing resilient to an experience that I thought would leave you a doddering idiot.”

    “I have no idea what you are talking about.  Nor do I care.  That was not my scene.  I was repaying a favor,” said Stacy.

    “Not mine either but interesting nonetheless.  Bartender, dry gin martini for me and what ever Stacia is having,” said Charles.

    “No, nothing for me, I was about to leave.  I have to get back and study,” said Stacy.

    “One drink, please,” said Charles putting his hand on Stacy’s.

    “I really have to go,” said Stacy starting to get up.

    “If it was Mike Cabreeze asking, you’d stay.”

    “I don’t know any Mike Cabreeze,” said Stacy but she sat back down anyway.

    “Here, maybe this will refresh your memory,” said Charles reached in his suit pocket. He removed a white envelope and handed it to Stacy.

    “Shit,” said Stacy looking at a print of her standing in the apartment doorway reaching out her arms to Mike.  There was a second shot of her in his arms kissing as the door was swinging closed.  One of his hands was clutching her buttock.

    “So, I’m having an affair with a married man,” said Stacy.  “Do you want me to wear a scarlet letter?”

    “There is no law remaining in the statutes against being an adulterous whore,” said Charles. “But there are federal criminal statues against transporting sizeable shipment of heroin, cocaine and Ecstasy across state lines.  I suggest you keep looking at the portfolio.”

    “Shit,” said Stacy looking at a picture of her parked at the AAA Auto Body entrance.  A photo of her at the airport meeting with Esther Wolfenson followed.

    “Several hundred kilos and ten thousand Ecstasy tablets will get you several hundred years,” said Charles.  “You are what we in the business call damaged goods, Ms. Todd.”

    “If you know so much about me, then you know that Mike had me falsely arrested for shoplifting.  He drugged me and made me star in a hardcore film he threatened to send to my family and their friends.  And to seal the deal and make it iron clad, he tricked me into placing my prints on a kilogram of heroin.  I’m an unwilling participant.  He’s threatened to harm my family and my roommate and lover Portia.  The bottom line is I had no choice but to do what Mike Cabreeze says.  When he wants to fuck I fuck and when he sends me to pick up drugs I go,” said Stacy.

   “True but the law is unforgiving about crime even when you feel you have no choice.  Remember Patty Hearst?”

   “Vaguely,” said Stacy.  “She’s the heiress to the Hearst fortune who was kidnapped.”

   “Kidnapped by a terrorist group and forced to rob a bank.  She served seven years in the penitentiary.  Of course, the penalty for drug smuggling is absolutely draconian, much worse than that.  You’re pre-law. You should know these things,” said Charles.

    “Let’s stop dancing.  What do you want?” asked Stacy.

    “Your cooperation in eventually bringing Mike Cabreeze and his organization to justice,” said Charles.

    “And exactly why would you want that?”

    “I am the head of a small organization dedicated to winning the war on drugs,” said Charles.

    “DEA or FBI,” asked Stacy before adding? “But they’re not small.”

    “Let’s leave that as an unknown for the moment,” said Charles.

    “A cross-dressing Narc who posed as a dominatrix in order to enjoy torturing and fucking me.  As I recall you blew your load in my ass after a few strokes.  Shouldn’t I think that a trifle strange,” asked Stacy?

    “I could lie and say I’m under deep cover, Ms. Todd,” said Charles smiling.  “But the truth is cross dressing is a major part of my lifestyle and it normally involves sex, sometimes of a brutal nature. What Simone and I did to you was very erotic.  So it was no wonder, I quickly filled your bowels with the Darnel sperm.”

    “You’re some kind of pervert.  Where’s your slave tonight?”

    “Simone, she’s around somewhere, possibly on assignment,” said Charlize.

    “I’m supposed to believe that rug munching sadist is a member of the DEA,” asked Stacy?

    “Don’t jump to premature conclusions.  Please look at the next picture,” said Charles.

    “Never saw her before in my life,” said Stacy staring at the image of an attractive blonde girl who looked something like Stacy.

    “And you never will because Robin Quinn is very dead as the next picture will show,” said Charles.

    “That’s horrible,” said Stacy looking at the picture of the same female lying naked on a table in the morgue covered with bruises and cuts.   The body in the morgue was barely recognizable.  “What happened to her?”

    “Very bad things, Lt. Mike Cabreeze and one or more of his posse killed her very slowly.  She failed to please him or he got tired of her.  Or maybe like you, she knew too much.”

    “What has she got to do with me?  Who was she anyway?”

    “You replaced her.  She was a math whiz, like Portia she had genius level IQ.  Robin was an MIT student with a future in mathematical research until Lt. Cabreeze arrested her with several ounces of heroin in her possession.  She became Mike’s girl until he found reason to get rid of her.  He may have killed her merely to clear the way for your arrival on the scene.  Or perhaps she tried to contact the authorities about the Posse.  But Robin is not your equal.  I think Mike has fallen in love with you and that makes you valuable to us and dangerous to him.”

     “Mike’s a psychotic criminal and he does not love me.  If he cared about me, do you think he would have asked Mr. Serrentino to have me gang raped.  He makes me do awful things just to prove he’s in charge.”

    “I understand you repeated the gang rape on your own volition.  You are a force of nature, Stacia Todd.”

    “My relationship with Mike has caused me to lose perspective.  I came here tonight to try to regain my self-control.  I don’t believe a man who enjoys slapping me, humiliating me, and ordering me to be gang raped is in love with me.”

    “We always hurt the ones we love,” said Charles.  “Lt. Cabreeze is a disciplinarian who believes in keeping everybody in line especially females.  For good reasons, you intrigue him, and me.”

    “Enough fucking bullshit, what do you want?”

    “Your participation in my organization, in return I am offering an opportunity to save your and Portia’s life,” said Charles.

    “How would I do that?  Testify against him then spend the rest of my life in a witness protection program living in Council Bluffs, Iowa waiting for the day I answer the front door and get my brains blown out.  No thank you.  I prefer to take my chances,” said Stacy.

    “Witness protection program, you’ve been watching too much television.  Justice can be served in other ways,” said Charles.  “We see Mike Cabreeze as a means not an end.  With you on our side, we hope to move up the ladder to the top rung before we take action.”

    “You’re not making any sense.  Mike is the top rung of my ladder.  I have to go.  I’ll tell Portia about your offer.  If she’s interested, we’ll give you a call but don’t hold your breath,” said Stacy getting up.  “Thanks for the drink.  Good night.”

***

   

    Stacy was walking briskly back to the condo.  Christ, what was that about wondered Stacy as she passed through still busy Harvard Square.   Was Charles Darnel for real or just another stalker with a telephoto lens and a yin to jump my bones?  He didn’t look tough enough to take on Mike or for that matter any of the Posse.  I hope Portia’s home so I can tell her about Charlie’s offer.

    As Stacy reached the darkened street one block from her condo, she slipped her hand into her purse taking a grip on the small canister of pepper spray.  Technically, pepper spray was illegal in Massachusetts but the police usually looked the other way when the carrier was a coed concerned for her safety.  Stacy recalled that a month ago, a woman was raped and badly beaten in that same block.

    Out of fear, the woman had gone along with the rapist when he promised not to hurt her if she didn’t struggle.  She’d sucked his cock then guided it into her vagina hoping to get it over with quickly.  But the reward for her acquiescence had been a brutal beating that left several broken bones.

    Stacy recalled with some satisfaction, how she and the others had punished the rapists outside Mariposa’s.  Stacy smiled as she recalled a recent email from the Angel detailing her now very active sex life.

    “Reminds me of you,” said Portia reading the email.  “From virgin to super slut in no time.”

    “Damn,” cried Stacy.  Just as she was about to reach the well-lighted condo entrance, she felt a sharp sting and impact in the back of her thigh.  Looking down, she saw a small metal cylinder clinging to her leg.  She began to run but before she had taken three steps, she felt herself slowing down.  Just as she was about to fall, powerful arms swept her up.  Someone very tall and strong, clad in back was carrying her.  She heard the sound of a car door being opened then nothing.

    “Good work, Reynolds,” said Sir Charles as he placed the tranquilized Stacy on the back seat of the stretch limousine.

    “Thank you, Sir Charles,” said Reynolds before closing the door then quickly entering the passenger side taking a seat beside the driver, Simone.

    “Miss Todd, I see you came out missing your under garments.  How déclassé,” said Sir Charles his hand resting on Stacy’s bare sex his index finger parting her labia.  “You must have been hoping to get lucky this evening.  Well, we can certainly make that happen.  Can’t we, Simone?”

    “Of course, Sir Charles, Shall I take a leisurely route back,” asked Simone putting the limousine in gear?

    “Yes, simulated necrophilia with a beautiful corpse would be most satisfying,” said Sir Charles repositioning Stacy on the seat to spread her legs.  He unzipped his trousers and took out his cock.  He extended and began a slow stroking as he opened a small compartment to retrieve a tube of lotion.  He applied a thin line of the white substance along the long shaft then carefully massaged it into the scarred, irregular flesh.

    Relaxing back onto the seat, he stroked his member as he stared at Stacy’s exposed sex.  “Her sex is quite exquisite.  There is too little appreciation expressed for the perfectly proportioned pudenda.”

    “She’s a magnificent animal,” agreed Simone.  “Making her scream at the Auto-De-Fe was a sublime experience.  I am looking forward to what comes next.”

    “Would you like some privacy, Sir Charles,” asked Reynolds reaching toward the button that raised the partition between the driver’s seat and the rear of the vehicle?

    “No, if you care to watch, you may,” said Sir Charles stroking his enormous cock to erection.  “My grandfather maintained that the pleasure of sexual intercourse was multiplied by the number of onlookers.  Once a year, he would invite residents of the village and surrounding estates to dine in the Great Hall.   After they had supped, he would make Grandmother stand on a table in the center of the room.  Next, he would rip her clothes off and savagely assault her while they watched.  Of course, many of the audience lost control and proceeded to imitate Grandfather with the nearest available female.  It was an event much anticipated by the local gentry.”

    “I wish I could have known your grandfather,” said Reynolds watching as Sir Charles lifted Stacy’s blouse to expose her chest.

    “A gentleman much ahead of his time and vilely persecuted for it, truly magnificent, the bosom of a goddess,” said Sir Charles passing his hands over her breasts.

    “She has the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen,” said Simone recalling Stacy’s nude body from the Auto-De-Fe.

    “And a sex that feels like velvet,” said Sir Charles as he inserted his cockhead and pushed forward.

    A sigh followed by a loud moan escaped her lips as Sir Charles prodigious and hideous member entered her then descended to her womb.

    “Hear that, a true whore’s moan.  Even in her tranquilized state, she responds to penetration.   Her capacity to experience pleasure from the male penis is not limited to being conscious,” said Sir Charles beginning to move back and forth.  Stacy groaned and grunted in response to both insertion and withdrawal.

    “Remarkable,” said Reynolds watching as an unconscious Stacy wrapped her legs around Sir Charles waist pulling him into her each time she thrust forward.

    “I can’t wait until we get our chance with her,” whispered Simone to Reynolds but Sit Charles overheard.

    “In due time,” said Sir Charles increasing his pace in response to the sensations being fed back from his cock.

     It wasn’t until the limousine reached the garage and Simone enabled the power door that Sir Charles allowed his orgasm to take place.  His surgically enlarged testicles unleashed a proportionate volume of semen filling Stacy’s womb with the life forming fluid.

    As Simone drove into the garage, Sir Charles gently cleaned his cock while admiring the drops of semen oozing out of Stacy’s vagina to form a puddle on the leather seat.  The drops appeared in a regular pattern indicating Stacy’s vagina was undergoing the muscular contractions of an orgasm.  “Marvelous,” whispered Sir Charles.

Chapter 47 State-of-the-Art Torture

 

    “A moment, Simone, and then we’ll start,” said Sir Charles Darnel sitting down in a handsome Queen Anne chair.  It was the only furnishing in the room that wasn’t decidedly modern.  Almost immediately a servant appeared carrying a bottle of wine.

     “Chateau Lafitte Rothschild, 68, Sir,” said the servant presenting the bottle for Sir Charles inspection.

     “How much of the sixty-eight is left, Edwards,” asked Sir Charles?

     “Six bottles, Sir.”

     “Pity,” said Sir Charles waving his hand to indicate Edwards should open the wine.  Edwards took a candle off a nearby cart and lit it.  After carefully removing the cork and positioning the candle to backlight the bottle, he skillfully decanted the wine knowing even the smallest taste of sediment would displease Sir Charles.  Edwards placed a crystal burgundy stem and the matching decanter on a small table by the Queen Anne.

      “Pour in thirty minutes,” said Sir Charles glancing at his watch.  “I know it should breathe for an hour but tonight we will make an exception.  Bring me some fruit and the Stilton, Lady Darnel sent.”

     Edwards disappeared into the dark hurrying upstairs to the penthouse kitchen to fulfill his master’s request.  In addition to Sir Charles there were five other people in the room.  Simone and her two assistants, Alex and Francis, were busily checking equipment that monitored the life signs of Stacy and Portia.  Both girls were naked and under severe restraint making the slightest movement all but impossible.  Their clothes were neatly hung by the entranceway.  Although the restraints held them in an upright position, their closed eyes and slumped form indicated they were unconscious.

    They were on the seventh floor of Boston’s Cartwright Building, an unimposing eight story office building located on the periphery of the city’s financial district.  The title to the property was registered to Chalmette Properties, Inc, whose existence consisted of a mailbox located at the main post office in Picayune Parish, Louisiana.  Chalmette Properties was in turn a wholly owned subsidiary of Highsmith Ltd of Hamilton, Bermuda, another legal entity existing only on paper.  Given months to search through almost impossible to acquire confidential records of several banks and trusts, a determined and expert researcher might ultimately discover the true owner was Sir Charles.

    The building’s first four floors provided office suites to a variety of legal and accounting firms at market rates.  The fifth floor contained the city’s most elegant private club for gentlemen and ladies who found pleasure in dressing as the opposing gender.  Membership in Club Napoleon was expensive and limited.  Joining required an intensive vetting procedure and sponsorship by two existing members.  In spite of the impediments and expense, there was a considerable waiting list.

    The sixth floor contained both a retail outlet and a WEB based mail order business catering to the transvestite community; however most of the floor space was dedicated to a health and beauty spa focused on those who wished to appear as the other gender.

    The spa offered a far reaching and in many ways unique list of services.   Laser technology for the removal of body hair was among the spa’s most popular services.  Members could attend training sessions to master the intricacies of applying makeup or styling a wig.  Instructors taught members how to walk and act like a lady emphasizing those actions that differentiated the sexes.  There were professionally conducted group theraphy sessions for members experiencing difficulty resolving gender conflicts.

    Monthly meetings by family of club members were well attended. Problems peculiar to being supportive were discussed.  A sample topic might be, ‘How to Tell Him He’s Too Big for Polka Dots’.

    Only members of Club Napoleon could take advantage of the spa.  Club members also received a discount on their retail and WEB purchases.

    Identical Club Napoleon and associated spas were also found in several other major American cities in addition to London, Paris, and Berlin.

    The seventh floor contained the North American operational center of Sir Charles’ anti-crime organization.  Stacy and Portia were in the recently renovated Interrogation Room A.

    “Now, Simone,” said Sir Charles relaxing back into the chair as Simone carefully filled a syringe with a drug that would counteract the tranquilizer used to subdue Stacy and Portia.

     She is a superb physical specimen thought Sir Charles admiring Stacy’s nude form.  She demonstrated amazing resistance to pain at the Auto-De-Fe.   Any other woman would have been reduced to a babbling idiot by the amount of electricity we applied.  Her superior intelligence and motor skills, after all she is an Olympian, makes her an excellent candidate to join my organization as a field operative.  Her friend, Portia, although less physically gifted, demonstrates genius intelligence.   Portia could prove a valuable asset on the analytical side.  We need younger blood in the organization.

    Simone swabbed Stacy’s arm with alcohol then injected the stimulant.  The effect was almost immediate.  Stacy snapped awake to what she perceived as nightmarish circumstances.

    Directly opposite her, less than ten feet away was a naked Portia held erect in a shiny metal apparatus that loosely resembled a cross.  Portia’s arms were outstretched crucifixion style.  Bands of an unknown material were not only looped around Portia’s wrists and upper arms but each individual finger was tightly banded and splayed to a metal form mimicking the human hand.  Other similar bands around Portia’s forehead and under her breasts held her upper body firmly in place.  A wider waistband secured her middle.  A more complicated network of smaller bands held her feet and ankles

   Stacy’s quick glance at Portia and the position of her own body convinced her she was restrained identically to her roommate.  Stacy’s peripheral vision detected Sir Charles seated nearby.  Opposite him, Simone and two others were dressed in white lab coats.  The overhead lighting was sharply focused in a circle.  Beyond the circle of light was darkness.

    “Portia, are you all right,” asked Stacy?  Are you all right, Portia,” repeated Stacy?

    “Of course, Portia’s all right,” said Sir Charles.  “Alex, read Portia’s life signs.”

    “BP is one twenty over seventy five.  Pulse is normal,” said Alex.

    “If you hurt her, I will return here and kill you and these assholes with you,” said Stacy.

    “We are going to hurt both of you very badly but we won’t harm you.  It’s a small distinction albeit an important one.  Simone, arouse Portia,” said Sir Charles.

    “Where are we,” asked Stacy watching Simone prepare another syringe?

    “Interrogation Room A, the most technologically advanced private facility of its kind in the world.  Only the interrogation rooms of the CIA are its equal,” said Sir Charles.  “The facility only became operational last month. You are the third pair to experience its pleasures.”

    “Stacy, what the fuck is going on,” asked Portia coming quickly awake after her injection.

    “Are you all right,” asked Stacy?

    “Fuck no, some bastard shot me with a tranquilizer dart when I left the club.  It hurt like hell.  Where the fuck are we?  Who are these people?”

    “Portia, I am Sir Charles Darnel and those are my associates, Simone, Alex, and Francis,” interrupted Sir Charles.

    “So who the fuck are you?  Are you aware kidnapping is against the law in this country?” asked Portia noting Sir Charles’ accent.

    “I find repeated use of the F-word tiresome.  Francis, dissuade Portia from its further use.”

    Francis went to a nearby rack containing several different types of whips.  He selected a multi-strand flogger.  He tested it by bringing his arm around then snapping his wrist.  The strands made a loud crack as they lashed at the empty air.  Francis took up a position in front of Portia.

    “Repeat after me.  I will not use the F-word,” said Francis in a calm quiet voice.

    “Fuck you, shit head,” said Portia defiantly.

    Francis’s muscular arm brought the flogger around in a wide swing landing the ends hard on the side and front of Portia’s left breast.  The force of the impact was visible to Stacy.  Portia’s breast snapped toward the center.  The impact was so great, her nipple ring flattened against her breast.

    As Portia opened her mouth to scream, Francis swapped the flogger to his opposite hand then landed an identical blow to the right breast.  The second blow caught Portia in mid scream changing the sound to more of one choking than giving full voice to the agonizing pain.

    “Francis is ambidextrous,” said Sir Charles.  The best with a whip in the organization.”

    “I’m going to kill you, Sir Charles.  I’ll blow that ugly fake dick of yours off,” screamed Stacy.

   “Alex, see if you can discourage Stacia from the use of expletives.  Educated speakers should be aware overuse has rendered them meaningless,” said Sir Charles.

    Seconds later, a similar flogger turned Stacy’s right breast into a nexus of intense agony.  The left quickly followed its sister.  Alex halted allowing Stacy to vent her pain and misery to the soundproof walls.

    “God damn you, that hurt,” cried Stacy reacting to the fiery pain.

    “Repeat after me, I will not use the F-word,” reiterated Francis once Portia’s screams had turned to sobs.

    “Screw you, asshole,” said Portia between sobs.

    Two more blows gave Portia cause to exercise her voice at its most shrill.

    “Continue until I say otherwise,” said Sir Charles.  “Their behavior is most unladylike and they need to be taught a lesson.”

   For the next five minutes, Alex and Francis applied the floggers repeatedly until Sir Charles signaled for them to halt.  Stacy’s chest was ablaze. Her throat was raw from screaming.  Portia’s breasts, not fully recovered from Lou’s drunken extrication of her nipple rings, were bleeding badly.   Portia knew further resistance was pointless.  Drops of blood were falling on her bare feet.

    “Portia, do you have anything to say,” asked Sir Charles?

    “I will not use the F-word,” said a beaten Portia wondering if the pain would ever fully go away.

    “And you, Stacia?”

    “I will clean up my language, not use expletives.  Whatever you say?  Just no more,” said Stacy.

    “Good, we can move on,” said Sir Charles.

    “What do you want, Sir Charles?  You know about Mike Cabreeze and me.  You know he’s forced me to become part of his drug operation.  Portia is innocent.  She shouldn’t even be here,” said Stacy.

    “I’ve decided to forcibly recruit you for membership in my anti-drug operation.  The FBI and the DEA have a college recruitment program.  I’ve decided to start one.”

    “You’re insane.  That doesn’t make any sense.  We haven’t even graduated,” said Portia wondering if Sir Charles was truly mad.  She had no idea who Sir Charles was or how he was connected to Stacy.  She realized Stacy knew but Portia was left to play a game of mental catching up.

    “No, but you will in due time.  Until that happens, you can intern,” said Sir Charles.

    “Please explain what you want from us,” said Stacy fighting back the urge to scream at Sir Charles that he was a crazy motherfucker.

    “Do you know who was the first president to declare a war of drugs,” asked Sir Charles?

    “Theodore Roosevelt,” said Portia.  “Do I win something for knowing that?”

    “I could have Francis give your breasts ten more lashes for being disrespectful,” said Sir Charles.

    “No, sorry,” said Portia not anxious to feel the flogger’s touch on her bleeding breasts.

    “And since that time, who has won the war on drugs?” asked Sir Charles?

    “The drug dealers,” said Stacy.  “The war is lost.  Drugs are more plentiful and cheaper than ever.”

    “Exactly, now why have they won,” asked Sir Charles?

    “People demand drugs.  Currently, white affluent Americans are in love with prescription drugs.  Vicodin, Percoset and similar drugs are manufactured by the billions and the big pharmaceutical companies make huge profits.  I smoke marijuana and occasionally take Ecstasy.  So do most college students,” said Portia.

    “I take the view marijuana should be legalized.  However, I created my organization to join in the war on drugs on the side of the angels.  We concentrate strictly on the higher ups, the major dealers and those public officials and police who assist them,” said Sir Charles.

    “Like Mike Cabreeze,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, Lt. Michael Cabreeze is a prime example of whom we target,” said Sir Charles.

    “That sounds like a very worthy endeavor, you own private DEA.  But what has that got to do with Stacy and me.  Stacy is Mike’s victim.  She’s doing what she has to not what she wants to,” said Portia.

    “My organization needs new talented members.  After a careful assessment of your talents, I have decided to enlist your services.  In the past, I have selected only those who have suffered the loss of a loved one to drugs.  My wife, Lady Darnel, and I lost our only child ten years ago.  Elizabeth died of a heroin overdose.  Simone’s sister fell prey to a pimp who made her an addict.  She was murdered by one of her customers.  Both Alex and Francis suffered similar losses.  Reynolds’ dear brother was murdered by an addict seeking to rob him for drug money.”

    “But Stacy and I haven’t lost anyone,” said Portia.

    “True but you are on the verge of losing your own lives.  How long before Mike Cabreeze starts to worry about how much you know about The Posse.  He is aware Stacy confides in her lesbian lover. In a matter of time, Mike Cabreeze will kill you both and he will do it a very nasty and brutal fashion.”

    “Possibly you’re right but why should we join your organization?  What’s its name?  It does have one I assume,” said Stacy.

    “Yes, you will become members of Club Josephine, the drug war affiliate of Club Napoleon,” said Sir Charles.

    “So what exactly does Club Josephine do?  Gather evidence and turn it over to the authorities for prosecution,” said Portia trying to decide if Sir Charles was eccentric or insane.

    “We are a closed loop organization.  The authorities are often the criminals.  We take direct action,” said Sir Charles.

    “You murder them yourselves,” said Stacy.

    “Precisely, I’m afraid the old cliché applies. Club Josephine is judge, jury, and executioner.”

    “I won’t have anything to do with that,” said Portia.

    “Nor will I,” said Stacy.

    “But you will before the cock crows.  Simone and her helpers will see to that,” said Sir Charles.

    “It’s time, Sir,” said Edwards arriving with a plate of cheese and fruit.  He carefully poured Sir Charles a glass of wine.

    “Thank you. Edwards.  Simone, I’m feeling eclectic.  We’ll combine French water torture with a ride on the Spanish donkey.  Of course we perform a very high tech and hygienic version of these classical methods for encouraging cooperation or gaining information,” said Sir Charles.

    “You are going to torture us into agreeing to become members.  That’s irrational,” said Portia.

    “But it works.  You’ll see for yourself,” said Sir Charles.  “Simone, they’re all yours.  I am going to sit here and enjoy this excellent vintage.”

    Seconds later, Alex’s fingers clamped Stacy’s nose shut.  When she opened her mouth to breathe, Simone threaded a flexible rubber tube down her throat past her esophageal valve.  Stacy fought back a wave of nausea when she felt the soft rubber reaching into her stomach.

   Moments later, Portia also had a foot of hospital tubing hanging out of her mouth.  The mouth tube was connected to the bottom of a clear plastic funnel set in a metal holder above Portia’s head.  The same arrangement of tubing and funnel was applied to Stacy.

    Stacy watched helplessly as Alex knelt between Portia’s spread legs.  He reached between them extending a narrow wedge shaped rod retracted within the metal frame. He adjusted the rod to where the uneven point of the wedge rested firmly against the narrow band of flesh between Portia’s vagina and sphincter.  Portia’s facial expression indicated she was hurting.

    Alex walked to the control console.  Using the system’s computer he launched an application, entered some data then mouse clicked a button.  Stacy heard the hum of an electric motor.   The wedge began to slowly move up and down in an undulating motion.  Portia tried to scream but was prevented by the tube in her throat from making any substantial noise.

    “The wedge between Portia’s legs is a modern version of the torture instrument commonly named the Spanish Donkey. It first appeared in the Dark Ages but was commonly use during the Spanish Inquisition.  Torquemada, the Grand Inquisitor and a personal friend of the Borgia Pope, was a devotee of the Spanish Donkey.  He would sit for hours in his palace’s dungeon listening to a heretic’s screams.  He wrote that the cries of the heretic as the iron-sheathed apex slowly sunk into their flesh refreshed and cleaned his spirit giving him the strength to carry on God’s terrible work.

    “Please don’t do this to us, Sir Charles,” said Stacy her voice barely intelligible due to the tubing in her throat.

    “I’m afraid it’s a necessity,” said Sir Charles.  “The pain you visited on the Talbots will be as nothing compared to what you are about to suffer.  However it will cleanse you of the wrongs you have done in Mike Cabreeze’s name.  In the eyes of my organization, you will be blameless.  Where was I?”

     “You were telling us about the Spanish Donkey,” said Simone as she placed one hand on Portia’s lower abdomen to better appreciate the pain the Donkey was creating.  Her mentor taught the importance of the female sex as a means of measuring pain.  In her years working for the secret police she had often placed her hand on the sweat drenched vulva of a prisoner then accurately forecast her breaking point.  She slipped her fingers through Portia’s labial rings spreading her open allowing her forefinger to cover Portia’s clit.  Simone sighed with satisfaction as her senses measured Portia’s agony.

    While Simone was in favor of applying technology to torture and interrogation, there were moments when she missed the human interaction.  Computer generated graphs and charts measuring pain levels did not satisfy her need for physical intimacy with her subjects.

     “What’s left to say?  Like most brilliant inventions, it’s remarkably simple.  The mere threat of a ride was usually enough for a prospective witch to step forth and admit sexual congress with Satan and name every other female in her village as a fellow Satanist.  For those brave enough to deny their worship of Lucifer, a brief ride was enough to bring the miscreant to full confession.  It’s a passive form of torture that we have made dynamic by adding a wave motion,” said Sir Charles.  “The motion adds to the pain by a factor of two point five according to our measurements.”

    Stacy looked down to see Simone extending a similar metal bar. She felt the hard steel edge come in contact with the flesh separating her vagina and anus.  She sensed the vibration of the motor. The wedge began to rise and fall digging into her flesh.  Almost immediately the pain was unbearable.

   A few seconds later, Simone stepped up on a stool to pour a beaker of water into the funnel.  Almost instantly, Stacy felt the water flood into her stomach.  Francis was busily pouring water in Portia’s funnel.  Through pain-clouded eyes, Stacy could see that Portia’s belly had taken on a rounded shape.  When she looked down, she saw her own stomach had begun to protrude.

    “We are fusing a Spanish Donkey ride with French Water Torture.  French statute law governed water torture.  Punishment was carried out in the public square.  It prescribed eleven pints for a female and thirteen for the male.  But people in those times were smaller and less robust. You are going to take a full four liters, a little over a gallon.  It might interest you to know four liters weighs over nine pounds,” said Sir Charles as he helped himself to a slice of cheese.

    In spite of the agony of her swollen belly and ravaged crotch, Stacy felt a small relief when Simone removed the tube from her stomach.  She felt and looked seven months pregnant.  The weight of the water increased the pressure she felt from the narrow edge of metal against her flesh.  Each second added to the pain.  In spite of her terrible agony, she reacted in terror when she realized that Francis had taken a position directly in front of her.  He was using both hands to bend a cane almost double demonstrating its flexibility.  Alex was standing in front of Portia limbering up a similar cane.

    “Once the victim’s stomach was filled, the punishment took place.  Thirty lashes were the usual.  You may proceed,” said Sir Charles.

    Stacy had not thought more pain was possible but Francis’ cane stroke proved her wrong.  Alex and Francis performed at a slow measured pace while Sir Charles continued his lecture between sips of wine.

    “Water serves to amplify the pain much as sound travels faster through water than air.  Of course, the dungeon masters of La Belle France did not use sterile water.  They preferred the waters of the Paris sewer mixed with the contents of the excrement bucket from the prisoner’s cell. Often they added their own wastes,” said Sir Charles savoring the wine and cheese.  A slight pressure in his trousers made him realize viewing the agony of beautiful women was having its usual effect on him.  “Simone, would you come do me the honor?”

    In spite of the pain, Stacy watched as Simone quickly crossed the room to kneel down in front of Sir Charles.  She unzipped his trousers and removed what Stacy had referred to as the Frankenstein of cocks.  Portia also noticed the appearance of Sir Charles’ member and made the connection between Sir Charles and Stacy’s account of her encounter with Mistress Charlize at the Auto-De-Fe.

    As Francis approached thirty cane strokes, Stacy realized she would do anything that Sir Charles asked rather than continue to suffer.  Portia no longer had the capacity to scream.  She made loud grunts when Alex’s cane landed.

   Precisely at thirty, the caning ceased.  The metal wedge was retracted.  When Stacy looked down, she saw her abdomen was covered with red stripes.  Portia was in the same condition.  Her lighter complexion created a stronger contrast with the red stripes of the cane.

   Francis and Alex watched quietly while Simone sucked Sir Charles cock.  I may live a hundred years and never witness anything as bizarre as this thought Stacy.  The three of them absolutely worship Sir Charles.  Alex and Francis wish they were the ones blowing him.

    The Donkey and the Water torture were the worst. If they had continued for even a few more minutes, I would have become mad as a hatter or is that mad as Sir Charles.  Portia and I have to go along or who knows what he will do to us.

   The two girls stood mute hoping with all their being they would not be subjected to further torture.  Simone was delivering a noisy enthusiastic blowjob rapidly moving up and down the shaft her tongue tracing the scars by left the incisions. Salvia cascaded down on to her lab coat.

    Finally, Sir Charles breath quickened and he climaxed.  Simone throat bobbed up and down indicating she had swallowed a substantial mouthful of semen. From out of the darkness stepped Edwards to hand Simone a lace trimmed napkin.  She carefully and gently wiped off Sir Charles cock then folded the napkin and placed it back on the tray.

    “Thank you, Simone,” said Sir Charles.  “Now, are you two ready and willing to join Club Josephine?”

    “I’ll join,” said Portia anxious to avoid further pain.

    “I will too,” said Stacy.  

    “Excellent, I must inform you any backsliding on your part would result in the most horrible and prolonged deaths.  What you have just experienced would be a trifle compared to the several weeks your demise would take.  But I prefer to look on the positive side.  I see Alex and Francis are most anxious to welcome our new interns.  When you are done and they have sufficiently rested, bring them to my quarters for the oath,” said Sir Charles.

Chapter 48 Club Josephine

 

    “As interns, you will receive a stipend of five hundred dollars a week,” said Sir Charles reading from a list of benefits and perks for Club Josephine’s staff members.  “It is understood the amount is more significant to you Portia.”

    “Five hundred a week, thank you Sir Charles,” said Portia looking up from the bottom of the enormous bed where she and Stacy were busily sucking his cock.  The possibility of being paid had not occurred to Portia.  But the prospect of having a steady income was extremely gratifying to someone who felt guilty about the demands her Ivy League education placed on her school teacher parents.

    It was late Sunday afternoon and Sir Charles was conducting orientation for his two new interns.  Two hours before the girls had been awakened from their drug induced sleep.  After Edwards had served them a delicious meal and allowed them to bathe, they had been summoned to join Sir Charles in bed.  Dressed in nightgowns selected from a closet of expensive apparel they had followed Edwards to Sir Charles bedroom.  They found the lord in the middle of his giant bed studying reports.

   “Join me you two,” said Sir Charles enthusiastically indicating they should lie by his side.

   They climbed up on the great bed resting their heads on his shoulders.

   “I think of Club Josephine as my family,” said Sir Charles pulling the girls tightly to him.  “As the two newest members, you will receive training to allow you to participate in our great task.  I hope you’ve had no second thoughts about your desire to join our venture.”

   “None,” said Stacy.

   “I’m in to the end,” said Portia.

   “Good, then give us a kiss,” said Sir Charles.

   It was not a fatherly kiss they exchanged.  Stacy’s hand slipped inside Sir Charles lounging robe to tease his nipples.  Portia opened the robe further and the two girls energetically applied their mouths to his augmented breasts.

   “You vixens have gotten me aroused.  Amuse yourselves with my cock while I inform you of the requirements and benefits of belonging to Club Josephine,” said Sir Charles opening his robe to reveal his partially erect manhood.

   Neither girl hesitated to scoot down the bed and take Sir Charles in hand as he began to read from a document he selected from his nightstand.  His penis’s length and surgical scars made it an awesome appendage each was anxious to explore.  It was by no means the first time, Stacy and Portia had shared a penis and they proceeded like the experienced fellatrix they in fact were.  They took advantage of its size, energetically applying lips and tongue to different areas of the organ.  

   Both were only a little the worse for wear from last night’s experience.  After they were asleep, Simone had applied a healing salve to the whelps left on their abdomen by the application of the Malacca cane.   While their belly still bore the marks of their caning the discomfort was slight and ameliorated by painkillers Edwards had delivered on a silver tray.

   The night had not ended with the caning.  Deciding his staff deserved a reward for their hard work and flawless execution, Sir Charles had left his three torturers alone with Stacy and Portia.  Sir Charles was an educated man of the world.  He knew sex was the torturer’s reward and expectation.  French water torture, a ride on the Spanish Donkey, and the application of the Malacca cane to their swollen bellies brought Simone and her helpers to the edge of sexual frenzy.  Sir Charles went to bed knowing that Simone was clever enough to have arranged a fitting finale.

    The origins of the tradition could be traced back in history.   The ancient Spartans were renowned for their practice of first whipping prisoners to a senseless state then brutally and repeatedly sodomizing them in Sparta’s public square before an approving crowd.  Many an Athenian warrior made his way back to Athens with a scarred backside and a barely-functional sphincter.  Sexual humiliation was the end game of the dungeon and the whipping post.

    Sir Charles’ ancestors had played an infamous role in the execution of the Maid of Orleans.  A brutish Henry Darnell, an English knight, had led a party of jailors into Joan’s cell the night before she was burned.  Having convinced her superstitious clerical judges immolating a virgin was both unlucky and a mortal sin, he and his fellows brutally subverted the Maid’s purity in her final hours. Poor Joan’s hopes of meeting her Savior in a virgin state were dashed when Henry forced his member into her opening.  Years later, he would regale his dinner companions with descriptions of the thickness of her hymen and how a fountain of blood had erupted from her opening when it split it asunder.  Her rape was only the beginning of a full night of assaults ending in the mortal sin of sodomy.  The unfortunate former Maid limped to the stake with Darnell jism seeping from her orifices.

    When Sir Charles retired, Simone went into action.  The whimpering girls filled to the point of bursting were taken down from the crosses and placed on their swollen bellies over beer kegs borrowed from Club Napoleon’s bar.  Restrained in a spread eagle position, each had moaned and thrashed as their incredibly tight abdomens covered with raised whelps had come in contact with the cold metal.

   Once Stacy and Portia were secured, Alex and Francis dropped their trousers to allow Simone to administer to them orally.  Technically bisexual but with a preference for the male gender, the two stood by the kneeling lover of other’s pain allowing her to service both cocks.

   Once their cocks had reached maximum expansion and firmness, they prepared to mount the helpless girls from the rear adding to their acute misery.  Following their homosexual preferences, they applied the smallest possible amount of anal lubricant necessary to achieve a painless entry for themselves.  For the girls, the lack of lubricant created severe discomfort from the natural friction of a large cock forcing its way into their dry hole.  Portia and Stacy, exhausted, with breasts and bellies on fire could only moan and whimper in protest.  Particularly painful was the narrow line of flesh where the Spanish Donkey had done its evil task.

    “Oh God,” cried Stacy as her rectum was filled with Alex’s sizeable member.   The pressure on her swollen abdomen was intense.  Both girls grunted loudly as their sodomy achieved a regular pace.    

    Simone took a seat in the chair vacated by Sir Charles and spread her legs over the padded armrests.  She powered on the deep tissue muscle massager she purchased from Macy’s.  It was a formidable appearing personal appliance with a two-foot handle and a vibrating round head six inches in diameter.  Its advantage over the previous model was the heating unit installed in the vibrating head.  Simone dialed the heat adjustment to Medium as she licked her fingers then used them to spread and stroke he sex.

     The operation of the appliance was beyond the energy available from a phalanx of D cell batteries.  A standard 110-volt electrical plug powered the massager.

    Although sold as a cure for tired aching muscles, it’s more frequent use was female masturbation.  Simone pressed the buzzing warm head covered with soft rubber nodules against her sex.  She smiled and closed her eyes allowing her to concentrate on the sounds emanating from the nearby sodomy.

    For Stacy and Portia, it was pure hell but there was no alternative to endurance.  Each girl whispered her mantra occasionally pausing to moan, whimper, or scream when the pain became impossible to manage.

   Simone’s department store lover accompanied by a deliciously audible background of human suffering produced its expected result, a powerful orgasm that shook her torturer’s world.  Simone’s legs flopped wildly over the armrests as she pressed the vibrating latex against her sex using all her strength. Drool and spit sprayed from her lips as out of Sir Charles’ hearing, she screamed her favorite profanities.

   “That was a good climax,” announced Simone when she had recovered from her orgasm sufficiently to speak.  “Are you ready for me to blow them out?”

    “Yes, just about,” said Francis sensing the rise of pressure in his testicles.

    “I’m almost there,” said Alex.

    Simone stepped to the rear of Alex and Francis.  She placed her hand on their rear squeezing their buttocks.  The two increased their pace.  Both girls’ anuses were angry red-rimmed holes unable to fully close once a cock was removed.  Simone took advantage by spitting into their opening thereby providing further humiliation.  Simone was mildly superstitious and she had been told years before that spitting into the open asshole of someone you tortured was lucky.

         “Now,” said Alex offering his hand to Simone.  The two helped the diminutive girl to step up on the backs of Portia and Stacy.  Even half of Simone’s weight was sufficient to produce the expected result.  As the girls felt their rectums fill with semen, they experienced a forced rush of one gallon of water from the stomachs into the plastic buckets Simone had thoughtfully placed on the floor in front of them.

   While it was not a prolonged act of torture it was a profoundly painful one.  Both females put their last reserves of energy into a final baleful cry that summed up the agony of the last few hours then collapsed.

   Fun over, Simone and her two helpers washed the two unconscious girls in warm water, toweled them off and conveyed them to a warm bed in Sir Charles private quarters.  Salve was applied to their many whelps and abrasions.  Simone’s final act of mercy was to inject each with a drug guaranteed to produce eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.

   “Thank you, Sir Charles.  Money is always appreciated,” said Stacy who had been concentrating on the underside of Sir Charles’ penis paying special attention to the thin ridge of flesh that bifurcated his testicles and traveled downward to his rectum.  A pair of eiderdown pillows elevated Sir Charles’s hips allowing Stacy’s tongue easy access to the peer’s wrinkled anus.  It was slick with her saliva.  Her efforts to relax and open up the sphincter were beginning to succeed.  Rimming had become a favorite endeavor of Stacy.  She had become an anal expert capable of coaxing even the most uptight sphincter into relaxing the thin ring of muscle protecting the hidden treasures beyond.

    “You will have full member privileges for Club Napoleon including the right to bring guests.  Portia, you must bring those two delightful boys, Monk and Les.  Their college experience would be incomplete if it failed to include the sexual world of the transvestite.”

    “We will.  I’m sure they’ll love it.  They’ve both mentioned how they would like to have sex with cross dressers,” said Portia continuing to stroke the longest cock she’d ever held.

    “Good, other benefits include one hundred percent employer paid health care.  We have an excellent plan that is globally recognized by the best hospitals.  Some of the perks are less substantial.  For example, you can take a suite at London’s Savoy at a rate comparable to a single room.   You can sit in my luxury box at Boston Garden if you’re a fan.  There will be a complete list in the packet of information you take with you.”

    “What will be required of us,” asked Portia?

    “As interns you will be expected to work one eight hour shift per week in Club J’s Control Center.  And you will be assigned projects including one that involves freeing you from the clutches of Lt. Mike Cabreeze.”

    “How long a project,” asked Stacy?

    “Over a year I am afraid.  As I mentioned to you at Bar Noir last night, Lt. Cabreeze is not the biggest fish that Club J is after.  But we will fill you in on all that later.  It’s time to take the official oath.  My wife, Elspeth, will administer it.  Portia you can go first.  Mount my cock facing the screen,” said Sir Charles picking up a remote off the bed table and pressing the power on button.

   As the wall sized screen flickered to life, Portia straddled Sir Charles.  Stacy placed the head of the badly scarred penis into the opening of Portia’s vagina.  Fox News appeared momentarily on the screen before Sir Charles switched to an encrypted feed of a video frequency that could only be received and decoded by a combination of hardware and software developed by NSA and non-existent outside the agency except for the system in Sir Charles and Lady Elspeth’s bedrooms.

    As Portia slowly lowered herself she felt the over long appendage reach places in her birth canal that had only been visited by the two porn stars who had fucked her at the Women In Harm’s Way Golf Weekend.  Portia halted ever few inches taking deep breaths to allow her love tunnel to accommodate its visitor.   She wiggled her hips hoping the rigid column of flesh would find the path of least discomfort.   Finally, just as Portia’s bottom touched down on Sir Charles’ thighs, the videoconference system completed its initiation sequence.  Portia looked up to see a naked female lying in bed between two naked men.  The woman looked to be Sir Charles age but the men were much younger.  Stacy noted they were both muscular with rugged good looks and sizeable cocks.  They each had at least one finger in Lady Elspeth’s vagina.

   “Greetings Elspeth, can you hear me?” said Sir Charles.

   “Yes, Sir Charles, loud and clear,” said Elspeth.

   “Let me begin with introductions.  Portia, Stacy, this is my wife Lady Elspeth Darnell,” said Sir Charles.

   “It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Elspeth,” said Stacy looking at the screen while continuing to massage Sir Charles’ testicles.

   “Pleased to make your acquaintance, mum,” said Portia feeling somewhat embarrassed at meeting the wife of a man whose cock was inside her.

    “And I am delighted to make yours.  Welcome to Club Josephine.  Let me introduce Rodney and Beckett,” said Lady Elspeth referring to the two by her side.   “Both are members of London’s Club Josephine.”

    “Hello, ladies,” said the two waving at the screen.  Stacy and Portia responded similarly.

    “Who won the match,” asked Sir Charles who was a partial owner of the soccer team that employed the young men’s services.  The team was one of the very few assets he publicly acknowledged

    “We did,” said Beckett referring to yesterday’s game.  The two were standout players and well known throughout the soccer world.

    “Rodney and Beckett play for Manchester United,” said Sir Charles.

    “Love your decorations, Portia,” said Rodney referring to Portia’s piercings and tattoos.

    “Thank you,” said Portia maintaining a slow steady pace of impaling herself on Sir Charles penis.

    “We must plan a trip to the Boston Club,” said Rodney thinking it would be great fun to party with Portia and Stacy.

    “Sounds like fun,” said Stacy thinking she and Portia would enjoy a weekend of sex with the two.

    “The oath, my dear,” said Sir Charles reminding his wife there was a purpose to their video call.

    “Yes, of course,” said Lady Elspeth snatching a laminated piece of paper off her nightstand.  She moved quickly to mount Beckett’s hard cock so she was in the same position as Portia.  Both women were now in the reverse cowgirl position looking directly at one another.  Rodney was busily licking Lady Elspeth’s clit as she rose and fell on Beckett’s cock.  Stacy was performing the same procedure as Rodney.

    Moments later, Portia had sworn her undying loyalty to the Order of the Empress Josephine.  She had agreed upon pain of death to faithfully serve the Order in its war on drugs.

    Stacy changed places with Portia and repeated the oath.  Oaths taking complete, good byes were said and the videoconference ended.  But not before, Rodney and Beckett invited the girls to England to watch a match.

***

   

    “Club rules state it’s impolite on weekends to refuse another club member’s request for sexual congress,” said Portia reading from the document detailing Club Napoleon’s rules and regulations.

    “I don’t see a problem with that,” said Stacy.  The two were in Stacy’s bed; a partially eaten pizza was nearby.  Hours before, a limousine had delivered them back to their condo.  “I think it would be very interesting to be in a room filled with transvestites, all those tits to suck and dicks to fuck.”

    “Back to you,” said Portia focusing her entire being on pushing the double dildo out of her vagina and deep into Stacy’s.

    The two were exercising the muscles involved in sexual intercourse by passing a double dildo between them.  The exercise required well-developed musculature both in the abdomen and the lining of the vagina.  Remarkable powers of concentration were needed to perform the exercise properly.

    Portia felt the dildo begin to move, pick up speed then impact Stacy’s pussy with an audible thunk.

   “Good one,” said Stacy absorbing the impact as her fingers stroked her clit.

   “I’m improving but I’ll never be at your level,” said Portia acknowledging Stacy’s superior capability.  “You could crush a walnut with that mantrap you call a cunt.”

    “I wonder if it’s inherited.  Even though my dad has screwed around on my mother, they’ve stayed married.  And they still have an active sex life,” said Stacy.

   “How do you know they’re active,” said Portia?

   “Well, when I still lived there, they used to disappear into their locked bedroom every Sunday afternoon.  Mom always had a lift to her step when she emerged.  When I dropped by last Sunday to say hello, Manuela said my parents were in their bedroom and did not want to be interrupted.”

    “That’s sweet.  Send it back,” said Portia bracing herself.

    There was an even louder thunk seconds later when Stacy later filled her lungs then exhaled as she contracted her muscles.  The dildo landed deep in Portia’s cervix.

    “Wow, I felt that all the way to the top of my skull,” exclaimed Portia.

    “You exaggerate,” said Stacy.

    “Some Saturday night, we should venture out to Club Napoleon for dinner and dancing.  Monk and Les can be our dates,” said Portia.  “According to this, at midnight on weekends they open something called the maze.  It’s a dimly lighted area of narrow hallways and alcoves where patrons can enjoy anonymous encounters.  Clothing is not allowed.”

    “Sounds like fun.  On a more serious note, doesn’t the entire Club Josephine thing strike you as insane?” asked Stacy.

    “Totally bonkers, I performed an extensive WEB search on Sir Charles Darnell and even Lady Elspeth Darnell,” said Portia reaching for a slice with anchovies.

     “And,” asked Stacy?

     “Not much, according to Forbes, he is the fifteenth richest man on the planet but that placement was only a rough estimate.  His wealth was at least partially inherited.  But Sir Charles has the reputation of a financial genius in the area of commercial real estate.  Most of his holdings are in office buildings; however he chooses to mask the extent of his ownership.  No one knows the true magnitude of his fortune,” said Portia.

    “So he may be the fifteenth or the twentieth or the first,” said Stacy as she took a sip of wine.

    “The article described Sir Charles as reclusive to the max.  He has never been interviewed by the media,” said Portia.

     “Just think, we have had the fifteenth richest man’s cock inside us,” said Stacy recalling how it felt to be skewered by Sir Charles.

     “To the womb and beyond, and we have played with and sucked his man boobs,” said Portia.

     “What else did you find out,” asked Stacy looking at the muted television screen?  “Shit, the Yankees are ahead again.”

    “Sir Charles took a first at Cambridge in Greek and Latin.  Seems like an odd education for a real estate mogul.”

    “How about Lady Elspeth?”

    “She studied animal husbandry and breeds milk cows.  She’s been very successful at increasing milk production by selective breeding.  Two of her bulls produce semen sought world over.  And this is intriguing.  Lady Elspeth was also a Darnell at birth.  He married his first cousin,” said Portia.

    “Sounds very English, any children,” asked Stacy?

    “Two, a daughter who is deceased and a son I can find nothing about.  As Sir Charles told you, the daughter overdosed on heroin at a London nightclub.”

    “And we are now sworn to avenge her death by assassinating the planet’s drug lords,” said Stacy.  “My God, does that strike you as a little ambitious for two young ladies of quality attending an Ivy League college?”

    “I think Sir Charles is a genius albeit a mad one.  Who would ever suspect a sweet and innocent pair of Harvard coeds could be assassins?  I hope we get to start with Cabreeze.  Sir Charles was right.  Eventually he will find a reason to kill us both,” said Portia.

    “I’m not sure that Mike will be first.  Sir Charles indicated Mike wasn’t a tier one player but he was the means to reach the top guy.”

    “However, he did say he wanted us to gather all the information we could regarding Mike and the Posse’s operations.  Where do you think we should start?” said Portia.

    “Remember the secret room at the apartment,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, the one with all the guns and ammo,” said Portia.

    “I’m talking about the file cabinets full of blackmail dossiers about individuals.”

    “Yes, the master copy of Stacy Does Cambridge is there, my all time favorite pussy whacking DVD.”

    “I think those files are the key to Mike’s hold over everyone,” said Stacy.

    “Maybe he has a video of the Mayor of Cambridge fucking a goat.”

    “A goat or something like that, most likely Mark, but it could be drugs, straight sex, or even financial.  We need to learn what’s in those files,” said Stacy.

    “If there are as many as you say, that would take days if not weeks,” said Portia.

    “That’s why we need to make our own copy,” said Stacy.

    “And exactly how do we do that,” asked Portia?  “You want to share this last slice?”

    “No, you can have it.  I’m full.  We’ll sit down with Simone and the others and figure it out.  It shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Chapter 49 Document Retrieval

 

    “There’s the furniture van right on time,” said Portia watching the delivery truck marked, “Simon’s Furniture and Appliance,” park directly in front of the building where the Posse’s apartment was located.  The Simon family had been operating a successful chain of local furniture stores for three generations but that particular vehicle had nothing do with their business.  It was 10:00AM Monday morning.  Stacy and Portia were participating in their first Club Josephine operation.

   It had been a busy three months since they became interns.  Sir Charles had proved a strong taskmaster requiring the girls to learn all facets of the global drug trade.  Portia concentrated on research and analysis while Stacy developed the tradecraft of a field operative.

    Portia, Simone, and Alex were in an unmarked step van at the far end of the parking lot.  Alex was heavily armed in case something went wrong.  Sir Charles always insisted every operation have the capability to shoot its way out of trouble if matters went awry.

    “Reynolds certainly looks the part of a deliveryman,” said Portia training her field glasses on the tall muscular man in coveralls who climbed out of the van first.

    “I’m not sure Francis is all that convincing,” said Simone watching the much smaller, feminine-featured Francis exit followed by Stacy.  “And Stacy’s way too pretty to be delivering a refrigerator.”

    “Francis made a delivery to my bottom last night and I thought he looked the part,” said Alex.

    “We’re lucky no one’s around,” said Portia watching the identically dressed threesome walk to the back of the truck.

    “Even if they were, no would notice anything out of the ordinary,” said Simone.  “Apartment dwellers mind their own business.”

    Stacy waited as Reynolds used the truck’s power tailgate to lower a large box whose marking indicated it contained a brand name twenty-three cubic feet refrigerator/freezer.  The box had been weighted just enough to maintain the fiction something substantial was inside.  Reynolds and Francis pretended to manhandle the box onto a two-wheeled dolly.  Stacy, clipboard in hand, led them to the building’s elevator.

    At Apartment 311, Stacy used her key to open the door.  “We’re in,” said Stacy speaking into the tiny microphone clipped to her lapel.

    “So far so good,” responded Portia.

    Stacy’s first order of business was to retrieve the hidden microphone she had placed under an end table the previous Friday night.  Club J’s Control Center had continuously monitored the audio to make sure the apartment was empty.  Stacy knew Mike periodically had the apartment checked for electronic ease dropping; so it was important the microphone be removed as soon as possible.

    Next, Stacy led the other two to the rear bedroom and then to the closet where she tripped the spring-loaded secret door.  Stacy pulled the light cord then took a careful look around.  Everything was pretty much as she recalled it.  It did seem like there were some additional files lying on the big four-drawer file cabinet.   Several new weapons had been added to the arsenal.

   “Hold it,” she said to her two companions as she removed a high-resolution digital camera from her pocket.  She carefully photographed the room’s layout.  Her purpose was to capture exactly how everything appeared at the time of entry.  Later when they returned the file cabinet, Stacy could use the images to make sure all was as before.  Camerawork finished, she stood aside as Reynolds manhandled the heavy file cabinet on to the two wheeled hand cart and rolled it to the empty refrigerator box they had left in the hall entry way.

    Stacy used the rug vacuum to remove the impressions made by the cart’s wheels.  Francis held the box’s hinged flap open as Reynolds maneuvered the file cabinet inside the refrigerator box.  Stacy closed the secret door.  There was the possibility that even if Mike or Zack came by they would have no reason to go into the room and notice the file cabinet was missing.  The apartment was seldom used except on weekends and then only at night.

   Stacy made a final visual check as she closed the door.  To a casual onlooker, it would appear Simon’s was delivering a new refrigerator and hauling away the old one.

    Fifteen minutes later the delivery van had crossed over the Charles River Bridge into Boston and backed into the loading dock of an empty warehouse Sir Charles had leased.  Inside the warehouse office was the equipment needed to make good quality copies of the file cabinet’s content.  Portia had arranged for the short-term rental of a high-speed paper document copier, audiocassette copier, photo reproducer, videocassette high-speed duplicator, and a combination CD and DVD dubbing machine.  She had also designed and tested a workflow where the contents of each folder would be separated by media type, duplicated then returned to the folder in its exact original sequence.

    The goal was to copy the entire contents of the file cabinet then return it to the apartment by 1:00PM.  Stacy, Portia, Francis, Reynolds, and Simone set to work on the first folder.  Its subject was Cambridge City Councilwoman, LeAnn Price.

    “I didn’t know LeAnn Price was a lesbian,” said Stacy as she fed a photo of the Harvard alumna and prominent local politician and another woman entering the Posse’s apartment.  In a clearer second photo, Stacy recognized Wynona, one of her fellow Posse sluts lying on her back in bed while the Councilwoman performed orally.  Been there and done that thought Stacy recalling the taste, smell, and appearance of Wynona’s sex.

    Stacy placed the folder’s DVD disc in the high speed dubbing system and pressed the Execute button.  “Damn, Wynona and LeAnn Price in bed.  This I got to see.”

    “Stacy, there isn’t time for you to whack off to salacious scenes of local politicos performing perverted acts.  Stay focused.  There will be plenty of time later for voyeuristic orgasms,” said Portia.

    “Sorry, Portia,” said Stacy taking one more look at Wynona and LeAnn embracing before feeding the document into the photo reproduction equipment.

    At slightly before 1:00PM, the Simon truck pulled back into the parking lot.  The cover story was that the recipient noticed a dent in the side of the refrigerator and demanded a replacement.

     Once Reynolds had maneuvered the file cabinet into place, Stacy used the camera’s display to confirm the cabinet was exactly in the same location on the carpet as it was before.

    Stacy would have liked to examine a new Israeli assault rife someone had added to the armaments collection; however she carefully closed the access and helped Reynolds remove any telltale signs from the carpet. Sir Charles had pointed out Posse members being police had access to confiscated weapons.  The secret arsenal provided a source of untraceable guns in case the Posse needed to murder someone.

***

   

    “Some of these people are retired or deceased,” said Sir Charles closing a file folder he had been examining.  “Michael Cabreeze must have started his blackmail activities soon after he graduated the police academy.  Arguably, he is the most powerful man in the state, certainly the most powerful officer in the criminal justice system.”

    “They weren’t even alphabetized,” said Simone.

    “I doubt he has to refer to them often,” said Portia.

    “If ever,” said Reynolds looking through a series of still photographs of a Boston police captain accepting a bribe from a local Irish mafia figure.

    It was late afternoon of the same day.  Sir Charles and the others were reviewing the contents of the copied file cabinet.  The number and sophistication of the various blackmail schemes was impressive.

    “It’s surprising how successful and widespread he has been at entrapping people in his schemes,” said Portia.  “Key legislators in both houses are involved plus he owns three Congressmen and a Senator.”

   “He has shown himself to be technologically adept.  Earlier files contain film photos and taped voice conversations.  The latest employ high definition digital video capture,” said Simone.

    “One day when this is over, I’m going to find and seduce Mark.  He’s so damn cute and he sucks cock like a dream,” said Alex.

    “He’s also a terrific fuck,” said Stacy.  “He’s bisexual.”

    “No such thing as bisexual, you’re gay, straight or lying,” said Francis.

    “That’s homosexual propaganda.  I’m definitely bisexual,” said Portia.  “In fact, studies show that man’s natural state is most probably likes the bonobos apes, bisexual.”

    “What’s a bonobos,” asked Reynolds?

    “A subspecies of chimpanzee that is genetically speaking the closed living species to man, their DNA is a ninety eight point eight percent match to ours,” said Portia.

    “And the bonobos are bisexual,” asked Alex?  “I wonder where one could acquire a bonobos.  They would make a wonderful pet.”

    “They love the one they’re with,” said Portia.  “That includes male and female, close or distant relatives; absolutely no one is left out.”

    “So you are like a bonobos,” said Alex.

    “Yes, but I have my preferences,” said Portia leaning over to kiss Stacy who returned the kiss.

    “So many lives could be ruined if all this became public,” said Stacy ending the kiss.   “I feel like shit about the Russos.  I was responsible for that one.”

    “You were forced to do it, Stacia.  But yes, we must handle it carefully.  I’ll establish a review process supplemented by our own research.  If someone is an innocent or even not so innocent victim of the Posse’s blackmail scheme, we will destroy his or her file.  But if the person has willingly served the Posse and done harm to others, we will allow the files to become public at the appropriate moment.

   “It isn’t just public officials.  He’s got several newspaper editors and television station owners in his files,” said Simone looking at a photo of an older man kneeling down in front of Mark.  Mark was holding the man’s head forcing his cock to the back of his throat.  The man’s lips were embedded in Mark’s pubic hair.  “This guy Mark’s got a beautiful piece of hardware.  Have you done him, Stacy?”

    “Yes, many times, talented swordsmen and he gives excellent head,” said Stacy.  “I also screwed his father in prison.”

    “How was he,” asked Simone?  “I’ve heard good things about sex with inmates.”

    “Multiple orgasmic, like all serial killers, we plan to get married when he gets out.”

    “Oh, will he be paroled anytime soon,” asked Simone?

    “Unfortunately, he is serving three life sentences consecutively,” said Stacy.

    “You girls are full of shit,” said Reynolds then added, “Sorry, Sir Charles.”

    “Very orally gifted young man, Mark Wilson is on my must have list” said Simone looking at another picture of Mark and the station owner engaged in mutual oral.

   “I’m getting an erection listening to you talk about him,” said Alex.  “Let’s kidnap him and have our way with him.  Who’s up for a Mark Wilson gangbang?”

   “In due time, Alex, calm down,” said Sir Charles.    

   “Stacy, you and Vera Russo are so erotic together.   It makes me wish I were back in school being spanked by my favorite teacher.   And I adore her handsome husband’s penis,” said Francis watching a copy of the Russo DVD on his laptop.  “I’ll vote for him when he runs for Congress.  Did you find him good in the sack, too?”  

   “Excellent, although he was wearing a pair of Vera’s red panties,” said Simone.

    “I see. How adorable he looks,” said Francis.  “Tell me more.”

    “It’s a stand up nine incher with an impressive girth, fulfilling to say the least,” said Stacy.  “His wife was aggressive at first then passive. It was role-playing where the student gets spanked then the teacher.”

     “I love it,” said Francis watching the screen.

     “Have you seen them since you made the DVD,” asked Simone?

     “No, Mike and the Posse occasionally bang her while hubby watches; then he eats her cream pie.  Their relationship is complicated.”

    “And what an adorable mushroom head, my man pussy would adore having it deep inside,” said Francis continuing to watch as Vera paddles Stacy while her husband masturbates.  “Is he bi?”

    “Probably, don’t know for sure but I would suspect under different circumstances his mushroom could find its way inside your tush. Vera is definitely into girls.  She wanted us to get together for one on one,” said Stacy.

    “Enough, I’m hard as Gibraltar,” said Sir Charles.  “I suggest we go to my room, get in bed, and watch Stacy Does Cambridge together.”

    “Excellent idea,” said Francis.  “I’ll fantasize that those two darling boys bonking Stacy are fucking my ass not hers.”

Chapter 50 Club Napoleon

 

    “How’s your steak, Les” asked Portia?  It was Saturday night.  Portia and Stacy had invited Monk and Les to dinner at Club Napoleon.

    “Fantastic, just the way I like it,” said Les.  “We really appreciate you inviting us tonight.”

    “Yeah, it was great of you to bring us,” said Monk.

    “I thought we all deserved a good meal in interesting surroundings,” said Portia.  “It’s been a tough semester.”

    “And yours, Monk,” asked Stacy?  “How’s the lobster?”

    “Terrific, the food here is wonderful.  And this place is so fucking cool,” said Monk.  “I have always wanted to hang out with CDs.  Some of these guys are gorgeous.”

    “CDs, transsexuals, transvestites, and transgenders are all represented her tonight,” said Portia looking around the room.  “Club Napoleon is the ultimate in chic gender switching.”

    “Transgender is when a man goes all the way to a woman, snip, snip,” said Les.

    “Not really,” said Portia.  “And the terms apply to women as well as men.”

    “Okay, genius, how does it all work,” asked Monk looking around the large dining room?

    “Don’t call me that.  I hate it when you call me that,” said Portia getting angry.

    “Well you are one. One hundred seventy five is fifteen points above the genius level,” said Les.

    “I know but it makes me feel like a freak.  Tonight, I just want to be a normal slut hoping to get a laid.  So no more genius shit,” said Portia.

    “You two leave Portia alone,” said Stacy.  “Or we won’t screw you anymore.”

    “Sorry, Portia, my deepest apologies” said Monk.  “Please note I always cave under threat of being cut off.”

    “Me too, sorry Portia,” said Les. “Where were we on the subject of sex change?”

    “Yeah, we came to college to learn and have new experiences but Harvard is neglecting our education when it comes to gender modification,” said Monk.

    “A transvestite is a person who dresses and acts in a manner traditionally associated with the opposite sex.  In general, transvestism or cross dressing implies the person has not undergone surgery or hormone therapy to physically become the opposite sex,” said Portia.  “It’s about clothes, makeup, wigs, etc plus and this is very important, thinking of yourself as a woman and wanting others to consider you female.  The psychological component is critical to the cross dresser.”

    “Cross dressers are gays trying to attract other men,” said Monk.

    “Not true in all cases, there are strictly heterosexual cross dressers.  Being dressed as a woman arouses them but their desires are heterosexual,” said Portia.  “I know that sounds illogical; but it’s true.”

    “You mean that tall broad shouldered lady in the blue dress at the next table would be more interested in your ass than mine,” asked Les in a whisper?

    “It’s a possibility.  The lady in question is wearing a wedding ring and the other lady who I assume is his wife is wearing one also.  But then again they may both be bisexual.”

    “Sex and gender can be very confusing,” said Stacy.  

    “I used to take my sister’s panties out of the laundry hamper, wrap them around my cock and jerk off.  Sometimes I’d put them on and watch myself stroking it in the mirror,” said Monk.  “Does that make me a cross dresser?”

    “I don’t have a sister so I had to use my mother’s panties,” said Les

    “No, Monk, it means you cross dressed at one time but you haven’t continued the practice,” said Portia.  “As for you, Les, you have incest issues.  I don’t think occasionally trying on women’s panties or even hose and heels make you a CD.”

     “All guys fantasize about doing their mom.  My mom was still young and pretty when I was going through puberty,” said Les.

     “Girls fantasize about their fathers at least I did.  I bet you looked darling in your sister’s panty, Monk,” said Stacy.

    “Will you let me wear yours when we go in the maze,” asked Les?

    “For certain, I’m wearing a thong,” said Stacy.  Stacy took out her pen and scribbled a note on a napkin.  She quietly signaled the waiter over and handed him the napkin and a twenty-dollar bill.

    “Have either of you two ever had sex with a man dressed as a woman,” asked Monk?

    “Once but he wasn’t fully dressed,” said Stacy recalling her meeting with the Russos.  “He was wearing a blonde wig, make-up, bra stuffed with falsies, garter belt, panty, hose, and high heels.”

    “Did it turn you on,” asked Monk?

    “No, I almost burst out laughing.  He has a lot of body hair and it looked all wrong,” said Stacy.  “Good cross dressing requires skill and perseverance.”

    “If he had gotten rid of the hair, what would you have thought,” asked Les?

    “He would have looked much better,” said Stacy.  “But I wouldn’t have considered him a major turn on.  What got my engine started was his nine inch cock peeking over the waistband.”

    “So did you have sex with him,” asked Monk?

    “Of course,” said Stacy.

    “How was it,” asked Les?

    “Good, he had a very thick instrument that touched all the right places.  I believe he was chemically reinforced, as he stayed hard after he blasted a large load in my well-fucked cunt.  Furthermore his wife possessed a talented tongue plus some interesting toys,” said Stacy recalling Vera Russo’s dildo collection.

    “His wife was there,” asked Monk?

    “Yes, she arranged the hookup,” said Stacy.

    “I envy you two.  Women these days have a much more interesting sex life than men,” said Les.

    “Thanks, I thought Stacy and I were making it interesting for you,” said Portia.

    “You do make it interesting.  Sorry, didn’t mean anything by it.  So where were we?” said Les.

    “Cross dresser and transvestite are synonyms.  While most transvestites are interested in attracting the same gender for homosexual sex, there are strictly heterosexual males who are into woman,” said Stacy.

    “So what’s a drag queen,” asked Les.

    “A man who dresses in an extremely feminine fashion,” said Portia.  “The term drag queen is associated with female impersonators who perform in clubs. They pretend to be Carol Channing or ABBA”

    “After a transvestite comes,” asked Monk?

    “Transgender, some form of surgery or hormone use is implied.  Breast implants are the most common form of transgender surgery,” said Portia.  “Male breasts can also be increased with hormone injections.”

    “Chicks with dicks, that’s what I hope to meet in the maze,” said Les.

    “You probably will. I suspect there are some mighty weapons hidden away under those skirts,” said Stacy.

     “When I went to take a whiz, I was standing at the urinal and this CD showed up right beside me.  She hiked her skirt up and unlimbered a humongous pecker.  Mother was the biggest I’ve ever seen.  It had scars on the sides.  She peered over at mine and said my Prince Albert looked very nice,” said Les.

     “There’s a surgical procedure that will increase your cock size.  I suspect there are more than one person in this room with a super-sized cock,” said Stacy wondering if Les had encountered Sir Charles in the restroom.

   “So there are men here who go to one surgeon to have big tits implanted so they look more like a girl.  Then go to another doctor and have their cock lengthened so they look more like a man.  That makes absolutely no sense,” said Monk.

   “You’re right but its true,” said Portia.

   “Suppose I wanted to become a girl,” asked Les?

   “Only three hospitals in the United States will undertake a complete gender change. You have to apply to be accepted into the program.  They require a year of psychological counseling to start with.  That’s followed by a year of hormone therapy and then you get operated on,” said Portia.

   “What kind of operations,” asked Monk?

   “Make your Adams Apple less visible, breast implants, and of course, transformation of your genitals,” said Portia.

   “How do they go from pole to hole,” asked Les?

   “Your scrotum is used to line your vagina.  The cock head becomes your clit,” said Portia.

    “But you can’t have a baby,” said Monk.

    “Of course not,” said Portia.

    “Seems unfair,” said Les.

    “There’s only so much a surgeon’s scalpel can accomplish,” said Portia.

    “So what about women who want to become men,” asked Monk?

    “Far less common but there are a class of lesbians called bois that I find interesting,” said Portia.

   “A bois is a lesbian,” said Les.

  “Bois have their breasts removed,” said Portia.  “I think there are several bois sitting at the bar eyeing Stacy.”

    “You’re bullshitting me,” said Les.  “They cut their tits off.”

    “Yes and in certain extreme cases have their vaginas sutured closed and their clits surgically transformed into mini-cocks.  I don’t know much about the process but bois express the same sexual attraction toward a female as a man would.  I suspect the bois in the pin stripped suit at the end of the bar is fantasizing how she would fuck Stacy like a man even if her equipment isn’t quite up to the task,” said Portia.

    “So if I meet a bois in the Maze, she’ll have a flat chest and a clit/dick,” said Monk.

    “Yes, and since they are man-phobic, you better turn her over to Stacy quick before she cuts your nuts off,” said Portia.

    “You are definitely a bois magnet, Stacy,” said Les.

    “Thank you, Les. You say the sweetest things,” said Stacy taking a bite of her dessert.

    The six-piece group that entertained at Club Napoleon on weekends was scheduled to start at nine o’clock.  At precisely that hour, the leader stepped to the microphone and announced, “We’re going to begin with a special request.  Portia and Stacy requested our first offering for Monk and Les.  It’s one of my favorites too.  The Intruders first released this song in 1970 on their album titled Win Place or Show. ”

    The vocalist stepped to the microphone and began to croon, “I’ll Always Love My Mama.”

    “Come on.  We’re dancing,” said Stacy taking Monk’s hand.

***

   

    “Oh God, oh God, it’s too fucking big, you’re killing me,” whined Monk reacting to Sir Charles AKA Charlize forcing his lubricated cock head past Monk’s sphincter.  Monk’s anal ring was screaming in pain.  The first two inches of his rectum felt like they were on the verge of bursting.  His body was covered in perspiration.

   “Just relax, Monk,” said Charlize taking a better grip on Monk’s boyish hips preparatory to achieving further penetration.

   Stacy wrapped her arms around Monk pulling him into a passionate kiss hoping to distract him as Charlize pressed inward.

   Charlize was wearing a white bustier that forced his man breasts up to a respectable height.  His matching heels, hose, and garter belt were the British firm Wofford.

    At a quarter to midnight the foursome joined the line awaiting the opening of the Maze.  Taking their cue from those around them, they made out heavily stroking each other’s sex.   At precisely on the hour, the door opened to reveal a fully equipped dressing room.  An attendant assigned them a locker.  Anxious to participate, they hurriedly undressed.

   “I hope you don’t mind but we agreed to meet some friends inside the Maze,” said Portia.  Sir Charles and the others had requested the courtesy of being the first to enjoy Monk and Les’ first visit to the Maze.

   “Not a problem,” said Les.

   “I just hope someone with big cock fucks my ass,” said Monk.

   “I think we can accommodate you,” said Stacy taking his hand as they entered the darkened room. Monk and Stacy encountered Charlize immediately.

    “This way,” said Charlize taking them by the hand to lead them to a special room reserved for Sir Charles.

    “I’m Charlize,” said Sir Charles taking Monk in his arms and kissing him.  Monk’s curiosity encouraged him to reach between Charlize’s legs to feel his manhood.

    Monk could only manage, “Wow,” as he hand moved down Charlize’s cock.

    “You and Stacy suck me then we’ll make a sandwich,” said Sir Charles taking a seat and spreading his legs.

    Charlize pinched and pulled his nipples as Monk and Stacy applied themselves to licking and sucking his privates.

    “They’re big as grapefruits,” whispered Monk licking a testicle.

    “They’re magnificent,” said Stacy before flattening her tongue and moving her head forward to force the head to enter her throat.  Taking a final breath through her nose, she relaxed her neck muscles before moving further.  She savored the sensation of having her throat filled, pulsing her neck muscles to massage the column of flesh before reluctantly drawing back to breath.

    “You are so talented, Stacy,” said Sir Charles.

    Once he was fully erect, Charlize directed Monk to mount Stacy.  She took Charlize’s place on the couch, spreading her legs then reaching down to guide Monk’s cock into her.

    “All men should be required to have a Prince Albert,” moaned Stacy as she felt the metal pass along the walls of her vagina teasing her G-spot.  Stacy wrapped her arms around Monk taking his penis inside her then starting to rhythmically move as he thrust in her.

    “Stacy said you have been looking forward to this,” said Charlize applying lubricant to Monk’s anus then using his fingers to work the lubricant into his rectum.

    “Take a five count breath to relax,” said Stacy.

     Stacy’s G-spot was exploiting the presence of Monk’s Prince Albert hardware as his body tensed.  Her arms were fully extended with her hands grasping his buttocks separating them so Charlize would have an unobstructed path to Monk’s anus.  Seeking to distract Monk, Stacy dug her fingernails into the soft flesh of his bottom as she contracted her abdomen applying the maximum vaginal pressure to Monk’s cock.

    Portia was in an adjacent private alcove.  Her pussy contained Les’ cock.  It was being forcibly pushed to its maximum depth by the presence of Reynolds’ surgically enhanced penis in his asshole.  Poor Les had almost fainted when Reynolds’ slipped his well-lubricated member past his sphincter.  Portia was similarly attempting to distract the sodomized youth by activating the many muscles lining the walls of her vagina.  The fact that such activation also lead to increasing the contact of her nerve ending with his metal piercings added to her zeal.  Portia moaned her pleasure as her sensitive flesh pulsated against the stainless steel globes.

    “Want a creampie, Les,” asked Simone showing up from out of the darkness to place her ass in proximity to Portia mouth and her pussy to Les’s?  “I got a pussy full from one of the trannies.”    

    “Give me,” Portia answered lifting her head and passing her tongue over Simone’s slippery hole.  Simone contracted her abdomen expelling the fluid directly into Portia’s open mouth.

   “Les, I have a second hand snowball for you,” said Portia lifting herself again to press her lips to his.  Les parted his lips to accept Portia’s offering.  He took a few moments to savor the semen and saliva cocktail then using his tongue he spread it throughout his oral cavity before spitting the residue back in Portia’s open mouth.

    “It’s not organic,” said Simone as she moved slightly forward to fill Portia’s mouth again.  “I got this from Arlene and she started her hormone therapy a month ago.  Can you taste the difference?”

    “Not really,” said Portia savoring the deposit of used semen on her taste buds.

    “Me neither,” said Les who considered himself something of a connoisseur on the subject of body fluids.  Les held to the belief that certain fruits enhanced the flavor of semen or female secretions.  He was himself partial to the flavor engendered by strawberries and the locally available, Maine wild blueberries.

    “Can you taste the hormones, Simone,” asked Portia after providing Les a second mouthful?

    “Not really, it’s a little runny but that could be anything,” said Simone.

    “There’s a very slight apricot flavor,” said Les after swallowing.

    “One of the specials was a chicken apricot entrée.  Did Arlene have it?” asked Portia.

    “Don’t know but I did,” said Simone.

    “So your vaginal fluids may have contaminated the semen giving it an apricot flavor,” said Les.

    “Possibly,” said Simone.  “I also had Tammy’s cock in my vagina right before Arlene’s.”

    “The only resolution would be to go back to Arlene and collect a fresh jism sample in a clean wine glass for us to sample,” said Les.

    “You’re distracting me with your nonsense,” said Reynolds taking a firm grip on Les’ flanks and using them as leverage to force his cock to its maximum depth.

    “Oh man, I think you just straightened out my lower intestine,” said Les moaning his warm breath onto Simone’s clit.

    “Portia, your young man is a truly excellent cunt lapper,” said Simone enjoying the two tongues pleasuring her sex.

    “Portia taught me all I know about eating pussy,” said Les.

    “Mine was not your first rug munch by any means,” said Portia.

    “No, I started in high school but I did not learn how to lick twat big time until I met Portia,” said Les.

    “So she was your mentor,” said Simone enjoying the intense pleasure from the way Les was sucking her clitoris.

    “Yes, she declared Monk and I orally challenged the first time we went down on her.”

    “So she retrained you,” asked Simone?

    “Yes, in the alley behind Dunster Street.  Oral sex in a garbage dumpster, even the French have not tried that,” said Les beginning to enjoy the sensation of Reynolds’ cock withdrawing to the point that his anal ring was wrapped around the under lip of the mushroom head before beginning its slow inexorable journey to the depths of his GI tract.  “Reynolds, this is the greatest ass fucking I’ve ever had.  You cock is traveling to places never before visited.”

   “Thank you, Les. You have a nice tight hole and I’m enjoying fucking it,” said Reynolds taking it slow wanting it to last.

   “Dibs on the felch,” said Simone.

   “Hey, I sucked Arlene’s love juice out of your hole.  It’s only fair I get to evacuate Les’,” said Portia.

   “You girls can share.  I’m sure Reynolds will deposit enough for both of you,” said Les.  “Based on the size of his nuts, he’ll deliver at least a pint.”

    “I bet the French have tried it,” said Portia getting back to the earlier conversation.

    “What,” asked Simone?

    “Garbage dumpster sex,” said Portia.  “It can be a turn on.”

    “What makes it so special,” asked Simone her eyes closed enjoying the two busy tongues?

    “It has to be a dumpster behind a restaurant so the smell of rotting food acts as an aphrodisiac,” said Portia.

    “And the occasional rat scurrying over your feet keeps you hyper alert,” said Les.

    “Rats, I wouldn’t mind but the garbage smell could turn me off,” said Simone reaching back to stick a moistened finger in her butthole.  “Has Stacy tried it?”

    “Yes, not that she ever needs an aphrodisiac.  She can get off thinking about sex,” said Portia.  “She’s the only person I’ve ever met who can fantasize her way to an orgasm with her hands tied behind her back.

    “And the fact that it’s a semi-public place with winos around pissing in the alley adds to the rush,” said Les.  

    “Here comes your pint,” said Reynolds picking up his pace slamming himself against Les’ bottom.

    “Me too, Reynolds, let’s show these sluts that real men can drop their load together,” said Les sensing the upcoming escape of his semen from their reservoir.  “Here comes my synchronized swim team, Portia.”

    Reynolds and Les convulsed in a simultaneous orgasm.

    “Your cum cocktail is ready, Simone,” said Reynolds leaning back to allow Simone to place her mouth over Les’ still open sphincter.  In the dark no one could see her hollow her cheeks but the sound of sucking liquid filled the alcove.

    “Nothing like the noise of a young woman sucking fresh jism out of a well fucked butt,” said Les his softening cock slowly withdrawing from Portia’s vagina.

   “Get under me, Simone and you can add Les’s teaspoon to Reynolds pint,” said Portia slowly and carefully rising to her knees.

   “Hey, I’m good for a couple of tablespoons,” said Les.

   “Got it.  Blending it with my tongue,” said Simone in a muffled voice once she has allowed Les’s semen to slide out of Portia’s vagina into her mouth.

    “Let me have some,” said Portia placing her lips against Simone’s.  The two girls swapped their mouthfuls back and forth several times.

    “Me too, don’t hog the jism you two,” said Les making it a three-way exchange.

    “You young people today love to play with body fluids,” said an amused Reynolds.

    “Who are you bullshitting, old man?  We’re the same age,” said Simone blowing a jism bubble in the dark.

Chapter 51 The Maze

    Stacy, in the mood to explore and sample what the Maze had to offer, took off on her own through the main corridor.  She left Monk and Charlize when Francis and Alex arrived.  Monk was as he called it, in trannie heaven.  He was on his knees sucking one cock while he jerked off the other two.

    Stacy moved slowly down the dark corridor pausing to touch whoever happened to be standing in the alcove entrance.  She encountered a strong aura of eroticism as she moved from person to person unable to determine whether they were young or old, handsome or grotesquely ugly.

    She encountered the paradox of large breasts paired with an oversized cock.   The sensation of soft mounds pressing against her back while an erect penis thrust into her vagina struck her as incredibly bizarre and increased her lust.

    Her sex grew wet and her nipples so hard they hurt.  She felt turned on by the anonymity as unseen strangers manhandled her boobs and inserted their fingers into her orifices.  Couples sandwiched her between them and used their tongues, hands and sex to ravish her.  She was pushed her to her knees for oral service.  After a few minutes they disappeared in the dark.

    She had almost reached the end of the corridor when a hand circled her upper arm pulling her firmly inside the alcove.

    “Want to play with something different,” asked a soft feminine voice taking Stacy’s hand and placing it on the speaker’s crotch.

    “Yes,” said Stacy excited by what she felt.  She widened her stance to allow the speaker’s fingers to enter her vagina, moaning with pleasure as two long digits found her G-spot and stroked it.  The two melded together as they masturbated one another

    “My God, is that your clit,” asked Stacy unable to contain her surprise as her fingers explored the unusual sex organ?  It was larger than Stacy’s thumb and sticking straight out like a fully engorged penis.

    “Yes, I call it my ‘penoris’ or do you prefer ‘dickis’?  My name is Jodie.”  “If you like, you can suck it like a cock.”

    “I’m Stacy and yes I’d love to,” said Stacy dropping to her knees to take the oversized clit in her mouth.

   “That’s right, Stacy.  Suck my girl cock.  Suck it so hard it hurts,” moaned Jodie as Stacy’s mouth drew the appendage in and created a vacuum in her mouth.

    “What did you do to your pussy,” asked Stacy licking down the center between the thick meaty labia.

    “Freakish, isn’t it,” asked Jodie?

    “Definitely,” said Stacy reaching up to run her hand over Jodie’s completely flat chest? “You’re also different up top.”

    “I had a surgeon in Nuevo Leon remove them,” said Jodie.

    “Are those scars,” asked Stacy feeling the twin ridges of jagged flesh on Jodie’s chest.  She wished she could actually see them.

    “Yes, I had the surgeon suture them in a way that maximized scar tissue.”

    “Scars are just so fucking hot,” said Stacy standing up to pass her tongue over the rough line of flesh then taking the small nipple in her mouth and sucking it.  “I love scars.  My father is a surgeon.  When I was a little girl, I used to sneak into his study and look at his medical books.”

    “Were you a naughty little girl who played with your pussy while you looked?” asked Jodie her hand stroking Stacy’s sex.

     “Yes, I was naughty.  I took my virginity with the pointed end of my hairbrush while staring at a picture of a woman who’d been sewn up after open-heart surgery.  I felt awful about it later.”

    “Your dad is a doctor,” asked Jodie massaging Stacy’s breast?

    “Yes, a surgeon,” said Stacy.

    “He gave you these for your sweet sixteen,” asked Jodie squeezing both Stacy’s breasts in her strong hands.

    “No, they’re real.  Big boobs run in my mother’s side of the family,” said Stacy rubbing her cheek along Jodie’s scar tissue.

    “Suck on this,” said Jodie putting her fingers in Stacy’s mouth.

    “What happened,” asked Stacy realizing the ring finger was missing.

    “I was in the Army, helicopter maintenance with the Air Cavalry.  I did something stupid and got it caught in a rotor drive.  Popped it right off,” said Jodie.

    “Oh fuck, that’s hot,” said Stacy flicking her tongue back and for the across the stump of the finger.

    “You’re really into scars,” said Jodie.

    “Yes, does that make me a terrible person,” asked Stacy?

    “Not really, lots of girls got a thing for scars.  That’s what happened to me.  I wanted the scars more than I wanted boobs.  I was a 36C.”

    You have such an interesting body.  “And what happened here,” asked Stacy capturing Jodie’s thumb-sized clit in the cleft between her index and second finger and giving it a gentle squeeze?

    “I had the clitoral hood and connecting tissue removed so it could dangle free like a cock,” said Jodie.  “Now I can play with myself like a guy.  I also orgasm quicker and stronger.”

    “It is getting harder,” said Stacy slowly stroking Jodie’s sex.

    “You should try it.  I’ll give you the clinic’s name next time I see you.  Half of Club Napoleon has been there so you know it’s safe.”

    “I’ll give it some thought,” said Stacy recalling that Portia had shown her a WEB page describing how surgical removal of the clitoral hood greatly enhanced sexual pleasure.  “But how did it get to be so large?”

    “Saline injections I do myself.  I wanted to be big down there and the best way to do that is to inject saline into your clit and labia.”

    “You stick a needle into your clit,” asked a disbelieving Stacy who was thoroughly aroused by Jodie?

    “Once every four weeks, I sterilize my pussy.  A friend helps me.  She captures the tip in a forceps and pulls it out as far as it’ll stretch.  I use a twenty-gage needle to inject five CCs of sterile saline solution into the base.”

    “That must hurt,” said Stacy.

    “No pain, not gain, it’s not so little after that.  Next I use a thirty-gage needle to inject fifteen CCs into my labia minor.  I do that in two different places, four injections total.  I pump four times thirty CCs into the labia major so my outer lips are really huge.  The result is the monster pussy you got your hand in,” said Jodie.

   “Let’s go down on each other.  I’m dying to get my face in between those big cunt lips,” said Stacy.

   “I’m a top girl.  You take the bottom,” said Jodie turning Stacy to lower her down on the alcove’s single bed.

   “Oh Jodie, you’re pussy’s beautiful,” said Stacy as she licked the freakishly sized labia and took the fat dangling clit in her mouth to suck.  “Rub your scars against my tits.”

***

   

    A half hour later, Stacy had resumed her sojourn through the dark corridors of the maze.  She and Jodie had exchanged email addresses.   Jodie promised to introduce her and Portia to a friend who had been badly burned.   “Her body is one big skin graft.  She’ll meet you as a favor to me.”      

    Stacy moved slowly along touching and being touched, exchanging kisses and caresses.  Often she knelt to suck cock or eat pussy.  She found herself making out with a couple that even in the dark she could tell had impressive physiques.  The woman’s breasts were as large as Stacy’s and the man’s cock seemed incredibly thick.

    “Want to help break in my new pussy.  It’s virgin,” asked the woman between kisses?

    “I’m going to take her cherry,” said the man.  “I’m Dan by the way and this is Karen.”

    “Nice to meet you.  I’m Stacy.”

    “You got a hot body I can tell.  Want to help me deflower Karen?” asked Dan?

    “Club Napoleon doesn’t seem like the kind of place that gets a lot of virgins,” said Stacy her hands moving over their bodies.

    “Stick your fingers in my pussy and see for yourself,” said Karen while pushing one of her fingers into Stacy’s vagina.

    “Wow, I didn’t expect that,” said Stacy encountering a membrane a half inch inside her opening

    “I just got back from Rio where they made me a real woman.  I got the surgeon to put a cap on my new hole so I could have the complete experience.   Remember when you lost your cherry?”

    “Sure, I was in the ninth grade and I stuck the end of my hairbrush in my vagina and gave it a push,” said Stacy.

    “Did it hurt,” asked Karen?

    “A little, not much,” said Stacy.

    “Mine’s made from my scrotum.  I had a big set of nuts and they didn’t need all of it to line my new pussy so I had them make me a hymen with the leftovers.  I told the Doctor to make it thick so Dan will know what its like to bust a young girl’s cap.”

    “What do you want me to do,” asked Stacy excited at the prospect of such a novel experience.

    “Eat me while Dan fucks you.  Make me cum.  Then sit on my face and help him slam his salami in my new hole.  I want it to hurt and I want it to bleed.  Have you ever eaten man made pussy?”

    “No, but I find the idea intriguing,” said Stacy whose one hand was stroking Dan’s fat cock while the other massaged Karen’s surgically created clit.

    “Then go ahead and put your mouth on the Twilight Zone,” said Karen lying back on the bed with her legs spread.

    For the second time that night, Stacy found herself sucking on an enlarged clit that was the tip of Karen’s cock in a previous gender.  Stacy was on her knees between Karen’s legs.  Dan had been licking her asshole and pussy to get her ready for his entry.

    “Here comes the fat man,” said Dan pushing his cockhead into Stacy.

    “You going to love his sausage,” said Karen pushing Stacy’s face into her cunt.

    Stacy moaned as her hole was forcibly expanded.

    “Oh, I love it,” said Stacy between licks of Karen’s cunt.  Stacy found her tongue could easily reach Karen’s membrane.

    “Oh yeah, Stacy, lick my cherry.  Get it nice and wet for Dan,” said Karen.

    Stacy felt eroticised by the bizarreness of the situation.  Dan was pounding hard into her pussy as he double fingered her asshole.  Her talented and eager tongue brought Karen to a climax and kept her there.  Dan honoring his commitment reluctantly withdrew his cock from Stacy’s pussy.

   “I’m going to rip you open, baby,” said Dan taking a position between Karen’s legs.

   “Do it, motherfucker.  Split me open.  Bust my cherry,” said Karen.

   Stacy switched her position to where she was straddling Karen facing Dan.  Her pussy was directly over Karen’s mouth.  Gravity drew the fluids from Stacy’s vagina into Karen’s mouth.  Stacy grabbed Karen’s ankles spread them in a wide V as she pulled them back toward her until Karen was bent double.

    “Bust it, Dan.  Make her bleed,” said Stacy to Dan reaching out to take his cock in her hand and position it at Karen’s entrance.

    “Yeah, rip that pussy open,” said Dan forcefully thrusting his hips forward to bring his cockhead in contact with Karen’s hymen.

    “Do it motherfucker.  Rape my virgin cunt,” said Karen.

     Stacy prepared to smother Karen’s scream with her pussy.  “Now, Dan,” yelled Stacy.

    Dan slammed his thick cock into the untried hole.  His expression turned to pain as his cock impacted the thick layer of flesh.  It stretched but didn’t break.  Dan’s cock bent double with the impact.

    “Fuck, couldn’t get through,” said Dan holding his cock and in some pain.  “Bent my fucking dick.”

    “Shit, that hurt like all hell.    Take it easy.  You almost killed me,” said Karen when Stacy rose up slightly.

    “You said you wanted it to hurt.  Try again, Dan.  I’ll spread her hole open and tighten it up,” said Stacy using her thumb and fingers to spread Karen’s labia.  Stacy put her fore fingers on each side of Karen’s entrance.  She pulled hard stretching the opening.

    “Christ, you’re ripping my cunt apart.  Let’s forget it.  I can’t take it,” said Karen starting to sob.

    “Shut the fuck up, Karen.  You wanted this,” said Dan preparing for another attempt.

    Stacy leaned forward to bring her lips to Dan’s.  She kissed him so hard she tasted blood.  “Split her open, Dan.  Make her scream.  Show the cunt what kind of a man you are.”

     “Right, bust that cherry,” said Dan intent on taking Karen’s virginity regardless of her pain.

     Once more Dan with Stacy’s help positioned his thick penis at Karen’s entrance.

    “Now give it everything you got, stud,” said Stacy as she covered Karen’s mouth with her pussy.

    Dan recklessly threw his body forward.  There was a moment’s hesitation as the hymen stretched, almost held then gave way in an instant.  Dan’s cock achieved its maximum depth as Karen twisted and screamed in agony.  Stacy’s clamped her wet sex over Karen’s screaming mouth, muffling shrieks of agony that would have brought others running.

    Half dozen more brutal thrusts into a sobbing Karen and Dan climaxed.

    “Here, let me suck that cherry buster,” said Stacy leaning forward as Dan withdrew.  She took his crimson stained cock in her mouth and sucked it clean.  Next, she placed her mouth over Karen’s bloody vagina licking and sucking out its mix of blood, semen and glandular secretions.

    “Hold her, Dan,” said Stacy taking a position between Karen’s legs.  “I’m going to chew out the rest of it.”

    “Be still,” said Dan bending Karen’s legs to the point her feet were at her shoulders.

    “Don’t let her hurt me, Dan,” pleaded Karen between sobs.

    “Shut the fuck up,” said Dan fascinated by Stacy’s actions.

    Stacy’s tongue located the shredded remains of Karen’s hymen.  She pushed her face into the blood-smeared hole reaching the remands of the torn hymen.  Using her teeth she nibbled around the ring of tattered flesh biting and tearing it off as Karen begged her to stop.

    Satisfied, she had the remains; she mixed it with the bloody concoction already in her mouth.  Carefully, she changed positions so her mouth was directly above Karen’s.

    “No,” screamed Karen as Stacy’s fingers pried her mouth open.  Stacy allowed gravity to take roughly half of her oral volume into Karen’s opening.  In the gloom, the two women looked at one another’s blood stained lips.

    “In primitive societies, it was considered good luck for a young girl to drink her virgin blood and consume what remained of her hymen.  Chew it up and swallow it,” said Stacy.

     “Man, this is so fucking out there,” said Dan watching Karen swallow the shreds of her cherry.  “Can I have some, Stacy?”

    “Lick the inside of my mouth,” said Stacy bringing her lips to Dan’s as she stroked his softening cock.   She remained motionless with her mouth wide open as Dan’s tongue gathered the recycled contents of Karen’s hymen. Finished, Dan quickly swallowed then howled like a timber wolf.

Chapter 52 The Arena

 

      “Charlize said the best place to end the evening is the Arena,” said Portia taking Stacy’s hand.  By luck, Portia, along with Monk and Les managed to locate Stacy while she was giving head to Melba, a tall black man with breasts larger than Stacy’s and a nine-inch cock that produced a prodigious volume of semen.  Stacy was squeezing Melba’s navel orange sized testicles to extract her third mouthful when she noticed her friends watching from the alcove’s entrance.

     “That was delicious and incredibly filling, Melba,” said Stacy wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  Moments before, Melba had been pounding his cock into her pussy but at his request, he’d finished in her mouth.

     “Strawberries and raspberries are my secret and Maine blueberries but only when they’re fresh and in season, none of that frozen crap.  They give it that fruity flavor.  And they must be organic.  The semen you just swallowed is pesticide free,” said Melba.  “I see your friends are waiting for you.”

    “Yes, well it was nice fucking you,” said Stacy kissing Melba good-bye.

    “My pleasure, did you swallow all my jism or is there just a little bit you can give back,” asked Melba?

    “Enough for a taste,” said Stacy slipping into Melba’s arms for a prolonged and deep bout of tongue kissing.

     “Have you noticed anything unusual about the semen we’re being asked to swallow,” asked Stacy after she left Melba.

    “Yes, it’s the booster drugs they hand out like they were candy,” said Monk matter of factly.  “

    “What booster drugs,” asked Stacy?

    “I forgot the medical name.  But Charlize gave us a couple of capsules to make sure your tank is full to overflowing when you’re in the club,” said Monk reaching down to cradle his fully loaded testicles.  “At this very moment my balls feel tight enough to burst and I’ve already blown the biggest loads of my life tonight.  Here, feel them.”

    “That explains it then.  Melba produced almost three mouthfuls of semen.  A girl could get fat swallowing spunk in this place,” said Stacy fondling Monk’s overripe gonads.

    “We’ll go on a diet tomorrow,” said Portia.  “But for tonight, I’m going to swallow every hot mouthful that comes my way.”

    “Mouthful, comes, isn’t that clever wordplay,” said Monk.

    “It wasn’t intended to be,” said Portia.

    “According to what I’ve read, semen is not fattening plus it is an excellent source of dietary protein,” said Les.

    “There is something called too much of a good thing,” said Stacy.  “I feel full and that’s only happened one time before and that was after I sucked off thirty Puerto Ricans.”

    “Charlize’s drug not only gives you volume it also replenishes your tank quicker,” said Monk.  “As soon as your pecker leaves a docking station, you can feel your nuts starting to fill again.  Charlize told us to drink at least three liters of water or we could become seriously dehydrated.”

    “And the other drug he gave us keeps you hard so you can cum over and over again.  I’ve popped my cork six times so far.  I may go blind or have a stroke.  If anyone wants another half pint of Monk’s special elixir I can produce on demand.”

    “I thought something was strange about you guys tonight,” said Portia.  “It must include an aphrodisiac but you two are in serious danger of fucking yourself to death.”

    “I don’t know of a better way to die,” said Les.

    “It’s not fair.  There are no drugs to chemically enhance our performance,” said Stacy in a playful pouting voice.

    “Girls don’t need them, especially you two cunts,” said Monk.

    “Calling us cunts will not get your asshole licked,” said Portia.

    “Sorry, I just meant that you and Stacy have incredible feminine libidos every woman on the planet should envy.  You’re both beautiful, super sexed uber femmes who unnatural chemicals might harm in the long run.  And that would be an incredible loss to the planet’s sex life.  Sure Les and I are having great cock action tonight but we might wake up tomorrow with our nuts crystallized and our stool runny.”

    “That was a nice job of sucking up.  You’re forgiven provided you lick my asshole first,” said Portia.

    “With pleasure,” said Monk patting Portia’s rear.  “Butt man Monk is always ready to orally service your backdoor.”

    “What’s the Arena all about,” said Les as they approached the door with the illuminated sign reading simply ‘Arena’?

    “Do not know but apparently everyone gathers there at the end of the evening to fuck and watch athletic competitions,” said Portia.  “They have coffee and after dinner drinks and something called a Venetian dessert buffet that is supposed to be incredible.”

    “These gender confused folks sure know how to party,” said Monk as they stepped through the door into the well lighted room.

    “Wow, this is really something,” said Portia observing the crowd.  There were upwards of fifty nude people eating, chatting, and in some cases fucking.  A buffet of coffee, liqueurs, and elaborate desserts was set up on the far wall.  A sports ring, currently occupied by two grappling muscular young males was the room’s focal point.

    The only clothed person in the room, a tall blonde transsexual in garish make-up, was also in the ring refereeing the competition.  Attired in black athletic shoes, fishnet hose, a ridiculously short black knit skirt, and a black and white striped jersey that vaguely resembled that of an NFL line judge, the ring referee was busily breaking the repeated clinches of two kick boxers.

    When Stacy reached ringside, she noticed the referee’s uncut cockhead hung down below the skirt’s hem.  Equally bizarre was the neckline of the modified that plunged below obviously augmented breasts proudly displayed in a bright red demi bra.  Heavily rouged nipples and large areola lent an otherworldly look to the official.

    “Did you ever see such a plethora of erections,” asked Portia noting that every cock in the room appeared full erect?  “It’s amazing to see how far big pharma has brought society.”

    “Or big tits with incredibly long nipples, some are a couple of inches long,” said Les.

    “If the Romans had access to the products of the major pharmaceuticals their empire would still be intact,” said Stacy.  

    “Some of America’s most impressive efforts at reconstructive surgery are also on display.  Be proud,” said Portia.

    “You could poke your eye out if you’re not careful,” said Monk.

    “Let’s try some of the desserts,” said Stacy.  “Chocolate and kinky sex are symbiotic.”

    “What’s the Arena all about, Simone,” asked Stacy when she found herself standing behind her in the buffet line?

    “This is where we step out of the dark maze into the lights and fuck in public, at least most of us do,” said Simone pouring herself and Stacy a cup of coffee.  “Watching what’s happening in the ring can be a real turn on.”

    “How do you compete,” asked Stacy eyeing the sweat-covered bodies of the two well endowed males grappling nearby.

    “Simple really, you go over to that desk and tell Bruce you are available and for what type of competition.

    “What do you recommend,” asked Portia?

    “I would suggest you and Portia partner up and offer to wrestle any challengers as a tag team,” said Simone.  “Monk and Les can do the same.”

     “I’m willing if you are,” said Portia.  “I won more than my share of girl fights in school.”

     Moments later, they had conferred with Bruce, a distinguished looking older gentleman who upon asking their age, height, weight, and ring experience had paired them against two post-ops.  Monk and Les also agreed to participate against two pre-ops.

   “I don’t know whether I’d prefer to win or lose.  The loser gets fucked in the ring while everyone watches,” said Monk after they had signed up.

   “Simone said post ops and girls have the option to use a strapon penis,” said Portia.  “The lucky two of you are going to get fucked by the real enchilada.”

   “Who said we’re going to lose,” said Les.

   The foursome along with Simone and Alex found an unoccupied table ringside and settled in to watch the two incredibly handsome young men going at each other with ferocious energy.

    “Looks like a grudge match,” said Portia.

    “It is,” said Simone. “Wayne and Roger are both in love with Corrine.  And now that she has gotten her pussy, they want to marry her.”

    “Where’s Corrine,” asked Stacy?

    “Over by the buffet, sucking Eduardo’s cock,” said Simone referring to an attractive brunette kneeling before a darkly handsome Latin male giving her all to the task at hand.

    “She doesn’t seem particularly interested in what’s happening in the ring,” said Portia.

    “She’s not.  I was talking to her earlier.  Now that she’s had her sex change operation, she intends to fuck around a few years before she settles down,” said Simone.  “Corrine says what’s the point of paying over a hundred thousand dollars for a pussy and not enjoying it.”

    “I see her point,” said Portia.

    “What are the rules of the ring,” asked Monk?

    “Three types of competition are allowed: boxing, kick boxing, and wrestling.  Mostly it’s just wrestling.  Rarely does anyone box and the kick boxing you are watching is mostly likely the only one you’ll see tonight,” said Alex.

    “They’re trying to kick each other in the balls,” said Les watching the ring.

    “Yes, this is more serious than usual.  I bet a hundred on Wayne,” said Alex.  “He and Roger have a very interesting side bet going.”

    “What is it,” asked Portia watching the two trying to land a knock out blow?

    “After the loser gets fucked by the winner, the loser gets placed in that swing over on the far wall,” said Alex pointing toward a contraption suspended from the ceiling.

    “What happens then?” asked Monk?

    “The winner packs his butthole with vegetable shortening and he gets fist fucked until the club closes,” said Alex.  “Ever been fisted?”

    “I have.  It’s awesome,” said Portia recalling her charity weekend.  “You can feel their fist slowly moving up into your intestines.  They fisted my pussy also.  I still think about it when I get myself off.”

    “Portia is our point person on sexual perversions,” said Monk.

    “I think it would be an awesome experience to stick your fist and then your forearm inside another person’s ass,” said Stacy.

    “You’ll get your chance and from the look of things, damn soon,” said Simone looking to the ring where Wayne had managed to slam the top of his foot into Roger’s testicles.   Caught off guard, Roger wrapped both hands around the injured family jewels opening up the rest of this body to Wayne’s attack.  The sound of flesh impacting on flesh filled the room as Wayne delivered a powerful one two combination to the jaw that caused Roger’s eyes to roll back into his head as he collapsed to the floor.

    “Looks like its over,” said Simone.

    When Stacy looked across the room she saw Corrine was mounted on Eduardo’s cock facing him slowly raising and lowering herself not looking toward the stage.  His hands were cupping her buttocks supporting her weight.  Love is strange thought Stacy.

     Wayne’s next move demonstrated a lack of sportsmanship.  After the referee raised his arm indicating victory, he pushed the referee aside and took a position over his prostrate opponent.

    “Yeah,” said Wayne with a wicked smile on his face.  He raised his leg and stomped Roger’s balls into the mat.  Roger screamed in agony flopping around on the ring floor like a landed game fish.  When he quit moving, Wayne delivered a second heel smash to Roger’s already flattened gonads.  Roger screams changed into a high-pitched shriek before he mercifully passed out.

     Stacy noted the extreme violence encouraged the crowd to stroke their cocks more vigorously.

     “Mass masturbation,” said Portia working her clit.

     “Normally that would be frowned upon but under the circumstances, it is understandable.  Those two have been pissed at each other for months.  Hopefully, this will settle things once and for all,” said Alex his hand slowly moving up and down his well-lotioned member.

     “I’m beginning to have second thoughts about getting in the ring,” said Monk eating a Napoleon with one hand while he jerked his cock with another.

     “It’s expected your first visit to the club.  It would be bad form to refuse.  Besides, it won’t be that bad,” said Simone reaching down to stroke Monk’s cock.  “No one will flatten your nuts.  Wayne and Roger’s match is special.”

     They watched as two muscular transsexuals lifted an odd looking fixture into the ring.  Constructed of shiny metal tubing and a complicated V-shaped padded seat, it resembled a piece of uncomfortable modern furniture. Portia immediately noticed the two hydraulic cylinders along each side of the device.

   The crowd watched intently as the muscle boys lifted a comatose Roger over the V-shaped seat positioning his butt at the top of the V.  A cock ring attached to an elastic strap secured his penis to the bottom of the rack.  Strapping immobilized his legs and arms.

    “Does that thing have a name?” asked Portia?

    “It’s called the Rack of Shame.  Sir Charles designed and patented it.  One way or another, you’ll get to try it before the night is over,” said Simone.

     “He’s bent double, like a hairpin,” said Monk noting that once the attendants had firmly strapped Roger in place, his butthole was pointed toward the ceiling and the crown of his head toward the floor.

    “What do the hydraulic cylinder’s do,” asked Portia?

    “It works like an elliptical trainer at a gym.  The hydraulics creates an effortless down stroke that permits you to bury your cock in an orifice as deep as it will go with minimal effort. Then the reverse tales you up and out, effortlessly.  Since your own effort is minimized and you can just enjoy your cock, it’s an awesome fuck.  Sir Charles is a genius,” said Simone.

    “Alex and I occasionally slip down here and use it.  It’s deep penetration without getting all hot and sweaty,” said Francis.

     “They’re waking him up,” said Simone watching the referee hold a bottle of poppers to Roger’s nose.  He jerked awake then looked around in despair, knowing full well what his worst enemy was about to do to him.

     “It’s time for Roger to pay the penalty for losing,” announced the referee taking a grip on Roger’s balls and using them to swivel the Rack through a complete rotation.  Roger pleaded with the referee to let go of his testicles but that only encouraged him to squeeze the recently smashed gonads harder causing Roger to wail in pain as he spun round.

    “His nuts are big as a softball and the color of a Concord grape,” said Portia.

    “They are going to be sore tomorrow,” said Stacy.

    “The Rack turns slowly as you fuck so everyone gets to see,” said Francis.

    “It’s fantastic for fucking someone in the ass,” said Simone.  “You really get to pound away.”

    “Or the pussy,” asked Portia?

    “Yes, although this is mainly an ass fucking crowd,” said Simone.

    “Is that what we’ll be in if we lose,” asked Monk?

    “Yes, we have twin racks so you’ll both get fucked at the same time.  It’s surprisingly comfortable and lightweight.  Sir Charles specified titanium tubing and had it built in a local fabrication plant.  It’s proven very popular and now all the clubs have them even the one in Paris and you know how NIH the French are,” said Alex.  

    “NIH,” asked Les.

    “Not invented here,” said Alex.

    “How does it work,” asked Les?

    “Simple really, the loser’s wrists are bound to the front tube at floor level and his ankles to the opposite back tube.  They take up the slack so the looser is stretched very tight making his butthole tight too.  The asshole points toward the ceiling.   An adjustable set of steps allows the winner to stand at the appropriate height to fuck almost down into the loser’s butthole.  The hydraulic cylinders provide a smooth motion that raises and lowers the fucker and the fuckee simultaneously.  Watch and you’ll see,” said Alex.

   “Watch the monitors to get the top view,” said Les pointing to a large display screen driven by a ceiling camera.  

    The audience watched as Wayne stepped up on the Rack of Shame placing his feet in the pedals.  Roger protested loudly when Wayne used his fingers to brutally pull his anus open.  Once more smiling for the crowd and with a triumphant look on his face, Wayne allowed a large amount of spit to slowly leave his mouth and fall into Roger’s butthole.   The referee graciously added his spit to Wayne’s.

   “That’s one more way the winner can humiliate the loser,” said Simone.  “I lost the last time I competed.  There was spit dripping out of my butthole on the ride home.”

   “Now I see the genius of Sir Charles design,” said Portia noting that Wayne was positioned over Roger’s back facing toward his feet.

     As Wayne began to fuck Roger’s ass, he reached down to take hold of his swollen balls grasping one testicle in each hand.  Roger screamed as Wayne tightened his grip while starting to thrust into Roger’s asshole.

    Wayne shouted, “Ride them cowboy” as he leaned back stretching Roger’s sack a good six inches.  Roger screamed repeatedly, begging him to stop.  Stacy noted that Corrine’s face was buried in Eduardo’s butt crack as she pointedly ignored the entire proceedings.

    “He’s holding on by his nuts,” said Monk having serious second thoughts about his participation

    “No wonder the loser is screaming,” said Les.

    “This is getting me so hot,” said Portia stroking her sex.

    “Me too,” said Stacy busily rubbing her clit.

    It didn’t take long for Wayne to fill Roger’s hole to overflowing.

    “The jism production here is awesome,” said Portia watching the two attendants remove a limp Roger from the Rack and carry him to the sling.  Roger was too far-gone to protest as they secured him in a position that maximized access to his sphincter.  Wayne followed along carrying a pail of hydrogenated shortening acquired from the club’s kitchen.

    “We’re up,” said Stacy listening to Bruce announce that two new members, Stacy and Portia would be engaging in a one fall tag team competition with Leslie and Sarabella.

    “I’ll go first,” said Stacy.

    Moments before Carrie had introduced the pairs then mumbled half dozen rules no one paid any attention.

    “Maybe we should have considered that two operations ago, Leslie and Sarabella were guys not girls,” said Portia.

    “They’re our size, roughly,” said Stacy.

    “Oh well, losing just means getting fucked by a strapon and we do that all the time,” said Portia.

   “Banish negative thoughts.  We are not going to lose,” said Stacy as the bell rang.

   As Stacy moved to the center of the ring, Leslie displaying cat like speed grabbed her arm by the wrist and twisted it forcing her off balance.   Using the outstretched arm for leverage Leslie delivered a solid kick to Stacy’s midsection causing her diaphragm to empty her lungs in an instant.  Stacy’s free hand automatically grasped her abdomen as Leslie’s other foot smacked down on the back of her neck.

   A hand embedded itself in Stacy’s blonde curls creating a third pain center in her scalp as the out of breath and stunned female was swung back first into the corner where Sarabella waited with clinched fists.  Sarabella’s hard fists jarred Stacy’s left kidney then her right before she grabbed hold of Stacy’s wrists.

    Stacy had the feeling her shoulder sockets were being dislocated as Sarabella pulled her arms straight back placing her knee on the ring post for leverage.  Facing the center of the ring, Stacy, dazed, watched as a smiling Leslie clamped both hands firmly around the base of her left breast.

    “This is called a titty twist because it twists your titty,” said Leslie winding her body in one direction then pivoting in the other taking Stacy’s boob through an incredible rotation.  The motion recalled the days when a quick turn of the propeller started aircraft engines.

     Stacy screamed in agony as she felt what it was like to almost have your breast almost twisted off your body.  The tissue at the base of her breast acted like a wrung out dishrag.  In spite of the pain, she heard the audience applaud and shout encouragement to Leslie.

     “Twist the fucking tit off,” shouted someone.

     “Now for the other tit,” said Leslie taking a two handed grip on Stacy’s boob.

     “God no,” cried Stacy to no avail.    

    Stacy could only watch as Leslie repeated her windup before coming almost full circle her hands slipping off the breast only when the circular movement forced it.

     Stacy’s scream filled the room as Leslie took a firm double handed grip on the other breast

    “I bet that hurt, beautiful,” said a smiling Leslie.  “We’ll do them again but in the other direction.”

    “She’s a good screamer,” said Sarabella as Leslie repeated her round house rotation of Stacy’s left breast but this time counterclockwise.

     The crowd was apparently getting into the action.  Stacy heard the audience chanting, “Twisted titty.”

     The pain was so great Stacy lost all feeling in both breasts after Leslie finished both breasts.  She struggled to free herself from Sarabella’s hold but the knee against the ring post held her tight and she was helpless to stop Leslie from kneeing her repeatedly in the groin.

    “Let’s work on these some more,” said Leslie taking Stacy’s nipple in her thumb and forefinger smashing it flat and pulling it out to the point that Stacy thought it was going to rip off.  Stacy watched in terror as Leslie other hand came around and overhead to slap her hand free.  That proved to be a crowd pleaser evoking loud applause and calls for its repetition.

    Stacy could only whimper in pain after she screamed.  The injured nipple was at least a half inch normal than usual and beet red.

    “You’re having all the fun, Leslie.  I want her,” said Sarabella after Leslie had repeated her technique for making Stacy wish her breasts were nipple less.

    Stacy watched the referee prevent Portia from coming to her aid.  Stacy wondered why he was ignoring the fact she was being held by Sarabella while Leslie demonstrated her in depth knowledge of breast torture.

    “She’s all yours,” said Leslie landing a solid punch to Stacy’s abdomen followed by a knee that flattened her clit leaving her helplessly doubled over in agony.

    Stacy’s attempt to escape was halted by the simple expedient of grabbing her by the hair and jerking her back into the enemy’s corner.

    “Hold the ring ropes,” said Sarabella to her partner.  Leslie tugged the top rope down and the bottom up while Sarabella positioned her breasts between them.  Stacy looked down in horror when she realized her boobs were tightly caught between them.

    Sarabella dropped her hold on Stacy’s hair to run quickly to the other side of the ring and ricochet off the ropes before flying back to land against the ropes holding Stacy’s breasts.

    Stacy’s body slingshot half way across the ring but not before the two ropes had snapped together across the front of her breasts like two giant rubber bands.  As the crowd screamed their approval, Stacy did her own interpretation of a trout attempting to escape the hook.  Screaming and rolling in agony, she clutched her burning tits.

    With the crowd’s encouragement, Sarabella once again hauled Stacy to her feet using her hair.  Taking a running start, she ran her head first into the ring post almost knocking her out. Stacy sat down on the floor completely stunned her hands cradling her still screaming knockers.

    It was at this point, Leslie and Sarabella made the mistake of allowing Stacy a slight respite.  Instead of continuing their attack, they choose to raise their arms and play to the audience.  Both strutted around the ring bowing to the crowd.

   When Sarabella returned to the seated Stacy she attempted to raise her by hooking two fingers in her nostrils.  Stacy delivered a powerful and unexpected blow to her midsection.  Stacy rolled away avoiding Leslie grasp to stagger to Portia’s corner where they touched hands.

    “Why are you coming out?  You were doing so well,” said Portia stepping into the ring.

    “I didn’t want to hog all the fun,” said Stacy examining her bright red breasts.

    Stacy watched as Leslie and Portia circled each other, trading blows.  Portia, a veteran of dozens of vicious catfights required by the core curriculum of Trenton’s secondary education was holding her own when she made the mistake of turning her back on Sarabella.  The post op snuck into the ring and slammed her forearm into the back of Portia’s neck.

   Once again, the referee ignored the presence of both Portia’s opponents in the ring.  Stacy watched as the two landed half dozen blows on a stunned Portia before dragging her to their corner for further mayhem.

    As Stacy argued with the referee, Leslie and Sarabella hung Portia upside down over the ropes.  With the top rope in her knee pits, her ankles wedged under the middle rope and the bottom across her throat, Portia was completely at their mercy.

    To the audience’s loud approval, Leslie began to spank Portia’s bottom as Sarabella concentrated on her clit.  Leslie’s spanking was no series of light taps either but a full arm swing with a wide palm that made a sound easily heard over the crowd noise.  Portia punctuated the sound of each blow with a loud scream.  Not to be outdone, Sarabella dug her fingernails into the base of Portia’s clit crushing the sensitive nerve ganglia.  Her fist had forced its way into Portia’s vagina.

    Enough decided Stacy watching them torture a helpless Portia.  

    “Back to your corner,” said the referee stepping in front of Stacy.

    “Fuck you,” said Stacy attempting to step past his outstretched arm.

    “You haven’t been tagged so you have to stay in your corner,” said the referee pointing a finger at Stacy.  “I’ll have to disqualify you.”

    Stacy hesitated for a second then quickly reached under the referee’s skirt to grab his cock as she brought him across her shoulders and lifted him off the floor.  Several quick spins brought her to the ropes where she sailed the referee out of the ring onto a table in the third row.

    With no referee to stop her, she rushed to Leslie who turned around just in time to see Stacy’s forearm impact her jaw.  As Leslie slumped to the floor, Stacy reached over the ropes to Sarabella’s hair and pull her into the ring.   Stacy’s forearm proved a formidable weapon when she used it to knock Sarabella to the matt.

   Stacy released an enraged Portia who grabbed Sarabella’s ankles and drug her to the ring post.  Portia pulled Sarabella to where she had one leg on each side of the post.  Portia rolled under the ropes and out of the ring.  She placed a foot against the post for leverage then took hold of Sarabella’s ankles.  Portia pulled hard, slamming Sarabella’s pussy against the ring post.  Sarabella’s loud screams convinced her to continue the activity each time making the solid post shake as the post ops fabricated sexual organ hammered against the post.

    Stacy had managed to intertwine Leslie’s arms in the ring ropes rendering her helpless.  She performed her own version of nipple torture bringing Leslie’s buds to a painful red in short order.  Stacy delivered a powerful kick to Leslie’s sex that proved the pre-op could scream like a girl.  Releasing her from the ropes, Stacy body slammed a helpless Leslie to the ground who lay there unmoving.

   “You lose by disqualification,” said the referee who had managed to re-enter the ring.

   “You better rethink that decision,” said Stacy looking menacingly in his direction.

   The referee took one look at Stacy’s face and changed his mind.

   “Portia and Stacy are the winners,” said the referee in a loud voice as he raised their arms in victory.

   Almost immediately, two Racks of Shame were lifted into the ring.  The attendants hand Stacy and Portia two extra large oddly shaped strapon dildos.

    “Looks sort of real,” said Portia as she fitted her end of the dildo into her vagina then began to buckle the harness around her waist and thighs.

    “They are the especially treated penises of a real Brahma bull,” said the attendant as he lifted Leslie over the padded seat.

    “They look huge,” said Stacy tightening the straps to secure it to her body, making sure her G-spot was in contact with the eight inches embedded in her pussy.

    “A Brahma bull weighs over three thousand pounds,” said the referee.  We normally don’t use these but Sir Charles called down to authorize them.

    “How long is it,” asked Portia trying to estimate the length?

    “We’ve standardized on fourteen inches,” said the referee.  “It’s also much thicker than what anyone is used to.”

     “You’re sure these will fit,” asked Stacy as she stepped up onto the rack to find herself looking straight down at Leslie’s wrinkled anus.

    “You’ll make them fit,” said the referee with a mischievous look in his eye.

    Portia and Stacy watched as the attendants used poppers to bring the losers to a state of alertness.

    Stacy leaned over and spit on Leslie sphincter then worked it open with her fingers.  Portia was mounted on Sarabella positioning the cockhead at her backdoor.

    “Get just the head in,” said Stacy working the tip past the opening. Leslie was adding to the eroticism of the moment by pleading with Stacy to take it slowly.

    “Got it,” said Portia observing how Sarabella’s anus was stretched to a translucent state.  “Amazing how far you can stretch an anal ring.”

    “On three we go together,” said Stacy who counted before thrusting downward to sink all fourteen inches in Leslie’s bowels.  Portia successfully coordinated her thrust causing Leslie and Sarabella to scream in unison and beg for removal of the enormous object from deep in their large intestine.

    “Sir Charles is a genius.  This Rack is terrific,” said Stacy establishing a steady rhythm as the hydraulic cylinder brought her smoothly around for another downward thrust.  Not wanting to be a complete barbarian, Stacy rubbed Leslie’s clit as she repeatedly plunged the enormous animal member into her bowels.

    “I’d love to be fucked in one sometime,” said Portia.

    Portia and Stacy swapped midway through the ten minutes allocated for the victory fuck.

   After shaking hands with Leslie and Sarabella and accepting a future invitation for lunch, Stacy and Portia returned to their table.  On the way, Stacy grabbed two ice buckets.

   “Man, I thought they had you two,” said Monk.

   “Yeah, they were really opening a can of whip ass but you turned it around,” said Les.

   “Cost me a thousand,” said Alex.

   “You should know better than to bet against Sir Charles,” said Simone.

   “Sir Charles was watching,” asked Stacy as she lowered first one boob then the other into an ice bucket?

    “Yes, from upstairs, on closed circuit.  He called to bet me a thousand you and Portia would win.  That was while Stacy was imitating a mackerel flopping around on the mat hugging her knockers.  I told him he was nuts but I took the bet.  Leslie and Sarabella haven’t lost in a long time,” said Alex.

    “He knew Stacy was far from finished.  How are the tits?” said Simone.

    “Aching like hell but I’ll live.  This should keep the swelling down,” said Stacy pressing her boobs further down into the icy water.

    “Well, we’re up,” said Les listening to Bruce announce them.

***

   

    “I consider it erotic.  Do you consider it erotic?” asked Portia moving her arm back and forth inside Roger’s intestines.  It was a half hour since Monk and Les entered the ring.  Their opponents had soundly beaten them but with a minimum of pain.  At the moment, they were both in the Rack of Shame being energetically fucked by the winners.

   “Yes, definitely, let’s see if we can get both our hands in at the same time,” said Stacy picking up the can of shortening.

    “Roger won’t mind, will you Roger,” asked Portia pulling her shortening covered arm out of Roger’s asshole.

    “I don’t give a fuck.  I’ve lost Corrine to that bastard Wayne,” said Roger sobbing.

    “Don’t worry.  You’ll find another post op to love,” said Stacy shoving another stick of shortening in Roger’s anus.

    “Corrine was special.  Now she’s Wayne’s,” said Roger breaking down completely.

    “Hey, you’re a handsome guy.  I’m sure there’s thousands of transsexuals out there who’d love to have someone like you,” said Stacy slipping her hand past Roger’s well stretched anal ring.

    “If I were a shemale or a post op, I’d definitely be interested in you,” said Portia adding her hand to Stacy.  Stacy closed her slightly larger hand over Portia’s then kissed her.

    “It’s definitely romantic,” said Stacy slowly pushing forward as Roger groaned in response.  “Just think we are holding hands inside someone’s butt.”

    “Roger, can you feel us,” asked Portia.

    “You’re both in me,” asked Roger?

    “Yes, we’ve both got an arm inside your butt,” said Stacy.

    “Awesome,” said Roger.

    “How far should we go,” asked Portia?

    “To my elbow,” said Stacy moving her arm slowly forward.

    “I’m starting to cramp,” said Roger.

    “Take deep breaths and try to relax,” said Stacy.

    “Try to relax is inherently contradictory,” said Portia.

    “Just relax, Roger,” said Stacy.

    “I’ll try,” said Roger.

    “We’re in,” said Stacy noting that her elbow was now poised at Roger’s anus.

    “What next,” asked Portia?

    “Let’s begin a slow circular motion,” said Stacy.

    “That feels weird, very weird,” said Roger.

    “How much longer you girls going to be,” asked one of the shemales waiting in line.

    “I think we’re done,” said Portia as they slowly pulled their arms out of Roger’s asshole.

     “Wow, you may have to wear a diaper for a week,” said Portia eying Roger’s wide-open hole that wasn’t near closing.

    “Shit, that happened the last time,” said Roger.  

   

   

 

   

   

Chapter 53 Tango Assassination

    “Whiskey,” said Stacy when the waiter asked for her order.  It was Saturday night and she was seated at a table in Buenos Aires’s most upscale tango bar.

       Even by the relaxed standards of Argentina’s most cosmopolitan city she was dressed to attract attention.  The Saturday before, Portia and she had taken a commuter flight to LaGuardia then spent hours searching through Manhattan’s designer boutiques before they selected her skirt and top.  The low rider tango skirt barely covered her pubic mound and appeared perilously suspended on her well-tanned hipbones.  When she danced, the slit came within a fraction of an inch of exposing her sex. The silk top bared her midriff along with her shoulders and back.  That combined with the cool night air announced she was not wearing a brassiere or for that matter any underwear.

    Stacy’s hair was swept up and back in the style preferred by tango aficionados.  Two diamond crusted pins secured it to the top.  Matching rings and bracelets signaled a wealthy American girl seeking adventure in the birthplace of the tango.

    “You look like a fucking movie star. Damn, I’ve got to quit using the F-word.  I said it in front of Sir Charles yesterday and he promised the next time he heard me curse he was going to put me on the cross and whip my tits until they bled,” said Portia when Stacy was finished dressing.  They were in one of the private bungalows of a five star hotel.

    “And to think I starred in Stacy Does Cambridge wearing only a garter belt and hose,” said Stacy checking her make-up.  Stacy, Portia, and Simone had spent the afternoon in the hotel’s spa getting prepared for tonight.

    “I wish I looked that good as a girl,” said Alex who had been watching Stacy dress.  “Can I borrow your outfit sometime?”

    “Of course, you can, Alexandra.  But it will cost you a fuck,” said Stacy smiling.  Everyone was working a bit too hard to keep the mood relaxed.  There was serious and dangerous business at hand.

    “Mind the F-word,” said Portia once more checking the clip in her semi-automatic.

    Stacy arrived at the club in an armored Mercedes Benz limousine chauffeured by Reynolds and Simone.  In a typical South American city of extreme disparities of wealth, Stacy was playing the role of a wealthy tourist mad enough for the tango to fly five thousand miles to the tip of the continent.  Other members of her team drove to the tango bar in a bulletproof Range Rover.  Portia and Alex had arrived unfashionably early and were seated at a table toward the back of the club when Stacy made her appearance.

    While Stacy waited for her drink, she watched couples dance.  The music was slow and sensuous.  Listen to the music and let it fill your soul had been her instructor’s advice.  During the weeks of preparation she’d spent countless hours learning the Milonguero Style of the tango.  Club Josephine had hired one of the dance’s most knowledgeable couples to instruct her.  Stacy was already an excellent dancer and knew the American or salon tango but Tango Argentina was different.

    “You only have six weeks and she must be better than good,” said Sir Charles to Osvaldo and Lucia when they were discussing her training in his office.

    “Girls in Argentina learn tango in their cribs.  We can only do so much in six weeks,” said Osvaldo dispiritedly.

   “I know salon tango,” offered Stacy.

   “Tango Argentina is very different.  It takes years to develop the perfect sense of rhythm required of a Milonguera dancer,” said Osvaldo dismissively.

    “Sir Charles, if Stacy is as good a dancer as you say, she should be able to master all the basics in that time,” said Lucia giving her husband a look to shut him up.  The money he had offered was badly needed and she did not want Sir Charles to look elsewhere for Stacy’s instruction.

   Osvaldo and Lucia had been incredibly demanding instructors leaving Stacy exhausted after each lesson.  But she learn the subtle differences of the Milonguero Style and how to dance as a Milonguera, a girl who frequented the tango bars dancing with any man who asked her and just as easily sleeping with him.

   She practiced in their small studio located just across the harbor from Boston in Chelsea, an urban ghetto of Latin American immigrants.  On weekends they took her to a local tango club where she danced with dozens of different men.  Old, young, fat, thin, she was told to refuse no one.  As a Milonguera, she was not allowed to object when her partners put their hands in places they shouldn’t.  Stacy danced for hours with strange men who pawed her body on the dark dance floor.

    “The feeling of air rushing across your pussy as you dance is essential,” said Lucia who had forbidden her underwear.

   On her second visit to the club, Lucia asked one of the male dancers to take Stacy in the back of the club and teach her to screw Milonguera style.  After they danced, he walked her into the dark hallway and shoved her up against the wall.  It was late and the narrow passage was filled with other couples making love.  The sweet smell of sex filled the humid air.

    He whispered instructions on how she was to stand and act during what he called tango sex.  Her partner was handsome and virile and she orgasmed the moment she felt him enter her.

    “Stand on one leg.  Wrap the other around the back of my neck,” said the man.

    “Like this,” asked Stacy raising her leg to vertical then resting the calf across the back of his neck.  Her skirt slipped down her leg exposing her sex.  He placed his hand on her buttock supporting her.

    “Yes, now take my cock out,” said the man his fingers parting her sex.  She moaned as he pushed his long slender fingers into her, finding her opening and invading.  His thumb her clit causing her to gasp in pain.  He wasn’t gentle about it.

    Stacy unzipped his slacks and reached in for his cock.  She wrapped her hand around the base of his manhood, her fingers gently caressing his balls.  Immediately she felt the flesh begin to harden.  They kissed as their hands brought each other’s passion to a boil.

    “Now, put me inside you, puta,” said the man moving his other hand to her buttocks, lifting her slightly.  The tips of his fingers reached into the crack of her ass.

    Stacy managed to position the cockhead in her opening.  She stood on her toes as she used the leg behind his neck to lift her.  The man had given her all the help he intended.  It was up to the Milonguera to fuck the man.  Stacy’s lithe and powerful body proved equal to the task.

    “Oh fucking yes,” exhaled Stacy as he entered her body.  She intensified the sensation contracting her core, focusing on the cylinder of alien flesh reaching into her womb.  They stood motionless engaged in a long moment of passionate kissing.

    “Now, slow-slow-quick-quick-slow,” said the man instructing Stacy to follow the rhythm of the tango as she fucked him.

      Other couples were so close Stacy was touching the bare shoulder of the woman beside her.  He finished in her when the music ended then walked away without a word.

     “Let me feel you,” said Lucia when she returned to their table.  Stacy didn’t object when Lucia’s hand reached under her skirt to grope her sex.  Her long slender fingers easily slide inside Stacy.

    “Good, your pussy is hot as a Milonguera should be.  The tango should build a fire in your cunt that only the presence of a dancer’s cock can put out.”

    From that night on, when Stacy visited the club, she followed the late evening practice of allowing her partners to take her into the back and finish the dance with their cock in her.

   Stacy’s thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the target.  She had never met Arturo Ontiveroes-Aredondo, the head of the largest Mexican drug cartel.  She had carefully studied the thick dossier detailing the life and crimes of the most brutal and savage of the Border States drug lords.   The fact he was a fanatical devotee of the tango and frequently flew to Buenos Aires had brought her there.

   “Shit,” whispered Stacy to herself as she saw the beautiful dark haired girl on Arturo’s arm. Who the hell is she wondered Stacy aware that on the two previous nights, Arturo had arrived accompanied only by his omnipresent trio of security guards.  Still, he will ask me to dance decided Stacy because I’m a better dancer than her, whoever she is.

    Stacy was following Sir Charles advice to maintain a positive attitude.   Stacy also recalled from his file that Arturo, who grew up desperately poor in a Chihuahua slum, had a preference for tall American blondes who came from money.

    “It’s a typical male ego thing,” was how Portia characterized it.  “Fucking rich Americans proves he’s just as good as the people he envied growing up.”

   Arturo and the girl took a seat at the table beside Stacy’s.  Stacy’s waiter immediately rushed over to get his order.  The guards were seated behind him at a separate table.  Stacy knew the three were not cartel thugs but ex British SAS under contract from one of the global security companies dedicated to keeping in Sir Charles words, the scum of the earth alive.

   After the recent arrivals were seated and served, Stacy decided it was time.  She signaled for her waiter.

    “I would like to dance with Senor Norberto,” said Stacy.

    “I am sorry, Senora, but Senor Norberto is an artist, a performer, he does not dance with tourists,” said the waiter.

    “I am willing to pay,” said Stacy placing five one hundred dollar bills on the table. “And the Senor will not be disappointed.  I have studied the Milonguero Style with Osvaldo and Lucia Mendez.”

    “I will ask the Master,” said the waiter taking the money.

***

   

    “Senorita,” said Norberto extending his hand to the beautiful American girl.  Norberto Nievez normally danced only with professional tango dancers.  However, five hundred American dollars was compensation enough to justify an exception.  He was acknowledged as one of tango’s most innovative and skilled practitioners.

    Showtime said Stacy to herself as she placed her hand in his.  In one graceful motion, she stood up and twirled onto the dance floor as the music started.  Stacy was aware that the floor had emptied.  Everyone had stopped to watch wondering if the American could dance well enough to merit having Norberto as her partner.

    Five minutes later, they had their answer as the dance ended to loud applause.

    “Would you do me the honor once more,” asked Norberto.  In asking her to dance again, he was informing the audience he approved of her dancing.  When Stacy assented to his request, he turned around and told the orchestra what to play.

    Six minutes later, it was over.  Norberto had kissed her hand and left.  

    “Senorita, please,” asked Arturo standing at her table when she returned.

    Stacy took Arturo’s hand and stepped onto the dance floor with the most feared man in all of Mexico.

    “Arturo Ontiveroes-Aredondo,” said Arturo introducing himself in the few seconds before the music started.

    “Stacia Goddard,” said Stacy.

    “You dance extremely well for an American,” said Arturo.

    “And what part of the world, are you from Senor Aredondo?”

    “Nuevo Laredo, Mexico, I am a poor peasant with a deep love of the tango,” said Arturo.

    “Was it not the great Mexican dictator, Porfiro Diaz, who said Poor Mexico, so far from God and so close to the United States,” asked Stacy?

    “I can see you are a student of Mexican history,” said Arturo.

    “And what other first impressions of me are you willing to share?”

    “Beautiful, rich, bored, and one who loves the tango and can dance like no one I have seen in a while,” said Arturo.

    The music began ending further conversation.  After two dances, Arturo invited Stacy to sit at his table and she accepted.  He introduced her to Isabella.

     “Would you like to dance,” asked Stacy extending an invitation to Isabella?  Dancing with your own sex was common in the tango bars.  Stacy knew the tango originated in the brothels of Buenos Aires as a dance men danced with other men, while waiting for a prostitute to become available.

   Stacy had a vivid memory of the time that Lucia decided the two of them should dance together.

   “Go somewhere, Osvaldo.  I am going to dance with Stacia alone,” said Lucia.

   “Putanas,” muttered Osvaldo as he left for the café next door where he and his friends mulled over the lack of morals among the women of his adopted country.

    “Don’t mind Osvaldo.  Take off your clothes, except for your shoes,” said Lucia after Osvaldo departed.

    Stacy slipped out of her brief costume.   She had been practicing for over two hours.  She was covered in perspiration.  For the last hour, Lucia had been her instructor.  Stacy had noticed a sexual tension building between the two of them.   Lucia had spent considerable time demonstrating exactly how she was to straddle her partner’s outstretched leg and slide her body downward before stepping to the side.

    “It’s an incredible feeling,” Stacy had informed Portia.  It’s like her cunt lips are wrapped around your leg.  You can almost feel them holding onto both sides of your knee.”

    “That’s physically impossible but an incredibly erotic thought.  Show me,” said Portia.  After several demonstrations, the two of them had tumbled into bed for a passionate exchange of oral sex.

    “My sister taught me how to dance pussy to pussy when I was first learning tango,” said Lucia pulling Stacy into a position where their bare sexes were touching.  Stacy’s large breasts were resting against Lucia’s almost flat chest.  “Now, we synchronize our breaths so we dance as one.”

    The lesson had ended with the two of them slipping to the floor to pleasure each other orally.        

     

***

   

    “Hand me my laptop, please,” said Sir Charles to Portia the day before they were to depart for Buenos Aires.  She and Stacy were in bed with Sir Charles.  It was a post coital moment and they were snuggled up relaxing on each side to the English lord.  Sundays, Sir Charles found time to have sex with his two interns who were fascinated with his prodigious organ and eager to experience its plumbing of their depths.

     They had asked Simone how it came to be so huge and what caused the scaring; but Simone had replied she didn’t know and had never had the nerve to ask

    “If he wanted me to know he would have told me,” said Simone indicating she didn’t want to discuss it further.  “I once heard when he finished Oxford he went off to Africa to fight as a mercenary.  He was captured and tortured by the rebels.  They burned his cock with hot coals.  But it might be just a rumor.”  

    “It is not only the longest and thickest; it is the most stimulating because of the uneven surface.  Some of the scars are from surgery and others do appear to be burns,” said Portia when she and Stacy were alone late one Sunday afternoon after spending the morning with Sir Charles determining which sexual position maximized penetration.

    “The raised scar tissue gives it a unique feeling when it is inside your vagina.  It’s similar to one of those French ticklers that Monk and Les used,” said Stacy recalling their recent tryst with their two fellow students.

    “Look what we got from this dude who just got back from Amsterdam,” said Monk displaying a handful of brightly colored condoms whose head was covered with a profusion of rubbery nodules in different shapes.

    “French ticklers,” said Portia.

    “You know about these,” asked Les sounding a little disappointed he wasn’t showing Portia something new?

    “Yes, but I’ve never had one of those wrapped around a Prince Albert.  What do you think, Stacy?”

    “They look very interesting,” said Stacy pulling her top off.  “Let’s give them a try.”

    Moments later, Stacy and Portia were lying on the bed with Monk and Les between their legs poised for entry.

    “Definitely different,” moaned Stacy as the French Ticker stimulated the lining of her vagina.

    She and Portia had spent the next several hours trying different ticklers until an exhausted Monk and Les announced they were fucked dry and needed to call for pizza delivery.

    “True and even more amazing to me are the quantity and flavor of Sir Charles’ semen.  A well-hydrated man in his prime produces maybe a couple of tablespoons. One time back in Trenton I blew this skinny guy who all the girls were talking about; they nicknamed him Big Gulp.  I’d say he was maybe a fourth of a cup,” said Portia.

    “I believe the flavor is related to his consumption of strawberries.  He told me they’re his favorite fruit.   But they’re not the kind you buy in a grocery store.  Lady Elspeth grows them in a hothouse on their country estate,” said Stacy.

    “Volume wise, I’d estimate Sir Charles is at least half a cup maybe more.  Sometimes it’s so much it leaks out the corners of my mouth,” said Portia.

    “And it all comes in a single shot, not a series of squirts.  Sir Charles has a truly unique ejaculation,” said Stacy.

    “You looked so cute this afternoon with your cheeks all puffed out like a squirrel gathering nuts.  I’d love to have a picture of you especially with jism seeping out,” said Portia.

   After their vaginal and anal cavities were energetically penetrated, it was Portia’s turn to orally accept Sir Charles’ load while Stacy applied herself to insuring his testicles were thoroughly drained.  As soon as Portia’s mouth was full, the two girls put on a show for Sir Charles swapping his semen between mouths before gulping it down in unison as he counted 1-2-3.

    Sex over, Sir Charles introduced his topic as he powered up his computer.  “This will be your first assignment where Club Josephine carries out an assassination.  As evil and deserving of death as your target, killing someone is and should be difficult for two well brought up young ladies.  Therefore, I had Reynolds and Simone prepare this multi-media presentation.  What you are about to see should give you all the necessary incentive not to hesitate at the proper moment.”

   The two girls watched the wall sized screen as a picture of a young couple appeared.  They were holding a baby.  A voice over announced, “Margaret Kiley was born December 15, 1970 to Thomas and Vera Anderson.  She was their second of three children.”

     The next picture was of a young girl riding a pony.  The narrator continued, “She had a normal childhood growing up in Lubbock, Texas where he father was the local sheriff.”

    The picture changed to show what appeared to be a yearbook picture of the same girl.  “Margaret graduated from Lubbock’s Andrew Pierce High School with a three point five average.  Her classmates voted her most friendly. She was President of the Spanish Club her senior year.”

   The image changed to show Margaret at her wedding.  “Margaret married Lawrence Townly, her high school sweetheart upon graduating from the University of Texas at Austin with a degree in criminal justice.  Larry Townly completed his law degree at Tulane University and was admitted to the Texas bar that same year.”

    The next image showed Margaret at a graduation ceremony.  “Margaret applied and was accepted by the Federal Bureau of Investigation.  She completed her training at Quantico, Virginia graduating at the top of her class and was assigned to the Houston office.”

   A video came next of Margaret holding one baby while two boys both pre-school ages played under a Christmas tree.  “Margaret gave birth in successive years to Kyle, Ernest, and Stewart.  To raise her family she took a leave of absence from the bureau.  Lawrence Townly joined one of the Houston’s largest law firms specializing in oil leases.”

    Next was a video clip showed the three boys and their mother playing together in a backyard swimming pool.  “Margaret’s was a typical prosperous suburban family.  They had a comfortable home in where the family enjoyed camping, youth soccer and as you can see their swimming pool.”

    “For a woman who had three boys, she still had her figure.  And she wasn’t afraid to show it,’ said Stacy commenting on the very brief bikini the mother of three was wearing.

    “I hope I look that good after childbirth,” said Portia.

    The image changed to a still picture of a badly wrecked automobile.  “Tragedy struck when Larry Townly was killed in a head on collision with a drunk driver.”

    The next image showed Margaret in front of an office building.  “Now a single mother and having to support her family, Margaret applied for and was accepted for a position with the Drug Enforcement Agency.  Through hard work and competent policing, she rapidly advanced through the DEA hierarchy”

    Another video clip began with Margaret standing behind a podium decorated with the DEA insignia.  For the first time, Margaret herself spoke, “As the newly appointed agent in charge of the Laredo Office, I promise to do everything in my power to apprehend the members of the drug cartel terrorizing honest citizens on both sides of the border.”

    There followed several excerpts from the Laredo Courier detailing major drug busts in the area.  Numerous arrests and large amounts of cocaine and heroin were seized.  One headline read, “DEA shuts down drug smuggling operation based in Nuevo Laredo.”

    The following screen contained the headline, “DEA Head Abducted.”   It was a television news video of an SUV by the side of the road, surrounded by worried looking police officers. The newscaster added, “Local police discovered the DEA Regional Director’s vehicle abandoned near her home.  Witnesses reported seeing her SUV forced off the road by a group of heavily armed men.  It is feared Director Townly was kidnapped by the cartel gang she had been pursing with great success over the last two years.”

    Stacy recognized Simone’s voice when she announced the next video.

     “The following was received some weeks later by the DEA’s Houston office.  It was also posted on several Mexican-based WEB sites associated with narco trafficking.  Unfortunately, it has been downloaded thousands of times.”

    Portia and Stacy watched as a man in a ski mask speaking in Spanish announced the punishment of the American Margaret Townly for her persecution of the Nuevo Laredo Cartel.  He promised anyone who sought to disrupt cartel operations would suffer a similar fate.

      Portia and Stacy watched as the scene shifted to the outside of a run down house in what appeared to be a neighborhood in a poor section of Nuevo Laredo   There was a line of Latino males standing at the front door.  Masked men with assault rifles were guarding the line making sure no one left.

     The camera panned down the street to reveal that the line stretched for blocks.  The camera traveled into the house to a bedroom.  There, her wrists handcuffed to the metal frame of a bed lay a naked Margaret Townly.  The voice belonging to the ski mask spoke to the first man in line, “Go ahead, Ramon, fuck the American wore.”

   Margaret screamed and kicked as the heavily pockmarked man approached the bed.

    “I’m a Federal officer and you are about to commit a serious crime that will put you in prison for the rest of your life,” said Margaret as he unbuckled his jeans and slid them to his knees.

    He stood by the bed stroking his uncircumcised manhood for a few seconds.  One hand reached out to touch Margaret’s breast.  She screamed for him to stop.

    “Get on with it, Ramon,” shouted the Ski mask in Spanish.

    Ramon grabbed the ankles of her wildly kicking legs as he climbed on the bed.  He placed his knees on Margaret’s thighs pinning her down as he fisted his cock.  The law officer screamed as the man used his fingers to part her labia.  He spit in his hand then smeared it over his penis.

    “Please, don’t do this.  I have three children,” sobbed Margaret in excellent Spanish.

    Ramon concentrated on getting into position ignoring her entreaty.  As Margaret broke down and begged him to stop, the man leaned forward using one hand to guide his cock into her vagina.  A wail of defeat and humiliation escaped Margaret as the man began the rhythm of sexual intercourse.  The camera circled the room capturing the rape from all directions including the men watching and laughing in the doorway.

    In a few moments, the man’s finished to loud shouts of approval by the onlookers.  The man calmly wiped his cock on Margaret’s thigh as he climbed off her.  He was immediately replaced.  On screen, the Arabic number two appeared in the bottom corner.  Seconds later, a third man was on top of Margaret and the number three appeared.  For the next several minutes, the scene changed every three or four seconds as the number slowly approached one hundred fifty.  Margaret was no longer crying or fighting back. She lay there sobbing until at the one hundred fifty first rape; they switched from her vagina to her anus.

    A fat man held her ankles bending them to where they almost touched her shoulders. The shoved a dirty pillow under her hips to elevate her.

    She begged the man not to hurt her.  Her rapist dug his fingers into her vagina coating them with semen he smeared over his cock and her sphincter.

    To shouts of encouragement by onlookers he brutally penetrated her rectum.  Margaret screamed in pain as he plunged his cock past her anus.  A close up confirmed that the man’s cock was buried deep in her asshole.  Once more the pace of the video quickened and the anal rape count rapidly increased. The room grew darker as the sun left the sky.  Someone brought in several kerosene lamps to light the bizarre scene.  Finally at three hundred the rapes stopped. Margaret appeared listless and unconscious.   The camera took close ups of her vagina and anus showing they were now open and slowly oozing semen.

   The man in the ski mask reappeared.  Apparently some time had gone by.  They were in a different place.  A naked Margaret was bound face up over a wine barrel.  The obvious tension in her arms and legs demonstrated how tightly she was stretched.

    “This is what happens to Americans who arrest members of the Nuevo Laredo cartel,” said the Ski Mask.  He placed a cattle prod on Margaret’s breast and pressed the button.  Margaret screamed and twisted against her bonds.  Ski mask applied the cattle prod to the other breast with the same result.  He placed the prod in her vagina and shocked her several times.

   The next scene opened with a still naked Margaret standing in the middle of a different room, suspended from a ceiling beam by her wrists.  Someone had shaved her head making her hard to recognize.  Her toes barely touched the floor.  The camera watched as two men in ski masks arrived each carrying a large bullwhip.  Margaret seeing the two began to scream and beg.  The men uncoiled the whips and began to snap them in the air.

   “Those are the brothers.  Arturo is the larger one in the khaki slacks. Esteban, the younger brother, is wearing jeans,” said Sir Charles.

    “What monsters,” said Portia.  “Killing is too easy.  We should line up three hundred guys to butt fuck them.”

    “Portia, I warned you about using the F-word,” said Sir Charles.

    “Sorry, Sir Charles, I just got carried away,” said Portia.

    “Let this be your last warning.  If I hear it again, those cute little mammaries of yours will be bright red,” said Sir Charles reaching to cup Portia’s breast.

    On screen the brothers were calling out the body part they targeted. Each time the metal tip bullwhip landed, it left a bleeding gash.   A bloody Margaret Townly was on her way to screaming herself hoarse.  

   “That’s enough,” said Sir Charles stopping the video.  “Simone has a copy you can view at your leisure if you chose. But I find it revolting.  It ends in bestiality, dismemberment and her death.  They sent her severed breasts to her home in Houston.  Your thoughts, girls?”

    “I wish both brothers were tango aficionados,” said Stacy.  “I will not hesitate when the moment arrives.”

    “Neither will I,” said Portia.

***

     

    “I want you now,” said Arturo grabbing Stacy by the wrist and pulling her off the crowded dance floor.  His grip was so tight; she could feel his rings digging into her flesh pressing against the bone.  The pain brought Stacy’s emotions to an erotic peak as she followed him into the dark hallway.

    “You dance like a Milonguera.  Can you fuck like one?” asked Arturo leaning back against the wall pulling her against his erection.

    Stacy answered by swinging her right leg up and over Arturo’s shoulder leaving her standing on her left leg.  Her calf was hooked behind Arturo’s neck helping to support her.  His hand slipped under her top crushing her breasts flattening her nipples.

   “Harder, hurt me,” hissed Stacy reacting to the pain by pressing her bare sex against the hard lump in his trousers.

    “Whore, show me you know what to do,” said Arturo before pressing his lips to Stacy’s.  They kissed with the savagery of beasts drunk on the taste of their intermingled blood.  A desperate Stacy clawed at his trouser zipper before locating the tab and pulling it down.  Her hand grasped the base of Arturo’s fully erect cock.

    Arturo had never met anyone with the beauty, passion and intensity of Stacy.  He moaned in pleasure as she used her leg to lift herself up and then down capturing his cock inside her.

    “I’m going to come,” breathed Stacy trembling from head to toe as she orgasmed.

    Arturo marveled as she writhed in his arms. In the dim light he see her eyes roll back in her head. Specs of saliva landed on his face as she mouthed curse words.

   Recovering, Stacy began to move in rhythm with the music coming from the bandstand.  Following the basic steps of the tango, she slowly engulfed Arturo’s cock inhaling deeply pulling her navel to her backbone contracting the muscles drawing him into her.  Just as slowly, she rose using her foot to lift her as she pushed against the penetration seeking to crush it inside her body.  Then it was a quick absorption followed by an equally quick expulsion then a slow languid slight movement of her hips.

    “You’re incredible,” said Arturo convinced he had found something rare that he must somehow hold and keep.   He reached down and grabbed Stacy’s buttocks pulling her against him with all his strength.

    “That’s right, make it hurt, fuck me as hard as you can,” said Stacy repeating the slow-slow-quick-quick-slow rhythm of the tango.

    Stacy focused as never before on giving a man pleasure from her body.  It took only a few more moments before Arturo’s seed flowed into her.  Covered in sweat and breathing hard, they both stood motionless for a moment.  Stacy placed her left hand on the back of Arturo’s neck.  She turned her emerald and diamond ring around pressing the large emerald against his spine. The emerald had been hollowed out with a laser.  Sir Charles had commissioned a watchmaker in Zurich to build a mechanism inside.  At the touch of the tiny trigger, a spring propelled a lancet through a minute hole in the center of the stone.  A nerve agent was forced through the hollowed out lancet.  The agent did not kill but it did paralyze.

   Kissing passionately, Stacy opened the tiny trigger guard.  It was an act she had rehearsed countless times.  As she smashed her lips against his she released the lancet.  Arturo felt a sharp twinge in his neck then instantly realized he was incapable of even the slightest movement.

    Stacy felt the powerful agent seize Arturo’s central nervous system bringing it to a state of complete paralysis.  His tongue became still and unyielding in her mouth.  His eyes stared ahead able to see but not move. His hard cock was still inside her.

   Stacy reached up and removed one of the pins holding her hair in place.  She shook her head allowing her blonde curls to cascade onto her shoulders.  She discarded the clear plastic sheath covering the razor sharp edge.   Acting with a calmness that would later amaze her she reached down and took a firm grasp on Arturo’s testicles. She pulled the orbs of nerve ganglia down twisting them to narrow the connective flesh.  The doctor who had discussed the properties of the agent with her had categorically stated that while it induced paralysis it did nothing to lessen pain.

  Stacy crushed his testicles in her hand as she whispered, “First, I am going to cut off your balls.  This is for Margaret Townly, the DEA agent you had raped, tortured and killed.”

   A quick flick of the knife and Stacy allowed the carrion to drop to the floor.  Arturo remained immobile but she could see the pain in his eyes.

   “Now for your dick,” said Stacy gripping his still hard cock in her vagina as she forced the edge through the soft flesh.  Stacy immediately felt the flow of warm blood running down her legs.  “After what you did to her, I didn’t want you to die a man.”

    Stacy placed the tip of the knife under his sternum and pushed it through at an upward angle so it sliced into the heart.  Stacy waited a few seconds to make sure his heart had stopped. As she was removing her leg from the back of Arturo’s neck, a hand spun her around to face a terrified Isabella.

    “What have you done to Arturo,” screamed Isabella able to make out in the dim light the glittering knife handle protruding from his chest?

   Stacy’s fist landed on the point of Isabella’s chin sending her to the ground unconscious.  Stacy could hear commotion out on the dance floor.  She walked quickly back toward the dance floor.  When she had almost reached it, Arturo’s bodyguards arrived moving quickly.

   “Arturo, Isabella stabbed him.  Help him.  I couldn’t stop the bleeding,” said Stacy making her best effort to look on the verge of hysteria.  The guards hurried past her into the dark hallway.  Portia and Alex were all of a sudden at her side with weapons drawn.  Portia pressed a Sig Sauer semi-automatic into Stacy’s hand as they hurriedly left the club in the Range Rover parked at the curb.

    Francis floored the accelerator and the powerful SUV sped off.  Seconds later, the three ex SAS having decided an unconscious Isabella had not killed anyone emerged on the run.  They hurriedly signaled for the driver to bring their car.  It was enough of an embarrassment their client had been assassinated.  It would be even greater professional humiliations if the assassins got away.  Anxious to regain at least a shred of their professional reputation, they flung themselves into the car hoping to kill or capture Stacy.

  As their vehicle began to accelerate, Reynolds took careful aim through the optics of the Stinger missile.  Simone was standing nearby with another Stinger in the unlikely event Reynolds missed.  The missile impacted on the side of the vehicle causing a large explosion flipping the car on its side.  No one emerged alive from the roaring fire that followed.

    Rear guard task completed.  Reynolds and Simone re-entered their armored limousine and proceeded to the airport.

    “Portia, I need some ice, please,” said Stacy cracking opening the lavatory door of the Gulfstream IV that had just lifted off the runway of a small private airport on the outskirts of Buenos Aires.

    “Are you hurt,” asked Portia concern in her voice?

    “No, but I have something that needs to be kept cold.  Bring me a bucket of ice.”

    The rest of the team was busy opening bottles of champagne to celebrate the success of their mission.  At the moment they were not paying attention to what was occurring at the rear of the plane

    “What is it,” asked Portia arriving at the door with a plastic ice bucket.

    “His cock,” said Stacy extracting the cock from her vagina then burying the column of bloody flesh in the bucket.

    “You cut it off and brought it,” said a surprised Portia.  “That’s one hell of a fucking souvenir.”

    “Mind the F-word,” said Stacy putting the top on the ice bucket.

    “Where was it?  I didn’t see you carrying it when we left the club,” said Portia opening the lid for another look at the severed body part.

    “It was where it was when I cut it off,” said Stacy removing her top.

    “Your cunt,” asked Portia in disbelief?

    “Yes, I wanted my hands free in case we had to shoot our way out,” said Stacy.

    “What are you going to do with it?”

    “I have plans.  Now let’s put that somewhere safe and join the others,” said Stacy unzipping her blood stained skirt.

       

***

   

    There were two interesting aftermaths to the assassination of Arturo. Arturo’s brother, Esteban received a small package from an untraceable address in the United States.  It contained his brother’s severed penis on a bed of dry ice and a note explaining that unless he ceased cartel operations, his own cock would wind up in the same condition.

   Esteban shuddered at the sight of the shriveled hunk of flesh.  The autopsy report of the Buenos Aires morgue stated Arturo had been alive and conscious when a sharp instrument severed his privates.  The coroner also noted the presence of nerve toxins that completely paralyzed Arturo.  His report paid considerable tribute to the ingenuity and skill of the assassin.

    Esteban, the younger and less astute of the brothers keenly felt the loss of the older and stronger Arturo.  Arturo had escaped countless assassination attempts.  Esteban had grown to consider Arturo almost immortal.  The fact a mere female from the United States had cut off his manhood while he was still alive then slaughtered him depressed and frightened Esteban.  He began to drink heavily.  His lieutenants became concerned the cartel was not being properly led.

    The most capable and ambitious of his underlings, Ramon Eschivera, eager to establish his own reputation, attacked Esteban’s hacienda one night.  After raping the females while the males were forced to watch, Ramon slaughtered the entire family then deposited their naked and bullet ridden bodies in the main square of Nuevo Laredo.  War broke out between factions of the cartel.

   The other less happy aftermath was the arrest of Isabella by the Buenos Aires police. Arriving on the scene to find three Europeans, two from the UK and one from Northern Ireland, burnt to a crisp and even more embarrassing, a castrated and slain international criminal wanted by Interpol and the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation, the police promptly arrested the one member of Arturo’s party who survived.

   Argentine Federal Police quickly took over the investigation.  The unfortunate Isabella spent nearly a month in the custody of the Special Branch.  Its officers quickly determined the hapless girl had nothing to do with the assassination but they so enjoyed interrogating the beautiful female they chose to be extra diligent in their investigation.

    Isabella did not reveal anything even when her reproductive parts along with other sensitive areas were subjected to the branch’s preferred method of extracting information.   Isabella learned first hand voltage applied to her clitoris, nipples, and vagina produced pain levels that compelled her to confess to murdering not only Arturo but his three bodyguards.

    The fact Isabella did not know what a Stinger missile was or could even identify a picture of one caused her interrogators to conclude her torture was not producing the desired results.   However, watching her writhe in agony and promise to perform any kind of sex encouraged them to continue her questioning.

    Having failed to learn anything useful from electrical torture, the enterprising officers switched to a regimen of caning followed by submersion in freezing water.  Each session of torture was followed by a gang rape first by the officers but later when she had become a little the worse for wear, her fellow prisoners.

    A positive aspect of Isabella’s incarceration was when she was finally released, she returned to her parents’ home in Patagonia, promised them she would be a dutiful daughter, marry the man they had chosen and never again run away to the big city.

   Her only long-term effects were her tendency to scream and hide at the sight of law enforcement and her inability to nurse her children due to the damage her milk glands sustained from prolonged exposure to high voltage.

Chapter 54 Live Nude Girls

   

    “You hiring any dancers,” asked Stacy speaking to the heavyset man too engrossed in his racing form to look up?

    She was standing at the entrance to the Oasis leaning against the door jam one hip stuck provocatively outward.  The door guard was dressed identically to the surveillance photos Portia had shown her: well-worn jeans, a black tee shirt with Security stenciled in white and black boots with a chain across the instep.  With his shaved head and stache beard he looked more menacing than he was.

   He was seated at a small table his attention focused on a racing forum.  He had just circled the name of a horse named Manny’s Mercury in the fifth race at Aqueduct.

    Stacy was standing just inside the converted storefront that served as the entrance to the Oasis.  The city of New York classified the Oasis as an adult entertainment establishment.  Live Nude Girls was spelled out in three feet high neon letters across the storefront along with Open 24 Hours and Private Peep Booths.  A smaller sign announced XXX Films and a Video Arcade.

      “That’s what it says,” said the man not looking up as he pointed to the small hand lettered sign in the bottom corner of the window reading Dancers Wanted.  If he had he would have seen a striking tall redhead dressed in a white tank top that clearly showed her pierced nipples, tight ultra short black spandex skirt and four-inch strappy scandals.  Stacy’s exposed navel was adorned with a cubic zirconium piercing and surrounded by a tattoo.  A barbwire tattoo circled one bicep and a coiled snake the other.  A small wild flower was visible at the top of her right breast and there were tiny hearts on her ankle.  Invisible at the moment was the lighting bolt covering much of her pubic region.  None of the tattoos were permanent.

    “So who do I talk to,” asked Stacy shifting the wad of gum from one side of her mouth to the other?

    “Barb, Barbara Somers, she hires the dancers,” said the man finally looking up.  What he saw brought him to standing.  “Yeah, we’re hiring.  And the Oasis is a good place to work.  I make sure nobody gets out of line with the dancers.  I’m Tice,” he said extending his hand.

    “I’m Serena.  Tice, cool name,” said Stacy shaking his sweaty hand.  “You in charge of security?”  Portia’s intelligence had included the fact Tice and the Oasis’s other security guards were willing to do favors for the dancers provided the dancers paid with sex.  “They’ll run over to Starbucks and get you a latte but expect to swallow some of their cream with your coffee,” was how Portia phrased it.

    “Yeah, during the day,” said Tice.

    “Is she here,” asked Stacy?

    “Sure, step inside.  I’ll personally set up an interview,” said Tice.

    The alarm sounded when Stacy passed through the metal detector frame.

    “Shit, fucking nipple bars,” said Stacy.

    “Extend your arms.  Make like a cross,” said Tice picking up a metal detecting wand.  “City made us put that in after some wacko shot up a place on the island.  Killed three people then offed himself.”

     “The Johns think they’re hot but they can drive you nuts.  This TSA dyke at LAX made me strip for a cavity search before she’d let me on the plane,” said Stacy.  “Cunt couldn’t wait to get her hand inside my box.  She practically got off looking for a bomb in my pussy.”

     “You just arrive in the city,” asked Tice?

     “Yesterday.”

     “So why did you leave LA,” asked Tice stopping the wand at Stacy’s crotch when the wand’s pitch changed indicating the presence of metal.

     “I had my reasons.  I got a set of rings down there too,” said Stacy smiling.  “Want to see?”

    “Maybe later, let me call Mrs. Somers,” said Tice picking up the phone.

***

   

    Stacy was seated on a worn leather couch in Barbara Somers outer office.  There were a couple of tattered adult entertainment trade magazines on a nearby table but Stacy wasn’t in the mood to read.  Tice had escorted her through a door marked Employees Only after asking the longhaired boy at the cash register to watch the door.

      “Take a seat.  Mrs. Somers will be with you in a minute,” said Tice.

       He delayed a minute to take a good look at Stacy’s legs as she sunk down into the couch.  He wasn’t discreet about it not that she expected him to be.

    “Thanks, Tice,” said Stacy smiling and ignoring the fact her short skirt had ridden up to her crotch as she crossed her legs.

    Eleven days thought Stacy as she looked around the shabby waiting room.  Mike Cabreeze and his wife. Connie, along with their two children had flown out of Boston that morning.  Seven days at an exclusive resort in Aruba followed by four in Orlando at Disney World gave Stacy and the team from Club Josephine exactly eleven days to complete their mission, the assassination of the head of the Grimaldi family.

    Stacy’s mind wondered to the issue of her relationship with Lt. Mike Cabreeze.  She found it difficult to reconcile Mike the family man with Mike the brutal and corrupt policeman and with Mike the up and coming drug kingpin. When Stacy had mentioned this to Portia, she said, “Don’t leave out Mike the incredible lover that rings your bell big time.”  That was the one that bothered Stacy the most.  Sex with Mike still turned her on even after all she experienced since he framed her for shoplifting.

    Yesterday afternoon he’d sent her a text message summoning her to the apartment.  She’d assumed correctly he wanted sex with her before he left.  On the drive over her hand strayed to her crotch as she anticipated their lovemaking.  By the time she pulled into the parking lot, her jeans were undone and her fingers were working her clit.  It only took a few more moments for Stacy to reach her tipping point and climax.  God why am I such a slut where he’s concerned wondered Stacy as she stuffed a couple of tissues in her panty to absorb her fluids.  Why is it when I masturbate, he’s the one I fantasize about?

    She’d arrived a few minutes early.  Mike was sitting on the couch talking on his cell to Connie.  He gave Stacy the shush sign as she entered the room.  Then he stood up and unzipped his trousers.

    Stacy sat her purse and keys on a table then walked to Mike and kissed him.

    “I said I’ll be home by six,” said Mike interrupting the kiss. He placed his free hand on Stacy’s shoulder applying enough downward pressure to signal she was to get on her knees.

    “Can’t the vet pick them up?  We’re paying forty-six a day for each pet.  For that kind of money, you’d think they’d send a limo,” said Mike.

    Stacy kneeled before Mike and extracted his cock from the custom tailored Italian silk and wool blend trousers.  She held the warm soft flesh to her nostrils and slowly inhaled.  Its scent affected first her brain then her sex.  She inhaled so deeply she drew the soft flesh into her nose satisfying her need to fill her lungs with his aroma.

   “You’re the only whore I’ve ever know who gets off smelling a guy’s dick,” said Mike covering the phone.

   Stacy took a long second inhale then looked up at Mike and spoke, “Pheromones, your sexual pheromones affect my olfactory membranes and my pussy gets hot.”

    Pheromones, my ass, you’re a slut, now suck my dick,” said Mike contemptuously.

    It’s my own personal form of cocaine thought Stacy as his essence ignited a fire in her chest that instantly spread to her sex.  She tilted her head back a brief moment to exult in the experience before leaning forward to lick the very tip of Mike’s cock causing it to move slightly reacting to her touch.

    “No, I can’t come home early.  Have the kid next door take them.  Give him a twenty,” said Mike.

    Stacy curled her lips around the underside of mushroom head then windshield wiped her tongue over the tip.  She flicked the boneless limb back and forth teasing his piss hole using her lips to squeeze it open for its pointed tip.

     Although Mike’s cock was familiar territory her mouth had traveled hundreds of times, she never tired of the journey.  She knew his urethra was super sensitive and she took her time probing and sucking the spongy head bringing his manhood to a full erection.  Stacy filled her mouth with saliva using it to bathe him in warmth.  She rubbed her crotch with one hand and in spite of the layers of material she overwhelmed the tissues in her panty.

     You make me so wet,” breathed Stacy feeling the moisture seep through her jeans.  Mike’s cock in her mouth invariably resulted in her Bartholin glands going into overdrive.  Sucking his cock while he argued with his wife was proving to be an incredibly erotic experience for her.   She wondered if Connie wasn’t smart enough to realize what was happening.  

    “All right a fifty and why don’t you blow him while you’re at it if he’s so fucking cute.”

    “Yeah, you have my permission. Suck him off then fuck him. Better watch it though.  Wes’s a minor until he’s eighteen.”

    “Get undressed,” whispered Mike to Stacy covering the phone with his hand.

    Stacy stepped back and began to slowly shed her clothes.  Mentally, she struggled to control the sense of desperation she felt from having Mike’s cock so close but not inside her.  She wanted to rip the phone out of his hand and throw it out the window.  Then he would curse and slap her.  He might take his belt out and whip her until she begged him to stop.

    Stacy mentally repeated the question she’d asked herself a thousand times.  Why do I get off from him hurting me?  She recalled the time right after they first met when she wore something he thought looked cheap.  After he ripped her clothes off, he dragged her by the hair into the bathroom and stuck her head in the commode.  He fucked and slapped her ass as he kept flushing the commode.  She had choked and gagged as he held her head in the not very clean bowl.  Afterwards, he threw her out of the apartment naked.  She barely managed to get back to the condo without being seen.

    Only the thought of tomorrow’s mission kept her from losing control.  She was finding the idea of sex with Mike while he was talking to Connie erotic to the point of dementia.  

    “Who says I’d get you off with probation?  I catch you putting out for a minor you’re going down for the full count,” said Mike.   “I’ll make sure they put you in a cell with a pair of diesel dykes and I’ll pass the word you’re a cop’s wife.”

    “What would they do?  What the hell do you think they’d do?  You’d eat so much pussy you could skip meals.”

    Jealous of his attention to Connie, Stacy performed a provocative strip tease.  After she removed her bra, she licked and played with her nipples offering her breasts to him.

     When she was down to her panty she pulled the material back and forth across her sex then turned around to pull the panty slowly down exposing herself to him from the rear.  She wiggled her bottom as she reached back to separate her buttocks exposing her sphincter.  That elicited a response.

    “You’re nothing but a slut, a cock sucking whore.  I pity the poor bastard that marries you,” said Mike covering the phone.

    Naked, Stacy sat down on the couch opposite Mike and spread her legs as wide as she could get them.  She established eye contact with him as she licked her fingers then brought them to her sex and masturbated with one hand as she twisted and pulled on her nipple with the other.  Stacy’s fingers entered her vagina.  She spread her labia exposing and offering herself as he talked with his wife.  She raised her legs toward the ceiling allowing one finger to enter her anus.  Stacy kept her eyes focused on Mike as she masturbated.  Mike began to slowly stroke his cock.

    Stacy stifled the scream in her throat as she climaxed.  Her legs flopped up and down as she twisted and writhed on the couch.  Stacy silently mouthed the words, “Fuck me,” as her orgasm subsided.    

    Mike again covered the speaker with his hand as he sat back down on the couch.  “Crawl over here on your belly and undress me,” he whispered to Stacy.

    Stacy slid over the carpet until she reached Mike’s feet.  She licked and kissed the tops of his shoes then slipped the Gucci loafers off and removed his socks.  She applied more kisses and her tongue to his bare feet.  Stacy took Mike’s little toe in her mouth and sucked it then moved to the next toe.  After orally administering to each toe, she lifted his foot and gently bit his instep.

    “Crazy cunt,” muttered Mike smiling at her as she made love to his feet.  He placed the top of his foot against her sex and moved it back and forth causing Stacy to moan with pleasure.  He stuck his big toe in her vagina bringing her to another orgasm.  After a while Mike stood up and gestured for Stacy to unbuckle his belt.

    “I know.  It’s our first vacation together in two years.  Call the resort and arrange for someone to watch the kids during the day,” said Mike stepping out of his slacks.  Stacy took them to the hall closet and hung them with his suit jacket being careful to maintain the crease.  When she returned she pulled down his boxer shorts and carefully folded them.  Stacy unknotted his tie smoothing out the wrinkles before hanging it over a nearby chair back.  Next came the diamond cuff links.

    “Quit your fucking worrying.  Their WEB site said there are certified Dutch nannies on the island.  Mike and Calistra will be fine.  It will give us some time to be together.”

   Stacy slipped the shirt off Mike placing it over one of the kitchen chairs.  The she stepped back to Mike put her arms around him and attacked his nipples with her mouth.

    “What do you think I mean, Connie?  What the fuck you been complaining about lately?  Mike, we never make love anymore.  When was the last time you screwed me?”

    Stacy slowly slipped down Mike’s body with her tongue.  When she was once again kneeling she took his penis in her mouth and sucked it.

    “So while the Dutch nanny is watching the kids at the pool, I’ll be putting the stones to you.  I’m going to eat fuck that sweet little pussy of yours until you beg me to stop.  I’m expecting a little oral satisfaction out of you too.”

    Stacy was stroking Mike with one hand while she alternated between sucking his penis and licking his balls.  She worked her hand between his legs pressing her finger between his buttocks until it reached his sphincter.  She placed the pad of her finger against the wrinkled skin and pushed gently.  She felt his anus open as she slid her finger inside the ring of muscle.

    “There is? Yeah, I recall reading in the travel guide about the nude beach.  I’m not sure I want other guys looking at my wife when she’s naked,” said Mike widening his stance so Stacy could slide more of her finger into his rectum.

    “Yeah, I know the Tremblays went to Aruba last year.  Well, just because Kyle Tremblay is willing to let Stella show her pussy to the world that doesn’t mean Mike Cabreeze is willing to do the same.  Not that your body isn’t a hell of a lot better than Stella’s.”

    Mike sat down on the couch. Stacy stepped up onto the couch straddling Mike.  For a few seconds, she stood with her sex inches from his face.  Then as she lowered her body, she used her hand to guide his cock in to her pussy.  She threw her head back in exultation as he slid inside her.

    “No, you got that wrong.  I never said I’d like to fuck Stella Tremblay.  I merely said she looked nice.  Jesus fuck, Connie, we were leaving Mass when I said that.  Just for your information, I take our wedding vows seriously and I expect you to do the same.”

    Stacy began to gently rock back and forth savoring the feel of Mike’s cock inside her. She closed her eyes and contracted the muscles lining her vagina increasing both their pleasure as she slowly raised and lowered herself.

    Forget Mike Cabreeze and concentrate on the mission Stacy told herself when she found she was squeezing her legs together thinking about what Mike and she had done last night.  Refocus, Stacy ordered herself.

    Stacy began a mental review of the final briefing of the information Portia had compiled on the Oasis.  That morning they’d had to go over it one more time with Sir Charles and the other members of the team.

    The briefing took place in Manhattan at a building owned by Sir Charles.  The layout was similar to the one in Boston. They were in Club Josephine’s Operations Center.  A very elegant Club Napoleon was on the floor below.  Sir Charles had an apartment on the top floor.

   Portia conducted the briefing.  Her first slide showed a middle-aged couple standing side by side.  Portia clicked on her laser pointer and began.

    “The Manager’s name is Earl Timothy Somers and his wife is Barbara Jean Somers.  They’ve been married fourteen years.  According to public records they are the sole owners and managers of the Oasis.  However, the real owner is Raymond Serrentino, the capo di capo of the Grimaldi family.  The Oasis is more of a hobby to Serrentino than a key business component of his organization.  Drugs far and away generate the greater part of the Grimaldi income.”

    Portia changed slides to display two Latin American males.

    “A decade ago on a yacht in Miami, Raymond Serrentino met Ramon Cardozo and his brother, Esteban, up and coming narco traffickers with a dozen cocoa labs in the Andean Highlands. They formed a partnership.  The Grimaldi through a combination of murder and terror eliminated anyone distributing cocaine in the US and Canada not produced by the Cardozo cartel.  Stamping out the competition was performed with a ruthlessness and brutality that shocked even members of organized crime.  Not only were competing drug dealers murdered in incredibly brutal ways but also families and girl friends were executed while the dealer watched.  In return, cocaine produced by the Cardozo Cartel is distributed exclusively through the Grimaldi mob.  We are talking hundreds of millions of dollars annually.  Some say each year over a billion flows into the Cartel’s secret accounts.”

    “This is the largest and most powerful drug organization on the planet,” said Sir Charles. “In the last few years, the Cardozo Cartel had branched out into heroin, methamphetamine and Ecstasy forming new partnerships in Mexico, Thailand, Israel and Afghanistan.”

    “Sir Charles, with all the billions available from drugs, why does Raymond Serrentino continue to operate a seedy dump like the Oasis,” asked Stacy?

    “Sentiment perhaps, Raymond’s exact age is something of an unknown but he is at least in his late eighties.  When he was coming up through the Grimaldi ranks, prostitution was a major source of mob income.   My thought would be he regards it as carrying on a tradition.  Also having the ready availability of prostitutes means the mob does not lack for willing sexual partners,” said Sir Charles.

     “The pussy warehouse is downstairs,” said Francis.

     “Thank you, Sir Charles.  Go ahead Portia,” said Stacy.      

     “Earl Somers has a business degree from Pepperdine University.  He was arrested nineteen years ago for embezzling.    That was his only brush with the law.  Since it was a first offence and he was able to make restitution, he got off with probation.  Barbara Somers is another story. She has a total of twenty-two arrests for solicitation of prostitution beginning at the age of fifteen, two for possession of a controlled substance and three for felony assault. However, the last arrest was twelve years ago.  Since they began working for Raymond Serrentino they have not been arrested.”

    “Small time crooks go to jail.  Join the mob and stay clean,” said Simone.

    “Earl takes care of the financial side while Barbara manages the dancers and the help,” said Portia as she changed the screen to an image of the Oasis storefront.  “Although Earl carries the title of manager, Barbara is the real boss.”

    “Women are taking over everywhere,” said Simone laughing.  “My husband does exactly what I tell him.”

    “Barbara’s the one you have to be careful of, Stacy.  She’s shrewd and suspicious,” said Portia.  “She’s bi-sexual and requires lesbian sex in order to establish her control over the dancers.  If a girl isn’t willing to accommodate Barbara’s needs, she doesn’t get hired.”

    “I can’t wait to go down on her.  My pussy’s wet from just thinking about it,” said Stacy looking at the screen.

    Portia changed the screen to a floor plan of the first floor of the building.  “Think of the Oasis as an adult department store.  The storefront retails and rents heterosexual and homosexual porn in DVD format.  There’s a rack of porn magazines and peg hooks on the wall contain a selection of dildos, vibrators, pumps, and blowup dolls.”

     “Sir Charles, when are we going to start selling Stacy’s blowup doll on our WEB site,” asked Alex causing everyone to laugh.

     “We should.  It would be a best seller,” said Simone.  “I’d buy one for my husband.”

     “Why not just let him fuck the real thing,” asked Stacy?

     “Slut,” said Alex.

     “Back to business, everyone.  Continue Portia,” said Sir Charles.

    Portia cleared her throat before using her laser pointer to draw everyone’s attention to the screen.  “In the back there is the Video Arcade.  It consists of twelve six by four booths where customers can view videos at a cost of one dollar for six minutes.  Between booths is a round hole waist high.  Customers can stick their penises through the hole for the person in the next booth to suck.  It’s called a gloryhole.  Although there are signs stating only one customer to a booth, it’s not uncommon for two and even three men to get in a booth and have sex.  As long as they keep feeding dollar bills into the machines, management doesn’t care who gets screwed.”

    “Such booths have been around since the advent of eight millimeter movies,” said Sir Charles.  “In my younger days, I was quite a fan of gloryholes.”

    “There’s a protocol to gloryholes.  If you want the cutie in the next booth to stick his penis through the hole, you invite him by sticking your finger through the hole then pulling it back,” said Alex.

    “Only a blow job artist would know that,” said Simone.

    “This is a video that Alex and Francis shot when they visited the arcade,” said Portia queuing the video player.  The screen filled with a poorly lighted shot of Alex on his knees sucking a large erect penis protruding through a round hole.

    “I was only demonstrating how gloryholes operate.  The clientele is mostly trolls but this cutie construction worker arrived and I couldn’t help myself,” said Alex.   “He had a beautiful cock.”

    The scene changed.  Francis was bent over holding on to a plastic chair.  His pants were down at his ankles.  A tall black man was busily sodomizing him.  Francis’s mouth was filled with a cock poking through the gloryhole.

    “I wanted to show the other members of the team the versatility of the arcade booth,” said Francis.

    “If you want someone to come to your booth and sodomize you, you hold a condom in your fingers and show that to the person in the next booth,” said Alex.

    “It can get quite busy in those little rooms,” said Francis intently watching the screen.  “I took five loads in less than an hour.”

    “Customers who can’t afford the services of a dancer will often go into the Arcade looking for a gloryhole blow job,” said Portia.

   The video ended and Portia returned the screen to the floor plan.

    “Those are the adjoining offices of Barbara and Earl Somers.  They share a reception area.  The dancer’s area where Stacy will be working takes up most of the floor space.  There is a dressing room, shower, and rest room for the dancers, a twenty by forty dance floor and fourteen booths in an L configuration.

    This is where the Oasis makes most of its income.  One dollar buys three minutes.  The customer watches the dancers through a Plexiglas window that automatically becomes opaque when his time is up.”

   “It’s the dancer’s job to persuade him to pay for sex.  Her earnings are totally based on how many times she goes through that Plexiglas and gets paid for a BJ or half and half,” said Simone.

   “There is an intercom between each booth and the dance floor.  If a customer wants more than the thrill of masturbating while watching naked women, he picks up the phone.  The handset on the other end lights up.  When a dancer answers, they engage in a verbal negotiation.  Half and half is one hundred but a BJ is fifty.  Most of the sex is oral.  A dancer can make four to five hundred dollars a night.  That’s clear with no deductions for taxes and insurance,” said Portia.

    “No Blue Cross either,” said Stacy as Portia changed the screen.

    “This is a layout of the second floor.  It contains the offices of Raymond Serrentino and his lieutenant, Salvatore ‘Sallie’ Addonnizio. This outer area is where Mr. Serrentino’s bodyguards hangout during the day.  There’s anywhere from three to five of them present.  Attempted mob hits over the years have left Mr. Serrentino a very wary mobster.  There are two bulletproof security doors that you have to be buzzed through.  His armored limousine is kept inside a secure area of AAA Auto Body which as we know is located in the building directly behind the Oasis,” said Portia.

     “Serrentino has not appeared in public in years.  His estate right outside Islip is heavily fortified and patrolled by guards and dogs when he is present,” said Sir Charles.

    “I plan to smuggle a disassembled Sig Sauer P229 into the Oasis over several days.  Once I have all the parts inside I’ll hide the re-assembled weapon inside Serrentino’s office.  Girls are summoned upstairs for sex on a pretty regular basis.  Once on the second floor I will retrieve the gun and carry out the assassination,” said Stacy.

    “There could be as many as seven of them,” said Sir Charles.

    “I’m depending on the element of surprise.  To them I’m not a threat.  I’ll be just another one of the whores who dance at the Oasis,” said Stacy.

    “We’re lucky Raymond Serrentino is visiting his Las Vegas hotel.  Our informant tells us he won’t return for at least a week.  That gives us time to get ready,” said Simone.

    “One more thing, Barbara and Earl Somers also operate an escort service, Cosmopolitan Escorts of Manhattan.  Like the Oasis, they are the owners of record but Raymond Serrentino is the actual owner. The more attractive dancers are required to moonlight at Cosmopolitan.  That’s not a choice by the way.  I think we can safely say that Stacy will be a Cosmo girl within a week,” said Portia.  

  The opening of the office door interrupted Stacy’s mental review of the briefing.

    “You must be Serena Thornton,” said the dumpy middle-aged woman as she opened her office door.

  “Yes, that’s me,” said Stacy quickly standing up.

Chapter 55 The Interview

 

    “Tice said you just flew in from LA,” said Barbara starting the interview once they were seated.

     “Yesterday,” said Stacy across the desk from Barbara.  The office was large and cluttered, with a view of the adjacent building’s brick wall.  The furnishings had a well-worn look.  Barbara in person looked heavier than the picture Portia had shown her.  Stacy noticed there was a half eaten box of candy on the corner of her desk.  It was the same kind Mr. Serrentino had shared with her when she sat on his lap.

     “So how was the City of Angels,” asked Barbara?

     “Shitty.”

     “Experience?”

     “I was dancing at the Spearmint Rhino in Riverside until two days ago.  The last few months I worked several of the Rhino clubs in greater LA.  Last year I spent three months at a club in Tokyo.  I danced at the O’Farrel Theater in San Francisco a few months back,” said Stacy.

    Sir Charles had arranged for the real Serena Goddard to receive a lucrative offer to work as a prostitute in London.  Her recent employment history had become Stacy’s.   Stacy bore a strong resemblance to Serena.

    “Arrests?”

    “Three.”

    “I assume Solicitation of Prostitution was the charge,” said Barbara.  “You do any time?”

    “No, Rodney bailed me out and they dropped the charges.”

    “Rodney, he your pimp?”

    “Pimp, boyfriend, husband, whatever,” said Stacy.

    “So what brought you to the Big Apple?”

    “Rodney and I had a disagreement over the division of income.”

    “And,” asked Barbara?

    “He wanted it all to buy crank.  I felt I should be allowed to keep some since I was the one who earned it.”

    “Where is Rodney now?  If I hired you I wouldn’t want him to show up here and make trouble,” said Barbara.

    “That won’t happen.”

    “You sure?”

    “Positive, he’s in the LA Country Morgue.  Somebody shot him.”

    “Are there any outstanding warrants out for you?  Don’t lie.  I’ll check,” said Barbara.

    “No warrants.  Persons unknown shot Rodney Thornton on lower Sunset two nights ago.  I identified the body.  The bullet made a small neat hole in the center of his forehead.  The hole in the back of his skull was much larger.  So large I would even call it a hole.  The police have no idea who offed Rodney and frankly don’t give a shit.”

    “So why did you skip town?”

    “Rodney had some junkie friends.  I thought it would be smart to disappear for a while,” said Stacy.

    “Where you from originally?”

    “Boston.”

    “Go to Hollywood to become a movie star?”

    “Something like that, I was tired of putting out for my father and older brothers.  I figured I could sell what they were getting free.”

    “So how many movies were you in?”

    “I did some porn when I first got there.”

    “Any titles I’d find on a shelf outside?”

    “If you do you’re breaking the law.  I wasn’t eighteen.”

    “How old are you?”

    “Twenty two,” said Stacy.

    “You still look pretty good for someone who’s been in the business since you were?”

   “Fourteen, Look, I eat right, don’t smoke, exercise, drink moderately, and take no drugs other than the occasional joint.  I may be a whore but I’m one who takes care of herself,” said Stacy.

    “Besides the Oasis, my husband and I run an outcall service.  Most of our customers are hotel guests in Manhattan.  It operates out of a fleet of limos that cruise the island.  You have any problem with that?”

    “No, what’s the split,” asked Stacy?

    “We take sixty percent.  You keep any tips,” said Barbara.  “It’s the same when you dance.”

    “When do I start?”

    “We’re not quite there yet.  You need to audition,” said Barbara tossing Stacy a packet of stapled pages.

    “What’s this,” asked Stacy?

    “My MP-3 library, I need to see you dance.  Pick a song,” said Barbara.

    “Six fifty two,” said Stacy tossing the packet back on Barbara’s desk.

    “Black Magic Woman,” said Barbara reading the packet then getting up to walk over to a nearby couch.  Barbara picked up a remote from the glass top table in front of the couch and keyed in six- five-two, then she sat down.

    Stacy stood up and took a position directly in front of Barbara.  She grabbed the bottom of her tank top to pull it over her head.

    “No, don’t undress.  Strip to the music,” said Barbara.  “Pretend I’m some depraved bastard watching you as I jerk off.  Your goal is get me to cough up fifty for a hummer,” said Barbara as she pressed the Play button.

    Stacy began as Inga, the former stripper Sir Charles hired as her trainer, taught her.  She danced slowly around the floor establishing the spatial boundaries.  “Use the entire stage,” advised Inga.  Two trips around and Stacy knew her territory.

   She picked up the pace, moving to the music.  Stacy started with the tease as Inga taught her.  She kicked her legs high but moved too quickly for Barbara to see her crotch.

    Stacy placed her hands on the side of her boobs and pushed them together.  She moved them slowly up and down as she established eye contact with Barbara.  She strutted around the room then lifted one breast out of the tank top exposing it for a brief second.

    After the chorus, Stacy removed her top exposing her breasts.  Stacy played with her recently installed bars rotating her breasts in different directions.

   Now for the skirt decided Stacy as she pulled the latex material up to her hips exposing her white thong panty.  Stacy sawed the nylon material across her crotch causing it to narrow between her labial folds.  Stacy noticed Barbara was removing her blouse.

   Portia was right about Barbara’s job interview techniques realized Stacy.  In any normal business this would be an egregious example of sexual harassment but adult entertainment isn’t a normal business. .

   As Stacy twirled around the room, she wondered how many dancers decided that the job was not worth having to kneel down between Barbara Somers fat thighs and give her head.  Few if any were Inga’s comment.

   “Expect to put out to get the job.  That means going down on the manager who’s doing the hiring.  After that, you get to screw the rest of your co-workers.  Inside of a week, you’ll look around and realize there’s no one that you haven’t had sex with.  That includes the other dancers.  There’s plenty of opportunity for girl on girl sex both on and off the stage.  And the other help, the DJ, Security and the Management will all be expecting you to spread your legs when they look your way,” said Inga while the two were taking a break from training on the brass pole.  “The question is can a nice college girl like you handle that kind of action?”

    “I can handle it,” said Stacy placing her hands on Inga’s bare thighs spreading them apart as she knelt down.  Inga reached down to open her labia as she relaxed back onto the soft leather couch inside Club Josephine.

   “Shit, you can dance better than most I’ve seen.  Let’s fuck,” said Inga.

   Barbara’s enormous bra was lying on the table by the time Stacy had striped down to her heels.  Stacy was lying on her back on the carpet.  Her legs were spread wide and she was fingering her vagina.  Stacy went into a bridge offering her open sex to Barbara who was struggling out of her stretch pants.

    As Stacy undulated on the floor, Barbara rolled down her panty then spread her legs to reveal her hair-covered sex.  As the song was ending, Barbara picked up the remote and pressed the Stop button.

    “Have I got the job,” asked Stacy?

    “Almost,” said Barbara fingering herself.  “Come here, Serena.  Pretend I’m a customer.  We do get the occasional woman these days, not often but it happens.”

    “It’s fifty for oral,” said Stacy standing directly in front of Barbara then gracefully raising her leg to place one foot on the top of the couch.  Her sandal was almost touching Barbara’s ear.  When she stretched into the position, her pussy was inches from Barbara’s face.  Dancing in the warm room caused Stacy to perspire and Barbara could see the moisture on her shaved sex.  She could even feel the warmth radiating onto her face.

    “Nice set of rings,” said Barbara her eyes fixed on Stacy’s sex.

    “Thank you, have a taste?” said Stacy as she wet her fingers in her cunt then placed them on Barbara’s lips.  Barbara opened her mouth to take in the fingers and suck them. Stacy leaned down to kiss Barbara on the lips.

    “You’re fucking hot.  I want you to eat me,” said Barbara.

    “Kiss it first,” said Stacy pushing her sex to where it almost touched Barbara’s lips.  “Lick the sweat off.”

    Barbara’s tongue traveled up and down Stacy’s slit, moisture collecting on her tongue.

    When Barbara finished, Stacy sunk to her knees.  Barbara obligingly spread her legs wider and scooted down exposing her anus as well as her clit and vagina.

    “I must not be your first interview of the day,” said Stacy inhaling the odor of a vagina that had been used.

    “You got a nose for pussy.  Little housewife from Queens wants to dance.  Hubbie hurt his back, can’t work and the bills are pilling up, the usual crap.  I almost hired her.  Maybe I will if you don’t work out.”

    “I will,” said Stacy using her fingers to part the curly hair surrounding Barbara’s sex then passing her tongue from the clit to the anus.  Stacy took her time wetting Barbara’s hairy butthole before she slipped her finger inside the sphincter.

    “That’s right, Serena, lick my shitter.  Show me how much you want the job,” said Barbara lifting her legs to signal Stacy she wanted more butt play.  Stacy inserted a second finger in Barbara’s ass and rotated it.  Barbara’s guttural moan signaled her pleasure.

    “You’re nasty.  I like it nasty,” said Stacy.

    “I don’t shave and I don’t douche,” said Barbara passing her hand over the glistening mat of black pubic hair.   “Never believed in it.  I prefer au natural.  My mother always said a pussy should smell like a dead fish not a bottle of Summer’s Eve.”    

    “A whore should always listen to her mother,” said Stacy as she freed Barbara’s clitoris from its protective folds then took it in her mouth.

    “That’s right, Serena.  Show Barbara what a good pussy eating slut you are,” said Barbara closing her eyes.

    Stacy was busily providing Barbara with oral sex when her husband blundered through the door.

    “Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were busy,” said Earl quickly taking in the fact the woman eating his wife’s pussy was a considerable step up from the skanks that normally danced at the Oasis.

    “Fuck, I’m going to put a lock on that door,” said Barbara.  “I’ve told you a thousand times to call on the intercom or at least knock before you charge in here.  Keep going, Serena.  It’s just my worthless asshole of a husband.”

    Stacy ignored the arrival of Earl maintaining her oral ministrations to Barbara’s pussy.

    “These invoices from Metro are totally fucked. I’m not paying them.  Who’s she?” said Earl not taking his eyes off Stacy’s naked bottom.

    “Well, get them corrected before you pay them.  We can’t afford to piss off Metro.  They provide about fifty percent of the product that sells.  This is Serena Thornton. She’s interviewing for a dancer’s position,” said Barbara.

    “Are you going to hire her?  We’re short a girl.  Raylene failed to show again,” said Earl reaching down to rub his cock.

    “I know.  She and her boyfriend are so fucked up on crank they’re worthless.  I told Tice not to let her back in the building,” said Barbara.

    “Good, she was a loser.  You shouldn’t have hired her in the first place.  This one’s pretty enough and I like the tits.  How is she doing?” asked Earl rubbing his crotch.

    “She’s want the job bad enough to eat my ass and yeah, she getting me there.  Want a piece or do you plan to stand there playing with your peter,” asked Barbara?

    “She won’t mind,” asked Earl?

    “I’ll ask her,” said Barbara placing her hand under Stacy’s chin to lift her face.  “Do you mind if my husband, Earl, fucks you while you eat me?”

    “No, as long as I get the job, I don’t care who fucks me,” said Stacy.

    “With that can do attitude, you’re going to have a bright future in adult entertainment,” said Barbara relaxing back onto the couch.

    Stacy pushed her bottom against Earl as he slapped his penis down in the crack of her ass.  She could feel him getting harder with each slap.

    “You take a pill,” asked Barbara observing Earl’s hardening cock.

    “Nope, don’t need one,” said Earl positioning his cock in Stacy’s slit.  She rotated her pelvis to bring her opening into the proper position for rear entry.

    “Bastard, how come you can get a hard on for her without a problem and you need pills to fuck me,” asked Barbara?

    “I haven’t fucked her before,” said Earl feeling Stacy’s hand grasp his cock and guide it into her vagina.

    “Nice and tight and warm, just the way I like it,” said Earl taking hold of Stacy’s hips to pull her onto his cock.

    “Oh yeah,” grunted Stacy showing her approval when she felt Earl’s testicles slap again her vulva.  She drew her belly button to her navel to contract the muscles of her pelvic floor.

     “Oh shit, that feels good, this whore’s got a nutcracker,” said Earl savoring the pressure surrounding his penis.

    “Asshole, maybe I should take care of you like Serena did her old man.  Put a cap right between your eyes.  Get your tongue in my dirty pussy, Serena,” said Barbara pulling her labia apart offering access to Stacy’s tongue.

    “Hey Barb, you know I love you and you’re my one and only.  But Serena here is a strange piece of ass.  Guys are always able to get a hard on for a piece they’ve never had before.  I’ve been fucking you for fourteen years.   You’re no longer strange,” said Earl.

    “When you’re ready to shoot, climb up here and blow your load in my mouth,” said Barbara.

    “What,” asked Earl?

    “Don’t what me.  I’m your wife and I’ve got first call on your spunk,” said Barbara.

    “Didn’t you get to swallow enough paste when you were hooking,” asked Earl.

    “Just do what the fuck I say,” said Barbara.

    Stacy focused her mind and body on pleasing both her partners and getting them to orgasm.  After several minutes, Earl climbed up on the couch moving quickly as he furiously stroked his cock.  Barbara leaned forward sticking out her tongue.  He hand was a blur as he worked to get himself off.

     Stacy took hold of Earl’s testicles and gently squeezed them as her thumb pressed against his sphincter.

     “Going to blow,” said Earl aiming at Barbara’s open mouth.  Just as he released, Barbara engulfed his cockhead.  Her cheeks hollowed as she drained his semen employing all the suction she could measure.  Taking Earl’s semen combined with Stacy’s oral ministrations brought Barbara to orgasm.

   As she climaxed she pushed Earl aside then using Stacy’s hair as a handle she pulled Stacy’s face to hers.  Stacy instinctively knew what Barbara intended.  She covered Barbara’s mouth with her own.  Barbara hesitated a moment looking Stacy directly in the eyes then she released a mouthful of saliva and semen onto Stacy’s tongue.

    “Don’t swallow.  Spit it into my pussy,” said Barbara letting go of Stacy’s hair then rolling back on the couch lifting her legs.  Stacy placed her mouth over Barbara’s vagina and spit the slimy fluid inside her.

    “That’s disgusting.  You two are a couple of pigs,” said Earl tucking his cock back into his trousers.

    “Go away, Earl,” said Barbara.  “Serena and I aren’t done.”

    “Get me a Dr. Brown’s Cream Soda from the fridge,” said Barbara as soon as Earl left the room.  “And get one for yourself.”

     “Have I got the job,” asked Stacy handing Barbara the cold bottle before taking a drink of mineral water?

     “Yeah, but we’re just getting started.  You got me all worked up.  Look in that cabinet behind you,” said Barbara taking a drink.  Several drops of the amber liquid fell on her round belly.    

    When Stacy opened the metal cabinet, she immediately saw the doubled pronged strapon dildo on the top shelf next to a stack of legal pads and an unopened box of ballpoint pens.

    “I assume you mean this,” said Stacy reaching for the strapon.

    “Earl’s little pecker doesn’t ring my bell anymore not that it was ever wonderful or even close to wonderful,” said Barbara.  “There’s a bottle of Wet on the shelf behind it.”

     “Serious piece of hardware,” said Stacy slipping her end of the vaginal dildo into her sex, bringing it in contact with her G-spot.

     “Salesman for Doc Johnson gave it to me a couple of months ago.  It’s not part of their standard line, too extreme,” said Barbara throwing the couch cushions on to the floor before taking a position on her knees and elbows.

     “Not for your average housewife,” said Stacy tightening the straps around her thighs and waist.

    “Twelve inches in the cunt and ten in the ass,” said Barbara reaching back to separate her buttocks.

    “These spines are sharp,” said Stacy running her hand over the surface.

    “When your pussy and ass have seen as much pecker as mine, you’ll need something extra to get off,” said Barbara.

    “How do you want it, slow and easy or fast and furious,” asked Stacy using her hand to coat both dildos with lubricant.

    “Give it every thing you got, Serena.  Make me bleed,” said Barbara as Stacy positioned the dildos in her openings then lunged forward impaling her to the max.

     “Oh shit,” moaned Barbara reacting to the sharp pains emanating from deep inside her abdomen.        

    “When do I start,” asked Stacy a half hour later as she was pulling the tank top back over her head.  The strapon on dildo rested on a hand towel.  It was streaked with Barbara’s blood.

    “How about right now,” said Barbara wiping off her pussy with a tissue?  “We’re missing a dancer.”

    “All right, but I don’t have a costume,” said Stacy.

    “Dance naked, most of them do anyway.  Go through the door down the hall and ask for Zena.  She’ll show you what to do.”

***

   

    “Skeletor is in Booth 5 and he wants to speak to the pretty red head,” said Zena handing the cordless phone to Stacy.

    “Hello Skeletor,” said Stacy.

    “Shit honey, we don’t call him that to his face.  His name is Rubin,” said Zena laughing.

    “Sorry, I meant Rubin.  What can I do for you, Rubin?” said Stacy taking a position directly in front of Booth 5.  She couldn’t see the person behind the Plexiglas.  Only a vague shadow was visible. The customer controlled the translucence of the booth’s Plexiglas window.   Once he fed bills into the machine, he could see the dancers but the dancers could not see him unless he pushed a lighted button marked Private.  That caused the Plexiglas to change from translucent to clear.

    “That so the boys with little weenies won’t feel embarrassed,” said Zena explaining how it worked.

    “You’re new.  What did you call me?” said the deep voice on the phone.

    “I called you Rubin.  The girls told me what a stud you are,” said Stacy.

    “Skeletor was the evil ruler in Masters of the Universe,” said Rubin sounding hurt.

    “No, you got it wrong.  I was talking to one of the dancers about problems my mother is having with bone loss.  It’s called osteoporosis.  Women get it in their old age.  I was explaining how her skeleton was losing calcium when Zena handed me the phone,” said Stacy.

    “You’re lying.  People can be so cruel,” said Rubin maintaining his hurt sound.

    “Look, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.  I’ll do anything you want,” said Stacy stepping very close to Booth 5 then turning back to the glass and bending over.  She reached back with one hand to pull her butt cheeks apart exposing her anus.

    “How,” asked Rubin?

    “I don’t know.  Suggest something,” said Stacy.  “Whatever you want?”

    “You’re very beautiful but sometimes beauty is only skin deep.”

    “Thank you and you’re right.  I was insensitive and rude.  Now, can I show how sorry I am by getting you off in whatever way you chose?”

    “I don’t know,” said Rubin.

    “How about you only pay for a blowjob but you fuck me and forget the tip.  I’ll be extra nice to you,” said Stacy.

    “You’d do that,” asked Rubin?

    “Yes, I’ll take extra special care of you,” said Stacy.

    “All right, the door is open.”

    “Hope you got a strong stomach, Serena,” whispered Zena as Stacy reached for the door handle to Booth 5.

     Zena’s warning didn’t quite prepare her for the sight of Rubin’s naked body.  Stacy had already serviced several customers who were naked when she entered the booth.

     “I was injured during the war.  My Bradley hit a mine,” said Rubin immediately when he saw the shocked look on Stacy’s face.  “I’ll understand if you want to leave.”

    “Hideous scars and missing body parts,” parts was how Stacy summed up Rubin’s appearance to Portia that evening.  “No hair, no eyebrows, one eye, no ears, a lipless round hole for a mouth, scar tissue everywhere, prosthesis for one arm and both legs, the fact that he could move at all was surprising.  The good news is that his cock and balls were burned but still operational.”

    “It’s okay,” said Stacy.  “My name’s Serena.  I’m new here.  I apologize for what I said,” said Stacy stepping closer to the ruined body of what must have been at one time a handsome young man.

    “I’ll understand if you don’t want to do anything with me.  The neighbor’s kids call me Skeletor.  So I must look like him,” said Rubin.

    “Hey, it’s what inside a person that counts,” said Stacy kissing his ruined face as she pressed her naked body against him.

    “Skeletor, at first I didn’t know who they were talking about so I looked it up on the Internet.  I guess I do look like him.  Some of the girls take one look at me and go right back out as fast as they came in.”

    “Rubin, I’m not one of those girls,” said Stacy reaching down to take hold of his cock.  “As long as this works, we’re good.”

    “Here’s seventy,” said Rubin handing her the bills.

    “I said I’d only charge you for a BJ and you can forget the tip,” said Stacy handing back a twenty.

    “You’ll owe them money.  They take sixty percent and they watch everything so they know,” said Rubin pointing toward the ceiling.  Stacy was surprised he knew about the cut and the overhead camera.  “So if we fuck, you’ll owe them sixty dollars and you’re only making fifty.  You’ll be out ten so keep it.”  Rubin handed back the twenty.

    “All right,” said Stacy putting the money in the clear plastic purse the Oasis required her to carry.  “You want anything special.”

    “I’ll let you decide,” said Rubin.

    “Okay, let’s start with the old reliable,” said Stacy placing her arms around Rubin’s shoulders pulling his head to hers as she put her mouth on the small hole that served as his mouth.   Tongues intertwined she reached down to take Rubin’s cock in her hand and began stroking it.   Stacy felt metal pinchers of his prosthetic hand take hold of one nipple while fingers of his good hand grasped the other.

    “God, that is so hot,’ said Stacy looking down at the stainless steel digits flattening her nipple.

    “There are fetishists who get off on sex with people missing limbs,” explained Portia when Stacy told her about Rubin.  “There was a girl, Trina, in my high school who lost a leg in a motorcycle accident.  All the guys were dying to fuck the one legged girl.  Years ago, there was a porn star missing a foot.  Her screen name was Long Jean Silver.  She used to fuck other girls with the stump.  There’s another class of fetishists who are turned on by scars especially burns which are the worst, scar tissue wise”

    “So in Rubin, I was covering two fetish bases at once.  His scars were awful and he was missing quite a few of his body parts.  All I can say is that I had no trouble getting off.  When I straddled him and felt all that metal, I came like a rocket.  Kissing him was a turn on too.  It didn’t feel like a mouth just a hole and his tongue must have been burned because one side was hard scar tissue.”

    “How was it,” asked Zena when Stacy returned to the dance floor.

    “Great, he was the best I’ve had so far today,” said Stacy.

   

Chapter 56 Bachelor Party

 

    “Darren, what the fuck is going on,” asked the young woman stamping her foot to emphasize her point?

    When Stacy turned her head to the side, she could see several more women standing behind the speaker.  Unlike Stacy and the other two escorts, they were fully and expensively dressed.  They also appeared more than a little drunk, some more than others, judging by the way they were holding on to the furniture to remain upright.

    The question in Stacy’s mind was what the hell are they doing at Darren’s bachelor party.   While that thought occupied her brain, her mouth was on autopilot throat fucking Darren’s long skinny cock.

    “Jesus Christ, Cliff, it’s a good thing little Samantha and Jason aren’t here to see their father fucking some nasty whore,” said a slightly older women standing beside the woman who spoke first.

    “Helen, what the hell are you doing here,” asked Darren who was too drunk to loosen his grip on Stacy’s head?  He cock was lodged in her throat.

   Stacy’s mouth was open, tongue flattened, to receive what Darren termed a good old fashioned skull fucking.  He had been roughing her up, slapping her face and pinching her nostrils shut to make her gag.  Stacy’s boobs were covered with her saliva.  The brutal skull fucking had started a few minutes before.

      “Ever been skull fucked, Serena?  Had a big cock rammed down your throat till you choke on it,” asked Darren placing his hands the sides of her head.

      “Have at it, baby,” said Stacy AKA Serena.  “You’re the groom and I’m your bitch.”

       Saliva cascaded down his cock landing on of the groomsmen underneath Stacy.  Stacy was in the mood for rough treatment and being throat fucked qualified. They had just gotten into a good rhythm when they were interrupted.

 The groomsmen named Tyler was underneath Stacy in a 69 sucking hard on her clit while Darren’s older brother and best man Cliff was crouching at her butt happily pounding it home dog style.  Stacy was jerking Tyler off occasionally switching her mouth from Darren’s cock to his.

    Stacy was a little drunk herself but she was aware Darren was scheduled to marry someone named Helen tomorrow morning at St. Patrick’s Cathedral in what was considered the wedding of the New York social season.

    She also knew that it was Darren’s older brother and best man, Cliff, who had a firm grip on her hips and was furiously pounding his cock in her pussy occasionally delivering a painful but welcome slap to her flank.  His thumbs were firmly encased in her anus working her butthole open to accept his spit.  Stacy had been surprised that a macho man type like Tyler occasionally accepted Cliff’s cock in his mouth before exclaiming how much he liked to taste pussy on a hard dick.

    Two other members of the bachelor party were standing close by waiting their turn.  They occasionally reached in to fondle the breasts everyone had admired since Stacy took her bra off.

     “Dammit, what the fuck,” said an exasperated Stacy.  It was a rough hot sweaty foursome and her head was into the experience.  Now she was going to have to stop and try to re-establish control.

   She and two other girls from Cosmopolitan were working a bachelor party in the Prince of Wales Suite of the Park Plaza Hotel.  It had all been very last minute and it was coming at the end of a busy day and night.

    Two hours earlier Stacy had been sound asleep in the back of a stretch limousine when her cell phone rang.  It was her second week of working for Cosmopolitan Escorts.  She’d handled four appointments since her shift began at six.

    The last had been with a Japanese businessman who insisted she in his words, “pop him twice.”  He was in his sixties and the second time had taken her best efforts plus the insertion of an inflatable butt plug in his skinny behind.  He wanted anal only and his penis never entered her vagina.  He paid her double for anal and tipped her five hundred dollars.  He also promised to tell all his associates in Tokyo about her.

    At his request she had written, ‘Serena G.’ on a half dozen of the escort service business card for him to distribute when he returned to Tokyo.

    Escorting at night while dancing for six hours during the day was exhausting.  Stacy conserved her strength by sleeping on the limousine’s backseat between appointments.  The limo was parked on a quiet side street in the lower east side of Manhattan.

    “Shit,” whispered Stacy groggily reaching for the phone lying on the console.  It was almost eleven.  If no one called by midnight, Malcolm, her handsome but surly Afro-American driver would take her back to the apartment and she could curl up with Portia and sleep.  Malcolm would be expecting a piece of tail when they pulled up to the curb at her place; but that was something she was looking forward to.

    Malcolm was a student at NYU studying computer science.  He was seated in the front with an open textbook on his lap when Stacy’s phone rang.  On her first night as a working girl, Malcolm had climbed into the back seat when they returned to Stacy and Portia’s temporary residence.

    Barbara Somers had mentioned her limo driver would expect a freebie at the end of the shift.  “Give Malcolm a quick blowjob and send him on his way. Take care of him and he’ll take good care of you.”

    The possibility of getting the shit beat out of you was one of the hazards associated with prostitution.  In case of trouble, there was a panic button on Stacy’s pager that was supposed to bring Malcolm in like the Seventh Calvary.  But Stacy hadn’t encountered any trouble thus far and Malcolm’s obvious contempt for the stupid whore in the back irritated her.

    “Come here, white bitch.  I got something for you to suck on,” said Malcolm placing his hand on the back of Stacy’s head to pull her toward his crotch.  He’d unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out as he entered the limo.  Even in the dim light of the limo’s interior, Stacy could see he was magnificently equipped and she felt a certain warm sensation well up between her thighs.  Still, she felt the need to put Malcolm in his place.

    “Get me off first,” said Stacy shaking his hand off then hiking up her skirt as she leaned back in the seat placing her legs on the car door’s arm rests.  She exposed her sex by the simple act of pulling the crotch of her thong to one side then used her forked fingers to spread her labia.  “Eat me, Malcolm, and make me come.”  

    “Look, Serena, Malcolm Price don’t go down especially on some nasty slut been fucking in the back seat of a limo all night,” said Malcolm.   In her first appointment, Stacy had sold sex to a busy lawyer who screwed her in the backseat while Malcolm watched.  Normally, Stacy closed a privacy panel between her and the driver but the lawyer paid an extra hundred for Malcolm to watch and jerk off.

    There were instances where Cosmopolitan provided both transportation and sex to busy New Yorkers.  It was a stretch limo and there was plenty of room for Stacy to spread out.  While she was riding the lawyer’s cock, Stacy watched Malcolm watching her.

     “My last fuck was in a hotel room and I douched.  I’m clean as the cunt you came out of,” said Stacy smiling.

    “I told you, Serena.  Malcolm doesn’t go down.  I don’t give a shit if you scrubbed that coochie of yours out with toilet bowl cleaner.  Now get over here and get busy polishing my knob.  I got an exam tomorrow and I need to get some rest.”

    “A hundred to eat my pussy,” said Stacy holding up a Ben Franklin.

    “You’re crazy, bitch,” said Malcolm.

    “I’m just horny.  All night I’ve been thinking how good it would be for you to put that pink tongue of yours in my twat,” said Stacy.

    “Ain’t going to happen,” said Malcolm.  But Stacy could tell he was thinking hard about the money

    “Two hundred,” said Stacy adding a second bill to the one in her hand.  Stacy used her other hand to rub her sex.  “Lots of black men love to eat pussy.  My dead husband Rodney was black.  He liked to eat me when it was full of jism.  I used to save him a creampie at the end of the night.  I’d come in all hot and sweaty from working lower Sunset and sit on his face.”

    “He must have been one sick motherfucker,” said Malcolm.  “Even for two hundred, I won’t put my mouth on that filthy twat of yours.”

    “Five hundred, college boy,” said Stacy adding three more bills.  “That’s more than you probably earn in a week working at Cosmopolitan.”

     “You’re one fucking insane whore.  You’re going to pay me five hundred dollars to eat your pussy.”

     “Yes, now bury your face in my dirty twat, Malcolm,” said Stacy reaching for the back of Malcolm’s head and pulling him toward her sex.  Malcolm’s hand reached for the money as he brought his mouth to her sex and began to lick up and down her slit.

     “Nice,” said Stacy.  “Now just keep licking and sucking until I get off.  Then I’ll suck your cock and you can fuck me anyway you want.  That includes anal if you’re in the mood to travel the Hershey highway.”

      The next night oral sex had only cost Stacy two hundred dollars.  Since then Malcolm had been willing and even eager to perform cunnilingus and analingus for free.  But Stacy always tipped Malcolm two hundred dollars after they fucked.

     Stacy concluded prostitution was an exhausting job with the potential to become tedious after a few weeks.  Still some of her dates had been interesting enough that she had awakened a sleeping Portia to describe what happened.  Last night’s had been particularly bizarre.

     “Are you Serena from Cosmopolitan,” asked a female voice speaking in a mid Western accent from behind the closed hotel door where Stacy had knocked?  She was on the concierge level of one of Manhattan’s most upscale hotels.  Getting the bell captain to take her to the concierge level had cost her a quickie in an empty room.   The bell captain had blown his load in record time aided my the pressure of Stacy’s index finger on his prostate.

     “Yes, I’m from Cosmopolitan,” Stacy answered somewhat surprised the voice was female.  According to Barbara Somers, requests for lesbian sex by female business executives were becoming more common but still infrequent.

   “It’s her, Paul.  You’re sure you’re willing to go through with this,” said the voice on the other side of the door.  Apparently she was not aware that Stacy could hear her in the hotel hallway.

    “Is she pretty,” asked a male voice that must have been Paul?

    “From what I can tell through this tiny hole, yes, very much so,” said the woman.

    “Well this is your idea, Cathy.  I suggest you don’t keep your hooker waiting,” said Paul.

    “Be nice, Paul.  And remember, after tonight this never happened and we are never to mention it again,” said Cathy.

    “Yeah, yeah, now open the door for Chrissakes,” said Paul.

    “Hello dear, please come in and have a seat,” said Cathy opening the door and standing aside.  “I’m Cathy and this is my husband Paul,” she said as soon as Stacy stepped into the well-appointed hotel room.  Cathy was dressed like she had just been to dinner in an expensive restaurant.  Paul was seated on the couch watching a football game on television that he turned off as soon as he saw Stacy.

    “I’m Serena,” said Stacy shaking the hand of a plump fiftyish woman and then that of her husband who was a good-looking slender muscular man of approximately the same age.  He was wearing a suit and tie.  Stacy sat down on the couch.  When she crossed her legs, the hem rose up past the lace tops of her stay up hose drawing the attention of both Paul and Cathy.

    They may be an all American older couple but they are both horny as hell thought Stacy taking a quick glance around the room.  It was a standard mini-suite, the kind she had been in more than once in the last few days.  They were in the small living room seated in a couch and chair grouping facing a television screen.  Stacy could see the bedroom through the doorway.  The turn down service must have been by because there was a chocolate mint on each pillow.

    “Would you like something to drink,” asked Cathy?  “I’ve opened a bottle of chardonnay.”

    “No thank you, I wasn’t expecting a couple,” said Stacy.

    “Oh, I hope we didn’t do anything wrong.  I knew we should have mentioned that to the nice lady on the phone at your escort service.  Is it a problem?” said Cathy as she sat down across from Stacy.  Cathy allowed her skirt to ride up revealing her generous white thighs above her stay up hose.

    “No, not at all, I’m just a little surprised that’s all.  A couple is fine,” said Stacy.

    “Serena, as you probably have figured out, this is all new to us,” said Paul admiring Stacy’s legs and breasts that were clearly on display in her tight and short knit coordinates.  “I would like to add you are an exceptionally beautiful woman.”

    “Thank you, Paul.  That’s sweet.  I’m here to make sure you enjoy yourself and have good memories of your stay in the Big Apple,” said Stacy.

    “So you need to guide us through how this works.  You are our first prostitute.  Oh, I should have said escort.  Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude,” said Cathy.

    “I understand.  I normally start by discussing what you want to do and how much it will cost,” said Stacy.  “Payment is required before we begin.”

    “The lady on the phone said the basic price was three hundred dollars,” said Cathy.

    “Yes, three hundred is what I charge for a half and half,” said Stacy.

    “That’s oral followed by regular sex.  I read that somewhere,” said Cathy.

    “Correct, of course that’s three hundred per person.  Anal is another two hundred and anything kinky is negotiable,” said Stacy.

    “If I understand you correctly, a half and half for both of us would cost six hundred dollars and if Paul has anal sex with you it would total out at eight hundred,” said Cathy speaking from her years of experience at managing the complicated finances of a multi-million dollar agribusiness.

    “Too much,” asked Stacy feeling a little guilty about charging what appeared to be a nice couple that amount?

    “No, we came to New York knowing it was very expensive.  The lady on the phone also mentioned a tip was expected,” said Cathy.

    “You can forget the tip,” said Stacy.

    “Look Serena, just because we’re from Kansas, it doesn’t mean we can’t afford to pay our way,” said Paul sounding a little miffed.

    “I’m sure you can and I’m sorry if I offended you,” said Stacy.

    “How long will you stay,” asked Paul?

    “Paul, Cathy, let’s cut to the chase.  I’ve got a thing for married couples from America’s heartland.  For six hundred, I’ll stay until you are both completely sexually satisfied.  I’ll take my time and not rush.  Sexually, I’ll do anything you like, oral, vaginal, and anal.   Its nine thirty now.  Malcolm, my driver, will not expect me back until midnight,” said Stacy realizing she should be charging well over a thousand dollars.

    “All right,” said Cathy reaching for her purse.  Stacy watched as she counted out eight one hundred dollar bills and handed them to her.

    “Thank you,” said Stacy slipping the bills into her purse.  “How would you like to start?”

    “Oh I don’t know.  Suggest something,” said Cathy.

    “I’ve taken a pill so I’ll be able to shoot more than once,” said Paul.

    “We were hardly having sex at all before Doctor Werner diagnosed Paul with erectile dysfunction and gave him a prescription.  Since then we’ve been going at it like rabbits.”

    “Christ, Cathy, do you have to tell everyone that,” said Paul.

    “Well, it is true,” said Cathy holding her ground.

    “Let’s take Paul into the bedroom and undress him.  We’ll both get him off orally.  Then he can lie on the bed and watch us undress one another and sixty-nine.  I assume, Paul, you want to see me and Cathy get it on,” said Stacy.

   “He has been after me to have sex with Florence Taylor for years but Florence is such a gossip.  The whole county would know about it the next day,” said Cathy.    

    During the course of several hours of sex with Cathy and Paul, Stacy learned they owned and operated a sixteen hundred acre wheat farm outside of Liberal, Kansas.  They were celebrating their thirtieth wedding anniversary.  The trip to NY was a gift from their three sons and two daughters.  Cathy had used the hotel’s Internet connection and the laptop computer she brought to monitor wheat futures to locate Cosmopolitan’s WEB site.

    It had gone about as Stacy had expected.  Paul had stood by the bed while the two women undressed him. Years of physical farm labor had left him with an excellent physique.  He was lean and long with a nice smooth cock with a classic mushroom head.

    “I bet you love to suck this,” said Stacy admiring Paul’s member as she slowly stroked it to erection.

    “It is a beauty.  Over the years I’ve gotten to know every square inch of it,” said Cathy.

    Once Paul was naked, Stacy brought the three of them into an embrace.  Her tongue roamed from Cathy’s to Paul’s mouth and back.  The two farmers adapted surprisingly quickly to the scene.  Stacy attacked Paul’s nipples as she continued to stroke his now fully erect cock.  Stacy lifted Cathy’s skirt to her hips then slipped her fingers under the leg band of her panty.  Her fingers encountered a hot wet pussy and when she touched Cathy’s clit a loud moan filled the room.

    “I hope these walls are thick.  Cathy can get loud when she’s enjoying herself,” said Paul.

    “Look, Cathy, there a clear drop of precum,” said Stacy before leaning down and scooping it off with the tip of her tongue.  Cathy leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to Stacy’s.

    “I knew you’d find the best whores in New York City,” said Paul watching intently as Stacy and his wife tongue kissed.    

    “On the bed, Paul,” said Stacy when they had removed every stitch of his clothing. Paul lay back with his legs hanging over the side.

    “You’re a lucky woman, Cathy, to have all this to yourself,” said Stacy slowly stroking Paul’s member then licking around the head.  “I love the way the mushroom head flares out.”

    “All the Cartwright’s have one of those,” said Cathy.

    “Cathy dated my older brother before we got together,” said Paul as way of explanation as to how Cathy would know that.

    “Samuel was killed during the Tet Offensive,” said Cathy.

    “I’m sorry to hear that,” said Stacy holding Paul’s cock for Cathy to lick.

    “I thought it was beautiful the first time I saw it. I let him have me on the third date and that was in spite of the fact I promised my mom I’d stay a virgin until I got engaged.”

   “That was Samuel not me.  The truth is she put out for me on our first date.  She raped me.  I was an innocent young farm boy,” said Paul enjoying Stacy’s masturbatory technique.  

    “Let’s show Paul how much we appreciate him,” said Stacy kneeling down.   Stacy helped Cathy get to her knees.

    “I’ve never done anything like this,” said Cathy.

    “You’ve never orally serviced this wonderful instrument,” asked Stacy licking down one side of Paul’s cock.

    “Yes, of course, but not with another girl. What do we do?”

    “We share his cock, balls and butthole.  For starters you suck his left nut and I’ll take the right,” said Stacy.  “We begin with butthole play then we lick and suck his penis until he blows his load.”

    Stacy taught Cathy to orally coordinate with her so there were always two mouths working on various parts of Paul’s manhood.

    “This is incredible,” said Paul enjoying the sensation of two hungry mouths.

    “Paul, have you ever had two girls stick their fingers in your ass at the same time,” asked Stacy.

    “No, can’t say as I have,” said Paul.

    “Lift your legs and grab hold of your big toes,” said Stacy.

    “Like this,” asked Paul getting into position with an ease that surprised Stacy?

    “Perfect, what a cute brown eye.  Give it a kiss, Cathy,” said Stacy pulling Paul’s buttocks apart.

    Paul let out a long moan when Cathy passed her saliva-coated tongue across his anus.  He moaned even louder when he sensed both women were licking his sphincter.

    “Hold him open, Cathy,” said Stacy directing her to pull open her husband’s sphincter.

    “Oh Jesus that feels good,” said Paul when he felt Stacy’s tongue slipping in and out his anus.

    “Now its Cathy’s turn to eat butt,” said Stacy changing places.

    Cathy and Stacy began to exchange deep kisses as they performed analingus on Paul.

    “Let’s keep our index fingers inside his asshole working his prostate while we suck him off,” said Stacy before she captured Paul’s cock head in her mouth.

     A few minutes of coordinated mouth loving combined with the pressure of two female digits on his prostate caused Paul to release his semen in Stacy’s mouth.

    “Watch us, Paul,” said Stacy holding the semen on her tongue.  When Paul raised his head, Stacy pulled Cathy into an embrace and they kissed while maintaining eye contact with Paul.  Stacy deliberately smeared Paul’s semen over their mouths.

    “Shit, just like in a porn film,” exclaimed Paul before allowing his head to fall back on the bed.

    “We need some music,” said Stacy locating her favorite Latino radio station on the suite’s sound system.

    “I’ll lead,” said Stacy taking Cathy into her arms.  She allowed the older woman to rest her head on her shoulder as they slowly danced around the room.  It was a slow rumba and Stacy took her time allowing her mind to focus on the erotic nature of what she was doing.

    Stacy started to kiss Cathy as they danced.  Paul lay on the large bed stroking his cock watching the women dance.

    “I’m going to undress you as we dance,” said Stacy reaching behind Cathy to unzip her dress.

    By the time the song ended, Cathy was wearing her hose and jewelry.  Stacy shed her clothes quickly.  The two women held each other and kissed as they danced.

    “Let’s get on the bed and sixty nine,” suggested Stacy as the song ended.

    “I want to be your bitch so I’ll take the bottom,” said Cathy.

    Stacy straddled the housewife lowering her sex until Cathy’s tongue touched her sex.  Paul was laying beside them his leg touching Stacy’s.  His cock was hard again.

    “Suck my clit, bitch,” said Stacy positioning her clitoris within reach of Cathy’s mouth.  Cathy eagerly complied.

    “Your wife likes to eat pussy, Paul, and she’s good at it,” said Stacy reaching down to rub Cathy’s clit.

    “I knew she would.  She just needed to try it once,” said Paul.  “Florence said she was willing.”

    “Now for my ass,” said Stacy moving her hips as she reached back to separate her buttocks.  Stacy immediately felt the presence of Cathy’s tongue on her sphincter.

     “That’s right, Cathy, a good bitch can’t get her tongue far enough up her dyke’s ass.  Show Paul what a pig slut you are,” said Stacy changing her position slightly to give him a clear view.  “What do you think, Paul?  You like watching Cathy suck my asshole?”

    “Shit yes, she’s a slut and I love her for it,” said Paul fisting his cock as he watched his wife’s tongue licking Stacy’s sphincter.

   Stacy took hold of Cathy’s legs and lifted them before placing her mouth on Cathy’s clit. Stacy relaxed and wet the older woman’s anus with her mouth then worked an index finger past her anal ring.  Cathy shouted a long string of expletives as she orgasmed.  Leaving her to recover, Stacy straddled Paul allowing his cock to sink into her pussy.

    A few minutes before midnight, Stacy tiptoed out of the suite leaving the snoring couple sound asleep.

   It was later when Portia was licking Malcolm’s semen from her hard working vagina Stacy told Portia about the couple from Kansas who were in agribusiness.

Chapter 57 Comping the Bell Captain

 

   “Ever worked a bachelor party, Serena,” asked Charlene, the dispatcher, as soon as Stacy answered her cell phone?  Stacy had never met Charlene but her throaty voice and blasé manner caused Stacy to picture an overweight housewife dressed in a flowered housecoat with a cigarette dangling out the side of her mouth.

   “Yes, a couple of times,” lied Stacy.  “I’ve only done a few parties.  They’re not exactly my thing,” said Stacy hoping to get out of the trick.  She was tired and she pictured herself on her knees having to service a long line of drunken obnoxious males.

  “Tough titty, the client want three girls and they’re paying top dollar.  That means Chantal, Laurie, and you better get your butts over to the Park Plaza or Barbara will open a can of whip ass on your butt.  Ask for the Bell Captain, Isaac.   Comp him a Franklin and one of you has to give him a piece of tail,” said Charlene.

    “Which one gets to fuck Isaac,” asked Stacy?

    “His choice, but based on the amount we just billed Clifford L. Myers’ Platinum American Express, he can screw all three of you in the shitter as far as Cosmo is concerned,” said Charlene.

    “Is that Clifford Myers who we ask for when we get to the suite,” asked Stacy?

    “Yes, he’s the groom’s best man and older brother,” said Charlene.

    “Isn’t this a little last minute,” asked Stacy wary about the situation and pressing for additional information?

    “Well I shouldn’t tell you this but this bunch originally planned to party at Scores,” said Charlene.

    “Scores, what’s Scores?” asked Stacy.

    “I keep forgetting you just got here from LA and don’t know shit about New York.  Scores is a strip joint, a nicer one.  They mop the jism off the floor at least once a month.”

    “So why aren’t they at Scores getting blowjobs in the VIP Lounge,” asked Stacy?

    “They got kicked out according to Clifford,” said Charlene.

    “Why?”

    “Don’t know.  He didn’t say.”

    “Couldn’t have been for beating the living shit out of a stripper,” asked Stacy?

    “No, the owner of Scores is connected.  Any one who gets out of line gets his nuts stomped until they resemble ravioli.  The original plan called for them to crash at the Plaza after they emptied their guns at Scores.  Now there are twelve horny guys waiting to hop your bones.  Mr. Myers specifically requested three hole girls who are into body fluids.  So, bon appetit you lucky whore,” said Charlene ending the call.

    Later, Stacy learned the drunk out of his mind groom had slipped behind the bar at Scores and urinated in the ice.  That was considered unacceptable behavior even for a free spending bachelor party.  The bouncers had unceremoniously tossed the participants onto the pavement.

    “Park Plaza, Malcolm,” said Stacy.  “I’ve got a wedding party to fuck.”

    Stacy spotted the other two limos with Cosmo plates as they pulled into the entrance.  As soon as Malcolm stopped, Chantal and Laurie exited their limo and entered Stacy’s.  Their limos immediately sped off.

    “Looks like you have to drive everyone home,” said Stacy.

    “Not a problem, said Malcolm.  “My Johnson can handle the three of you.”

    “This may run a little late, Malcolm.  I hope you don’t have any early classes tomorrow,” said Stacy.

    “I was planning to stay up all night and study for my world history mid term,” said Malcolm.  “It’s not till one in the afternoon.”

    Stacy hugged and kissed Chantal who introduced her to Laurie.  Stacy and Chantal had met once before when a customer requested two girls.  The trick had required intense girl on girl action involving the John’s extensive collection of anal love beads. After each set of beads had been pulled from a girl’s ass, the John stored it in a sealable freezer bag saving it for the future.

    Afterwards, Stacy had coffee with Chantal in the hotel coffee shop and got acquainted.  Chantal’s real name was Ida Swanson.  She had left Lacrosse, Wisconsin eighteen months ago to seek her fortune in the Big Apple.  She was a petite Nordic blonde who had won several beauty contests and been first runner up in the Miss Wisconsin pageant.  Since arriving in the city, Chantal had changed her name and made enough working as an escort to finance a breast augmentation and a tummy tuck.

   Stacy did not know the other girl, Laurie, but was immediately attracted to her exotic looks.  Laurie reminded Stacy of Adriana except Laurie was taller and had more pronounced indigenous facial features.  Later, on a break between fucks, Stacy learned Laurie was also an undocumented alien from Honduras.

    Her family’s politics resulted in her husband and she being snatched off the streets of Tegucigalpa by CIA trained paramilitary.  She spent a month in a tiny rat infested cell where she was gang raped, beaten senseless, and had her genitals and breast tortured with electricity.  They were released with the understanding they would leave Honduras and not return.

     “How does your husband feel about your escorting,” asked Stacy curious about the impact of prostitution upon marriage.

     “Before we were imprisoned, he had a fit if he caught me looking at another man,” said Laurie.

     “And afterwards,” asked Stacy?

     “For a month, he watched me being gang raped every day.  They made him suck jism out of my pussy and ass.  Nothing bothers him now,” said Laurie.  “In fact, he begs me to keep the last John’s semen in my snatch so he can eat cream pie when I get home.”

    “I suppose prolonged torture leads to significant changes in attitude,” said Stacy    

    Her husband attended a local college and bartended at night.  But it was Laurie’s earning from the Oasis and Cosmopolitan Escorts that supported them.

    “We’re looking for Isaac,” said Stacy when they reached the bell captain’s station in the ornate hotel lobby.  Stacy recalled staying at the hotel when she was a little girl.  A shopping trip to New York for Christmas was part of the Todd holiday ritual.  Her parents would take her to the F.A. O. Schwartz store two blocks away.  Somehow, any toy she touched magically showed up under the Christmas tree back in Weston.

    Now I’m back at that same hotel thought Stacy, but this time I’m going upstairs and encourage a dozen men I’ve never met to stick their cocks in me.  I’ve certainly changed since those days.

    “You from Cosmopolitan,” asked the uniformed individual wearing a badge containing the information Isaac Winston and Bell Captain?

    “Yes, that’s us,” said Chantal.

    “Good, hold on,” said Isaac who then proceeded to press his intercom button and say, “Marty, Leon, three zero three, Room 1246.”

    “What was that all about,” asked Stacy thinking she knew already?

    “I was just telling a couple of buddies to meet us,” said Isaac.

    “I thought you were the only one we had to comp,” said Laurie speaking with only the slightest of a Central American accent.

    “That wasn’t my understanding.  Follow me,” said Isaac leading them toward the elevators.

     “Are your buddies expecting financial remuneration too,” asked Stacy as soon as the four were alone on the elevator?

     “Just pussy for them, give me the money now,” said Isaac.

     “This better be quick.  They’re expecting us,” said Stacy handing Isaac a hundred dollar bill.

     “It will be,” said Isaac grabbing his crotch as they exited the elevator on the twelfth floor.

     Marty and Leon were already there when they arrived.  It was a single room with a king sized bed.

     “I want the red head,” said the tall thin freckled bellman wearing the name Marty on his employee badge.  His companion was shorter with a stockier muscular body.

     “Don’t get greedy. We’ll swap around,” said Isaac.  “That way everyone gets a piece of all three.”

     “We don’t have time for that,” said Laurie anxious to get upstairs and earn what she hoped would be serious money.

     “Charlene said I could do whatever the fuck I wanted.  Now the three of you line up by the bed and get down on your knees like good little hookers.  Pull you tops up so we can play with your tits while you blow us,” said Isaac.

     “Three pieces of ass for a referral is a bit much,” protested Chantal.

     “Just go with it.  We don’t have time to argue,” said Stacy as she knelt down then pulled her sweater up over her bra.  Stacy slipped her breasts out of the cups exposing them.  “Arguing will only cost us time.  Come here, Isaac, let me see your cock.”

    “Jesus, what a fucking pair,” said Isaac admiring Stacy’s breasts.

    “I’d like to tit fuck her some time,” added Leon as he stretched out his cock.

    Reluctantly, Chantal and Laurie followed Stacy’s lead and exposed their breasts as they knelt by the bed.  Laurie’s large chocolate brown areola caught Stacy’s eye.  The covered the top of her breast and the milk glands were prominent.   Stacy pictured her mouth sucking one of those dark beauties while Portia attacked the other.  

    “Good, you two listen to red or Leon will get angry.  And the last time, a hooker pissed Leon off he knocked out her front teeth,” said Isaac as he unzipped his trousers and took a position in front of Stacy.

    “Nobody needs to get angry or rough.  We’ll drain your tank,” said Stacy reaching into Isaac’s trousers to remove his uncircumcised cock.  She pushed the foreskin back and licked the head.

    “Like Stacy said, we’ll get you off and be on our way,” said Laurie passing his lips and tongue along the side of Leon’s cock before taking the head in her mouth.

    “Yummy, uncut dick has a flavor all its own,” said Stacy flicking her tongue across the tip several times as she massaged his ball sack while working the foreskin back and forth as she applied long strokes  with her lips.

    As his pecker came to life and the foreskin moved back, Stacy took the head into her mouth wrapping her lips in on the underside of the mushroom lip.

    Using her tongue, lips, and the insides of her cheeks, Stacy focused her oral energy on bring Isaac to orgasm.  Stacy was gratified to see and hear Laurie and Chantal following her lead.  Laurie was playing handball with Leon’s low hanging testicles while her mouth was performing long smooth strokes on his shaft ending with her lips buried in his pubic hair.  Her throat muscles were squeezing the head allowing tiny drops of precum to free-fall into her passageway.

    “That’s the way, bitch.  All the way to your gullet,” said Leon.

    Marty’s short fat cock was pumping in and out of Chantal’s mouth.  Sporadically, he was removing it from her mouth and slapping it against the side of her face as she looked hungrily in Marty’s eyes.  Chantal had a talent for convincing a John that sucking his cock was the most awesome experience of her life.

    The sound of the three whores noisily performing oral sex filled the room.  Stacy did not neglect the psychology of a good blowjob.  She established eye contact with Isaac as she licked up and down the shaft.  Her facial expression conveyed the impression having his pecker in her mouth brought her into a state of ecstasy.

    “Guys want to believe that women adore sucking cock, especially theirs,” was how Portia described it.  As usual with Stacy her imagination and reality merged and she lost herself in making mouth love to Isaac’s penis.

    “God this bitch can suck dick,” exclaimed Isaac his hand clutching Stacy’s hair.  “I can feel her sucking all the way to my asshole.”

    “Let’s swap,” said Marty.  “I want some of that.”

    “All right,” said Isaac reluctantly taking his penis out of Stacy’s mouth and moving to Chantal.  Marty’s cock went from Laurie’s mouth to Stacy’s.  A minute or two later, they moved again and Stacy found herself licking Leon’s shaft and balls.

    “Get up on the bed, I want to finish in your cunt,” said Isaac pulling Chantal to her feet then pushing her back onto the mattress.

    “Me too,” said Leon reaching under Stacy’s armpits to lift her up.  Marty followed the others.

    Time being of the essence, the three experienced whores hiked their skirts as they stood up then fell spreading their legs.  Stacy was in the middle, her shoulders touching those of the other girls.  She was wearing the type of panty preferred by hookers.  The loose material of the narrow band covering her pussy could easily be pushed aside.  With one hand she deftly uncovered her hole spreading her labia as the other hand guided Leon’s cock into her opening.

     “Come to Serena, baby.  She wants that big dick in her twat,” said Stacy wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him into her.  In a brief moment, the three bellmen were standing at the edge of the bed thrusting their cocks into the women.

    “She’s good and tight,” breathed Leon his hands working Stacy’s breasts.  “Where are they from, Isaac?”

    “Cosmopolitan,” said Isaac pumping his cock into Chantal.  “I did a referral for a party upstairs.”

    “They always have good pussy,” said Marty his hands working Laurie’s breasts as he fucked her.  “She’s got big browns like my girl friend.  I love big browns.”  Marty leaned down to take the end of Laurie’s breast in his mouth.

     “Yeah, pump it, red.  Fuck my dick,” said Leon slamming his cock into Stacy.  “These three aren’t half bad.”

     “Fuck me harder, Leon, Go deep, baby.  I need your dick in me,” cried Stacy pulling him into her each time he thrust forward.  She combined that with a pelvic rotation and a contraction of abdominal muscles grunting loudly each time Leon’s cock bottomed against her cervix.

    “Shit, she’s hot,” said Leon.  “This one’s a cock crusher.”

    “Here, let’s swap,” said Isaac taking his cock out of Chantal.

   Chantal and Laurie took their cue from Stacy and in a matter of moments, the three bellmen ejaculated.

    It was less than five minutes after Stacy passed a towelette over her vagina, repositioned her panty crotch, slipped her tits back in the bra and pushed her sweater and skirt down that she pressed the doorbell of the Prince of Wales Suite.  Leon had deposited a generous load in her cunt.  At the moment, a stream of it had managed to travel down her leg into her shoe.

    “It’s about fucking time,” said Cliff throwing the door open and standing aside.  He didn’t look happy or sober.

    “We’ll make it up to you, baby,” said Stacy putting her arms around Cliff.  “I’m Serena.  This is Chantal and Laurie.”

    “You better, I gave your agency my platinum card,” said Cliff.

    The suite was huge with a spiral staircase leading upstairs to what Stacy assumed was a master bedroom.  The rest of the party was sitting in the living room watching porn on a wall sized plasma television and smoking cigars.  Food and a full bar were arranged on a buffet server along one wall.  Another wall was all glass affording a spectacular view of Central Park.   Someone muted the DVD player as the three entered.

    Stacy did a quick head count, twelve drunk and horny guys a manageable number for three hookers.   They were also young.  Cliff was the oldest of the group and she guessed him in his early thirties.  There were several bottles of premium liquor and beer on the coffee table in front of the U-shaped couch.

     “Mind if we have a drink to catch up to you guys,” asked Stacy walking over to the table to pick up a bottle of tequila.  She poured three shots.  The three downed a shot.

     Stacy felt a hand reaching up her skirt.  She looked at the hand’s owner and spoke.  “I hope you and your friends are in the mood to fuck because we desperately need some cock.  Don’t we ladies?”

     “Fucking right we do,” said Chantal lifting her skirt to expose her panty.

     “And we like to get down and dirty,” said Laurie.

     Stacy poured three more shots and the three downed them.  Deciding to take charge of the situation and get the party started, she looked around the room then spoke in a loud clear voice.

    “Hello everyone, I’m Serena from Cosmopolitan Escorts.  My friends and I are here to fuck your brains out,” said Stacy.

    “I love you, Serena.  I’m Mike.  Fuck me first,” shouted one of the men.

    “Mike, I plan on doing all of you before I leave.  Let me introduce my girl friends. This beautiful blonde is Chantal who loves to suck and fuck.  And for you guys who like something hot from South of the Border, we have Laurie who just can’t get enough dick.  She’ll be ever so grateful if you just keep her holes filled.  As for me I’ll do anything you want, the nastier the better.  But I love anal so please don’t neglect my backdoor.  Now, which one of you is the groom?” asked Stacy.

    “Yo, I’m Darren, getting married tomorrow,” answered an obviously drunk male in his early twenties who was sprawled across the couch.

    “Well, we are going to take very good care of you,” said Stacy sitting down in Darren’s lap.  Quickly, Stacy pulled up her sweater and pushed down her bra pressing her breasts against Darren’s face.    “Like my tits,” she asked.  Darren responded by taking one of Stacy’s nipples in his mouth and sucking it.

    “How about we begin by dancing for you,” asked Stacy holding Darren’s head as he attached her breasts.  Her areolas were covered in his saliva.

    “Good idea,” said Cliff moving toward the sound system.

    “Latin,” said Stacy.  “Something slow and sexy.”

    Cliff looked down through a printed list of music then keyed a number in and pressed the play button.  The sounds of “The Girl from Ipanema”, a soft Brazilian samba, filled the large room.  Stacy stood up, kicked her shoes off and stepped up on the coffee table directly in front of the groom.

    Darren watched her intently as she began to move to the music.  Chantal and Laurie joined Stacy.  They danced for a while then began to undress one another.  As they unclothed, they tongue kissed and rubbed each other’s pussy.  One of the men stood up and began to take off his clothes. The others quickly followed.  By the third song, the men were naked and masturbating as they watched the girl’s dance.

    “Serena, I love your pussy,” said Darren jerking his hard cock?

    “Put your finger in it and see how tight it is,” said Stacy placing her foot on the back of the couch by his head.  She leaned forward bringing her vulva almost touching his face.

    Darren leaned forward to bury his face between Stacy’s thighs.  As he reached around to grab her buttocks he let out an animal cry muffled when she took hold of the back of his head pushing his mouth against her hole

    “Finger my hole,” ordered Stacy backing off slightly.

    “Darren extended his index finger then rather theatrically slipped it inside Stacy’s vagina.  Stacy sucked her belly button to her backbone as she contracted the muscles of her pelvic floor.

    “Oh fuck, she’s tight.  We got ourselves a nutcracker” shouted Darren.

    “And we’re going first with her, bro,” said Cliff pulling Stacy onto the floor.  As Stacy helped the brothers mount her she saw the remaining males rush to pull Laurie and Chantal off the table.    

    Stacy straddled a well-endowed man who identified himself as Darren’s best friend Tyler.  She let out a sigh of pleasure as the hard column of male flesh traversed her vagina, its head coming to rest at the entrance to her uterus.  Darren’s cock was positioned at her lips so Stacy opened her mouth and captured the mushroom head.  Her tongue went to work on his piss hole.

    Stacy felt two male hands separate her buttocks.  The sound and feel of warm spit landing in her anus quickly followed.

    “I love the backdoor,” said Cliff pressing his cockhead against Stacy’s sphincter.

    “That’s because Linda, his wife, won’t get you fuck her ass,” said Darren laughing.

    “Like Helen will, both sisters are anal-phobic,” said Cliff forcing his cockhead past Stacy’s sphincter.  “Oh shit, she’s tight.”

    “You’re brothers marrying sisters,” asked Stacy taking Darren’s cock out of her mouth for a second?

    “Yeah, weird huh,” said Darren.  “Keep sucking, bitch.”

    “I’m going to come,” said the man underneath Stacy.

    “Shit, Tyler, you could never last a New York minute.  No wonder Beth fucks around on you,” said Cliff.

    Stacy contracted her abdomen causing her kegles to grasp Tyler’s cock as a quantity of semen exited.

    “This one has a talented pussy,” said Tyler.  “She milked the come right out of me.”

    “This one has a name and it is Serena,” said Stacy giving Tyler’s cock a power squeeze as it softened and popped out of her vagina.

    “Her ass is just as tight,” said Cliff switching for a minute to Stacy’s now empty vagina.  He returned his cock to her rectum after a few strokes.

    “I’m eating my own cream pie,” said Tyler scooting out from under Stacy then diving back under to bring his mouth to her dripping pussy.  Stacy decided not to mention the ejaculate he was sucking out of her was a combination of his and a bellman’s.

    “Suck my dirty dick, Tyler, show Serena what a faggot you are,” said Cliff withdrawing momentarily from Stacy’s asshole to put his cock in Tyler’s mouth.

    “Shit, is he doing it,” asked Darren maintaining a rhythmic thrusting into Stacy’s mouth?

    “Yes,” said Cliff.  “He’s going at it like a queer in a video arcade.”

    “You’re a cock sucking faggot, Tyler.  My best friend, Tyler Langford is a fairy.  I’m going to tell Beth you sucked Cliff’s cock,” said Darren teasingly.

    “Beth doesn’t give a shit.  She knows I’m not a fairy.  I’ve fucked her too many times,” said Tyler defensively taking a break from cunnilingus to deny being gay.

    “Look, what ever happens here tonight stays here,” said Stacy.

    “Spoken like the wise whore you undoubtedly are,” said Cliff before delivering a painful open palm slap to Stacy’s flank.

    “Oh that felt good, another and harder,” said Stacy looking around to see that the other two girls were each the center of a group of drunken males.

    “Hurry up, you guys, we want some of that,” said one of the two men that were kneeling beside Stacy’s group playing with her breasts.

    “No rush, we’re here until there’s not a hard cock standing,” said Stacy.

     It was at that point the batchelorette party arrived.  Cliff had foolishly left the door ajar and they walked in unannounced.

Chapter 58 Groom’s Revenge

    “Cliff, you’re fucking that dirty whore in the ass without a condom. You can forget about having sex with me forever,” screamed his wife, Linda as she swayed unsteadily on her feet.  Her eyes were glazed and she was holding onto a chair.

    “Screw you, Linda, the escort service guaranteed all their girls were clean,” said Cliff continuing to plunge his cock in Stacy’s ass.  “This is what guys do at their bachelor parties which by the way you weren’t invited.”

    Stacy ceased sucking Darren’s cock to get a better look at who referred to her as a dirty whore.  What the hell are they doing here wondered Stacy?  They’ll ruin everything.  Laurie and Chantal need the money and I need to keep Barbara happy so she will trust me.

    Stacy did another quick headcount of the new arrivals.  Eight expensively dressed females were standing inside the suite.  Five were young, Helen’s age.  Stacy assumed they were bridesmaids.  Linda looked to be a few years older.  Older still was a woman sprawled across a chair obviously passed out.  An elderly lady standing at the rear was looking on with utter disdain.

    Based on family resemblance, Stacy surmised she was looking at the bride, four bridesmaids, the bride’s older sister who was probably matron of honor, the passed out mother of the bride, and the disapproving grandmother.

    Later, Stacy learned from Beth, one of the bridesmaids, who claimed to be Helen’s college roommate and best friend that the mother and her daughters had a problem with alcohol.  “They’re usually blown away by lunch,” was how Beth politely phrased it.

     Stacy noted that Beth was more than a little drunk herself and incredibly indiscreet for a best friend.   It was also interesting Beth wasn’t able to keep her hands or mouth off Stacy and possessed a gift for combining lesbian sex with gossip.

    “Two drinks and Helen totally loses it.  Sober, she’s a prude but a little vodka and she’ll fuck anything with a dick or a pussy, especially a hot one like yours,” said Beth while swirling her tongue around Stacy’s clit.

    “And Linda, her sister, is just as bad if not worse.  She got kicked out of Smith for showing up in a world civilization class dead drunk.  Once, she passed out at the Kappa Delta house and the guys carried her upstairs and gang raped her.  They took pictures of her sucking cock and posted them on the frat’s WEB site.

    “Shit happens, felch me,” said Stacy changing her position so Beth could suck come out of her asshole.   Stacy contracted her abdomen and worked her clit to provide Beth a mouthful of ass cocktail.

    “Wow, you got a full butt and it tastes great,” said Beth draining Stacy’s rectum.  “But they get it honestly.  Their mother, Sarah Lynn, has been in and out of detox for years.  She passed out in the limousine.  We practically had to carry her into the Plaza.”

    “Linda went to Smith.  I almost went there,” said Stacy revealing something she shouldn’t have before drawing Beth’s unusually long and prominent clitoris into her mouth and sucking it like a mini-cock.

    “We all did,” said Beth.  “You seem awful nice for a prostitute.”

    “Thank you,” said Stacy.  “So why did they decide to come here tonight?”

    “Jealous rage is the reason, to put it honestly.  Both sisters are control freaks when it comes to men.  They made us come.  During dinner Rozz opened her big mouth and said Mike, one of the two groomsmen she’s currently screwing, had called her to say the guys got kicked out of Scores and were going to the Park Plaza where Cliff was going to get the bell captain to arrange for some hookers.”

   “Hookers and bachelor parties go together like bacon and eggs,” said Stacy sliding a finger in Beth’s rectum.

    “Shit that feels good. Linda only agreed Cliff could have a party for his brother after she made him swear on the family bible there wouldn’t be any ladies of the evening involved.  After what happened with his administrative assistant at the bank, she doesn’t trust him.”

    “What happened at the bank,” asked Stacy slipping another finger in Beth’s anus.

    “Big stinking scandal, he knocked her up and she threatened to take him to court for sexual harassment.  It was a setup but a good one.  She had a husband and two kids.  Her husband videotaped the whole thing.  It cost a fortune to buy her off.”

    “Cliff likes to stray.  Now why am I not surprised,” said Stacy working her tongue from Beth’s clit to her anus.    

    “I love the way you’re eating my pussy and ass.  Escorts must get a lot of opportunity for oral sex.  I’m going to marry Tyler but I really prefer girls.”

    “Good for you,” said Stacy.  “A modern woman needs options our mothers didn’t have.  So what brought you here?”

    “Rozz opened her big mouth while we were having the most delicious desserts.  Helen and Linda were furious.  Linda went ballistic and started throwing dishes.  If Mrs. Carlson hadn’t been there, the owner would have called the police.  Once we calmed Linda down, she insisted we leave the restaurant and come here,” said Beth.

    “Big mistake,” said Stacy working her fingers into Beth’s holes as she licked circles around her clitoris.

    “I’m going to come, now” said Beth seconds before she climaxed. “Then I’ll better go fuck my fiancé.  If I don’t do him now he won’t be able to get a hardon.”

    After Beth had climaxed she asked Stacy for a business card saying she might employ her services in the future.

    “I’m not totally into men,” was how she phrased it.

    It was during those first few confrontational moments the strange and unexpected course of the evening was set.  The fact both Darren and Cliff in their drunken state ignored Helen and Linda’s arrival and continued to fuck Stacy enraged the sisters.   They rushed forward, pushed Darren and Cliff aside and grabbed Stacy’s hair hauling her to her feet.

   “You slut,” yelled Helen slapping Stacy hard on the cheek.  The shock of the blow brought Stacy out of her mellow orgasmic state.  She easily blocked Helen’s incoming second slap then countered with a fist to Helen’s midsection resulting in the bride-to-be falling to her knees retching and gasping for breath.  A follow up kick to the vulva left Helen writhing on the floor clutching her pussy.

    “How dare hit my baby sister,” screamed Linda jumping on Stacy’s back.  Stacy quickly flipped her over her shoulder onto the heavy wooden coffee table.  She landed with a loud thud on her back.

    Stacy’s martial arts training had paid off.  The impact of Linda’s head against the wooden surface stunned the drunken wife who lay moaning with her dress up around her waist exposing her askew and pee stained thong panty.  The sight of Helen sprawled helpless with one labia partially exposed gave Stacy an idea about how she wanted Darren’s bachelor party to continue.  Responding to the commotion and true to the escort’s code of standing by your fellow whores in case of trouble, Laurie and Chantal appeared at her side ready to confront the remaining half dozen females.

    “We’re not here to fight,” said the one called Beth speaking collectively for the rest who were definitely not up for taking on what they assumed were three street hardened prostitutes.

    “Then everyone get undressed,” said Stacy taking hold of Helen’s hair and pulling her to her feet.  Stacy turned Helen around to unhook and unzip her dress before allowing it to drop to the floor.  In a matter of seconds, a dazed Helen was left in her bra, panty, and hose.

    “What are you doing?  Leave my granddaughter alone,” said the older woman standing at the back?

    “I’m getting the bride ready to fuck.  This is a bachelor party and I was hired to make sure everyone present leaves feeling well fucked.  The rest of you take off your clothes or we’ll take them off for you,” said Stacy relieving Helen of her bra.  “Ha, 32B, no wonder Darren went nuts over my boobs” said Stacy reading the label as she slipped Helen’s thong down her legs.

    “No way, I’m not undressing” said the bridesmaid named Rosalind.  “We’ll just leave.”

    “No, you’re not, Honey.  Get undressed unless you want me to cut your face,” said Laurie brandishing the knife she’d retrieved from her purse.  Laurie following Stacy’s example, grabbed a terrified Rozz and spun her around to unzip her dress and push it to the floor.

    “You can’t do this to us,” said one of the other bridesmaids.

    “Sure we can,” said Chantal launching a karate kick that landed her foot on the side of the girl’s face.  She collapsed to the floor sobbing.

    “Now, you heard Serena, everyone, off with the clothes,” said Chantal lifting the sobbing girl to her feet then slapping her.  “I am going to kick the shit out of all of you if you’re not naked in sixty seconds.”   The terrified girl immediately reached behind to unzip her dress.

    “Mike, are you going to let them do this to us,” asked Rozz, another of the bridesmaids.

    “Hey, she’s got a knife.  You shouldn’t have come here, Rozz.  This was our party,” said Mike not getting up from the carpet.  Until just a few moments ago he had been happily pumping his cock into Laurie’s pussy.  Mike was pissed his girlfriend had shown up at the party and interrupted what was turning out to be a memorable evening.

    “You two take care of the bride,” said Stacy pushing a now naked Helen into the arms of two men who had been waiting their turn with Stacy.

    “What do you want us to do with her,” one of them asked?

    “Stick your cocks in her mouth and pussy.  I’ll give you more instructions later,” said Stacy rolling Linda over to unzip her dress.

    “Hey Darren, you all right with this,” one of the two asked?

    “Why the fuck not, she shouldn’t have come here.  This was my party,” said a drunken and pissed off Darren.

    The two lowered an unresisting Helen to the carpet.  She was too terrified of Stacy to protest.

    “I always wanted to fuck you,” said one of the men as he spread her legs then climbed between them.  He spit in his palm then rubbed it over his cock.

    “It’ll be so fucking cool tomorrow when old man Carlson walks you down the aisle in your wedding dress and you’re thinking about how every one of us has screwed you,” said the other forcing her mouth open.  “Open up, Helen, time for the bride to show how much she appreciates Darren’s friends.”

    “Here goes, Helen,” said the man working his erect penis into her vagina then beginning a slow rhythmic motion.

    Helen moaned as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around her lover. The room’s occupants watched in dead silence, as the bride was the first to be fucked.  Laurie broke the silence.

    “Are you bitches going to get undressed or do I have to carve my initials in somebody’s tits,” said Laurie brandishing her knife?

    Except for the older woman towards the back, the group began to undress. After a struggle, Stacy had managed to tug Linda’s dress off.

    “Borrow your knife,” asked Stacy reaching for the blade Laurie held.  The razor sharp blade easily cut the waistbands of Linda’s thong and bra.  Stacy handed the knife back as she pulled the material between Linda’s legs.

   “Come here, Cliff,” said Stacy pulling Linda to where the upper half of her body was resting on the table.  

   Cliff looking dazed stroked his cock as he knee walked the few feet to where his wife lay quietly moaning.  As he arrived, Stacy straddled Linda facing Cliff.  She grabbed Linda’s buttocks apart exposing her wrinkled anus.

    “Is this what your wife hasn’t been letting you have,” asked Stacy her fingers pulling open Linda’s sphincter?

    “Yes,” said Cliff still stroking his cock his eyes fixed on Linda’s anus.

    “Why is the bitch holding out on you?  Doesn’t she know that you work your tail off to provide for her and the kids,” said Stacy sticking her fingers in Linda’s butthole causing her to moan?

    “She’s a cunt,” muttered Cliff.  “She thinks she owns me because her family’s got money.”

     “But tonight’s different.  You’re going to fuck her in her ass.  Let me open her up for you,” said Stacy using the index fingers of both hands to stretch her anus apart.  Stacy leaned down and licked the open hole then spit in it.  

    “She told me it’s nasty and it’ll hurt,” said Cliff staring intently at his wife’s open anus.

    “Screw that shit. Cliff, you’re the man.  You take what you want.  Show the selfish cunt whose boss,” said Stacy.

    “Right,” said Cliff knee walking the last step needed for his cockhead to enter the hole Stacy had stretched open.

    “Now, prove what kind of man you are, Cliff,” said Stacy kissing him hard on the mouth as his cock traveled up his wife’s ass.  Linda sobbed in pain as Cliff impaled her.

    “Right, the bitch deserves it,” said Cliff using the table to raise himself to a crouch above his wife’s rear.  He reached forward to grab a fistful of Linda’s long auburn hair.  He pulled hard enough to lift her head off the table as he began to trust into her ass.

   “Open up, Linda,” said one of the men taking a position in front of her.   There was an audible gasp from the onlookers as Linda opened her mouth and the cock slid between her lips.

   “Each of you guys take one of our unwelcome guests and give them what Cliff’s giving Linda. This is a backdoor party,” said Stacy.  “Laurie, you watch the door in case someone decides to leave without putting out.”

    The males quickly moved to the now naked females, grabbed their hands and took them a few feet before forcing them down on the carpet.  In a few seconds, they were all being penetrated.  One of the men rolled the passed out bride’s mother off the chair onto the floor.  He positioned her face down over an ottoman.  He pushed her skirt up exposing her bottom. A helpful Laurie cut her panty off.  Once her backside was exposed, he used a combination of fingers and spit to prepare her asshole before he took her anally.  

   When Stacy surveyed the situation, she was surprised at the brutally of the men.  Seven of the new arrivals had a hard cock pounding their ass.  Loud painful slaps were being applied to naked backsides.  She had unleashed a tidal wave of male resentment

    “What about her,” asked Chantal referring to the elegant looking elderly lady who was standing with one hand on a chair to steady her?  Dressed in a two-piece Chanel suit and too much jewelry she had the distinctive look of old money.  Stacy recognized the type.  Her mother had friends like that.

    “I’ll handle her.  Go have some fun,” said Stacy to Chantal as she approached the woman.

    “Don’t you dare touch me, young lady,” she said as Stacy stepped directly in front of her.

    “What’s your name,” asked Stacy?

    “Mrs. Clarence Rogers Carlson,” said the woman.

    “Clarence, don’t you think that’s sort of mannish,” said Stacy putting her arms around the woman’s slim waist pulling her hard against her nude body.  “Are you a dyke?”

    “My name’s Roxanne, my Mother was French.  Keep your hands to yourself,” she said taking hold of Stacy’s wrists.

    “With a taste for Cyrano de Bergerac,” said Stacy slipping behind Roxanne to remove her jacket.

    “So you’ve read one book.  Does that make you an educated whore?  Stop undressing me,” said Roxanne.

    “It might if I read it in French,” said Stacy tossing the jacket over the chair back.  Returning to Roxanne’s front, Stacy began to unbutton her blouse.  Roxanne started to reach up to stop Stacy then dropped her hands.

    “What are you going to do to me,” asked Roxanne?  “I’m too old to stop you.”

    “Strip you naked.  Have sex with you.  I’ll be your top girl and you’ll be my bitch.  When I get bored give you to the others,” said Stacy pulling Roxanne’s silk blouse out of the skirt’s waistband.

    “You should respect my age.  I’m old enough to be your grandmother,” said Roxanne.

    “I know.  Your granddaughter Helen looks to be about my age,” said Stacy tossing the blouse on top of the jacket then pulling the lace camisole over Roxanne’s head.

    Stacy pulled Roxanne to her, looked into her eyes then kissed her as she reached in back to unhook and unzip her skirt.  Stacy allowed it to fall to the floor.  She slipped her hands underneath the waistbands of the half slip, panty hose, and panty and took hold of Roxanne’s bare bottom pulling her hard against her sex as they kissed

    “In my entire life, I have never done anything sexual with another female,” said Roxanne when the kiss ended.  “I’ve always considered it loathsome and disgusting.”

    “Then you should remember this night.  Your granddaughters are no strangers to pussy,” said Stacy looking over her shoulder at the two women.  Helen was in the cowgirl position anally riding a cock with her face buried in Chantal’s crotch.  Her hands had a tight grip on Chantal’s buttocks as she pushed her tongue into her vagina.

    “Their mother, Sarah Lynne, was once in love with another girl but I put an end to it.  Young girls are different today.  They have no morals whatsoever,” said Roxanne placing her arms around Stacy’s waist.  

   “Not like in your day,” said Stacy moving her hands to unhook and remove Roxanne’s bra.  When her small breasts were free, Stacy leaned down to kiss one nipple then the other.

    “You have a beautiful body,” said Roxanne shivering from the effect of Stacy’s kiss on her breasts.  “Why do you choose to degrade yourself this way?”

    “Economic and sociological reasons, prostitution can be highly remunerative,” said Stacy kneeling down to remove Roxanne’s shoes, slip, pantyhose and panty.  While still on her knees she untangled the rolled up garments then tossed them on the chair with the rest of Roxanne’s clothes.

   “I’m old and ugly now but once I was pretty like you,” said Roxanne looking down at the still kneeling Stacy.

    “You’re not so bad.  Besides, old and ugly turns me on,” said Stacy once more taking hold of Roxanne’s buttocks for support as she buried her face in Roxanne’s sex.  Roxanne widened her stance as she felt the effect of Stacy’s mouth on her clitoris.

   “When was the last time you had a good fuck, Roxanne,” asked Stacy taking long slow licks of her vagina.

   “It’s been a while.  I’m not sure,” said Roxanne closing her eyes to concentrate on Stacy’s oral stimulation of her sex.

    “Let’s step over to the couch.  You can lick my pussy while one of the young studs sodomises you.  You wouldn’t want to be the only one here who didn’t get ass fucked,” said Stacy standing up to take her by the hand.

   “Whores, one and all,” said Roxanne as they passed Sarah Lynne and her granddaughters.  Sarah Lynne was moaning loudly while two of the males were taking turns pounding their cocks in her mouth and ass.

   “Don’t worry, Roxanne.  I won’t leave you out of the anal action,” said Stacy pushing her down on the couch then straddling her face.  “Before we’re done, you’re going to know how it feels to have a cock in your butt, maybe more than one if you’re lucky.”

   Stacy had thought it would take threats of violence to get Roxanne Carlson to go down on her but the elderly lady began to slowly dip her tongue into Stacy’s overflowing hole.

   “Look at Mother,” said a now partially awake Sarah Lynn from nearby where one of the groomsmen was rhythmically slamming his cock into her asshole.  “My God, Mother is eating that whore’s pussy.  I never thought I’d live to see that.”

   

***

   

    “Keep licking my clit and fingering my pussy like a good bitch.  I have a call to make,” said Stacy looking down at a grunting Roxanne who was performing credibly in spite of her age and the large cock slamming into her three score and ten vagina.  Roxanne’s thin silvery legs were resting on top of one of the tanned groomsmen’s shoulders as he drunkenly followed Stacy’s direction to fuck the living hell out of grandmother.

    The groomsmen’s lips were sucking hard on Stacy’s nipple alternating with Roxanne’s.  Stacy realized that by sheer chance she had tapped into some very deep reservoirs of resentment by New York’s society males toward the females who dominated the social register.  She wasn’t sure what inclined the women to accept the harsh treatment and brutal fucking they were receiving as a result.  Maybe it was the booze, or guilt of just a woman’s need to have a cock slamming into their asshole while some stud mangled her nipples.  Perhaps it was all three that motivated the doyen of the social scene to subject herself to lapping cum out of a hooker’s cunt while a boy a third her age savaged her aged holes and stretched her nipples out like rubber bands.  Roxanne’s doing okay now but she’s going be bruised and sore tomorrow decided Stacy as she reached for a nearby phone.

   “Ride her hard, Mike.  Mash her clit.  Pinch her nipples.  She likes it rough,” said Stacy covering the phone as she dialed the two-digit number for the bell captain that the Park Plaza conveniently printed on the telephone faceplate.

   “I need to speak to Isaac, please,” said Stacy when the phone answered.

   “Isaac Winston speaking, how may I help you?”

   “Isaac, this is Serena.”

   “Sorry but I don’t recognize your name.  May I have your room number, please?”

   “You fucked me and my two co-workers earlier then you took us to the Prince of Wales Suite,” said Stacy.  “I’m hooking for Cosmopolitan.”

   “What’s up, Serena, run out of lube?”

   “No, cock, the guys have all emptied their gun and there’s pussy dying to be fucked,” said Stacy.  “We need some hung men up here who know how to give a slut what she really needs.”

   “As I recall there were three of you and twelve of them,” said Isaac.  “Is nymphomania going around?”

   “Eight more females arrived expecting to be serviced,” said Serena rubbing her wet cunt over Roxanne’s face.

   “Did that group of drunken bitches who arrived an hour ago, show up there,” asked Isaac? He had been busy elsewhere when the Carlson party staggered across the lobby to the elevators.  One of his bellman had told him about it.

   “Yes, that was the batchelorette party.  Grandmother Roxanne Carlson is eating my pussy as we speak,” said Stacy.   “She begged me to make her my bitch.  The mother, bride, and sister are really into anal and the men are too drunk to find the backdoor.”

   “That’s The Carlson family, Serena. Those people got juice,” said Isaac.

    “Right now, Roxanne Carlson is munching my rug and swallowing my juice,” said Stacy.

   “You got to be shitting me.  Old lady Carlson owns mega blocks of prime Manhattan real estate.  Security was going to stop them from getting on the elevator but someone recognized them and warned Security off,” said Isaac.  “What happened?”

    “They barged in and interrupted a perfectly respectable party for the groom whose cock I was sucking at the time.   I decided to put them in their place.  But the guys were pretty drunk to start with and not able to perform more than a couple of times.  I was wondering if any of your staff would like to join the party.  There’s plenty of booze and food, plus a large bowl of white powder I assume is coke.  And they get to fuck the bride’s family and friends in the orifice of their choice.”

    “You may be in luck.  The shift ends at midnight in less than ten minutes. I could send a dozen studs your way but what’s in it for me?”

    “You can join in.  One day you can tell your grandchildren about how you fucked three generations of Carlson females in the ass,” said Stacy.

     “I’ll need a thousand to set this up,” said Isaac.

     “Seven hundred,” said Serena.  “That’s all the cash I have on me.”

     “Done but I’m bringing my new Sony digital camera.  I’m going to take a few pics for my scrapbook.”

     “That’s okay as long as you don’t take any pictures of me or the other two Cosmo girls.  And I mean that.  Cross me and I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to you,” said Stacy.

     “You and the other two are out of the pictures.  I promise,” said Isaac.

     “Just make sure they like girls unless they are girls,” said Stacy.

     “I’ll only send straights.  They’re going to love Jamal.  He’s known as Tripod.  Guy’s got a cock you wouldn’t believe unless you saw it.”

     “Maybe I’ll give him a try.  Hurry up,” said Stacy hanging up.

    It was less than ten minutes before a good dozen bellman including Marty and Leon arrived. Two were females.

     “Welcome to the Myers-Carlson Bachelor Party,” shouted Stacy kissing Marty and Leon on the cheek.  “There’s plenty, of food, booze, and coke.  And all you have to do to earn it is pick a hole and stick your cock in it.”

    “I haven’t got a cock,” said one of the females as she unbuttoned her uniform.   “I’m Leila and this is Cerise.”

    “Do you want your rug munched,” asked Chantal?

    “Sure,” said Leila.  “Cerise and I prefer girls.”

    “Then come over here with us.  We’ve got a daisy chain going,” said Chantal.

    “Isaac said I was to see you,” said a tall black bellman.

    “You must be Jamal,” said Stacy.

    “That be me,” said Jamal.

    “Let’s see it,” said Stacy.

    “Nice,” said Stacy hefting the extremely large black cock that appeared when he dropped his trousers.

    “I got a job for you.  It involves ass fucking four white women,” said Stacy.  “These are society types and they love having black dick in their tush.”

    “I need fifty a hole,” said Jamal slowly stroking his cock.

    “New York is such an expensive place to get laid.  All right, two hundred for the four but I want these bitches ass fucked to the max.  Don’t be nice about it.”

    “I promise you when I’m done, they won’t shit for a month,” said Jamal.

    “And afterwards, you and I can get together for some serious fucking,” said Stacy.

     A half hour later, Stacy slipped Isaac the money as they watched Jamal slam his cock in a sobbing Helen’s bleeding asshole.  Stacy with Jamal’s help had arranged the four Carlson women in a row.  They were lying face down with a throw pillow elevating their midsection.  Moments before, Stacy handed Jamal two hundred dollars she had borrowed from Chantal.

    Isaac moved close to get a good picture of each woman’ face as the very large black cock forced its way into her rectum.  Sarah Lynne, the mother, managed to remain passed out throughout the event so she was the most surprised when two weeks later, her husband showed her the pictures on an amateur porn site.

***

   

    “I am totally three hole fucked out,” said Chantal as the three hookers entered the limo.  It was starting to get light when Stacy taped on the window waking Malcolm.  Moments before Stacy had roused Chantal and Laurie who were fast asleep in a pile of naked bodies. Somehow they managed to find enough clothes to dress and leave.

    Stacy took a final look around before leaving the Prince of Wales suite.  The room was a mess with food and booze scattered everywhere along with clumps of naked people.  Every glass surface was covered in white powder.  Roxanne Carlson was curled up in Jamal’s arms.  She’d promised to take care of him, buy him a Rolex and put him in a nice apartment in a building she owned.  She was even going to get him a better job.  All he had to do was fuck her once a day.

    Darren the groom had fallen asleep between the two female bellmen.  The Carlson daughters and mother were passed out in a pile of naked flesh.  The party had a certain Roman orgy quality thought Stacy as she quietly closed the door.  Nero would have been proud of me.

    “My orifices need a rest,” added Laurie. “Especially my jaw, I honestly believe I ate every pussy and sucked every cock in the room.”

    “Looks like I’m all you’re going to get, Malcolm, and I’m worn out,” said Stacy reclining on the seat and closing her eyes.  “If you come upstairs, my roommate Portia will take care of you.”

    “All right,” said Malcolm.

    “I would love to be a fly on the church wall when the bride walks down the aisle,” said Laurie.

    “You mean limps down the aisle,” said Stacy laughing.    

    “Sore butts all around,” said Chantal.  “Those rich cunts are going to the church with a bad case of hemorrhoids.  The bride’s rosebud was hanging out two inches.”

    “Jamal ought to register his cock as a deadly weapon,” said Stacy.  “He has incredible staying power.”

    “The two of you reminded me of something you’d see on Animal Planet when a pair of cheetahs go at it,” said Chantal.

    “I couldn’t help myself.  I got excited,” said Stacy recalling the ferocious coupling of her and Jamal when there were only a few partygoers still standing.

    “You three sound like you had a good time,” said Malcolm as he pulled out in early morning traffic.

    “The best thanks to Serena.  The bride, her family, and friends showed up to ruin everything but Serena turned what could have been a disaster into the orgy of the year,” said Chantal.

    “There has to be forty naked bodies up there,” said Laurie.

    “They were all sleeping peacefully when we left but in a few hours there is going to be some mighty unhappy folks at the Park Plaza,” said Stacy.

    The next month’s Town and Country magazine featured the Helen Carlson – Darren Myers wedding.  Members of the wedding party looked tired and unhappy especially the bride’s matron of honor and her mother.

Chapter 59 Hiding the Weapon

 

    “Let’s find some place where we can move around.  We’re going to do everything you said you wanted and I need space,” said Stacy while exchanging hot feverish kisses with Tice.

    “You get me so fucking hot.  I feel like I’m on fire,” said Tice squeezing Stacy’s breasts in his hands as he pressed her against the wall.  His body molded to hers.

    “And I’ve got a present for you,” said Stacy taking his hand to her crotch.  “It’s hot and gooey and it’s all yours.”

    The ejaculate of her last five customers was sealed in her vagina while her rectum contained three loads.

   “Oh baby and you’re going to make me eat it, right,” said Tice.

   “Damn right I am.  You’re going to suck out every drop and swallow it; then tell me how delicious it tastes,” said Stacy.

    Tice had confided his desire to perform orally on her after she had serviced customers in the booths but she had put him off until now.   Thanks to Portia, she was more than ready.

    When her shift ended, she met Tice in the tiny janitor’s closet.  The smell of wet mop and disinfectant was overwhelming.  They had been making out for several minutes in the cramped hot space.  Stacy’s shirt was up to her armpits.  Tice had been sucking hard on the tit he’d lifted out of her bra.  Stacy allowed her passion free reign.  It was important for Tice to think she was dying for his cock.

    “Is it really full of spunk,” asked Tice his excitement increasing as he placed his hand on hers pressing against her sex?

    “Both orifices are filled to the brim and I brought some medical toys for us to play with.  I’m even going to dress up as a nurse.  I want this to be special,” said Stacy wrapping both her arms around his shoulders and tongue kissing him.

    Stacy’s vaginal and rectal openings were sealed with a custom molded stopper.  It was Portia’s idea.  It manufacture employed the same method, factories used to protect workers from harmful noise levels.

    “My uncle worked in a foundry.  Every quarter an OSHA rep would show up.  He’d hand out this ear protection kit.  Each worker would mix two binary compounds and pour it their ears.  While it hardened, they’d watch a ten minute movie on plant safety,” said Portia.  “It’ll work just as well on a vagina or an anus.  The finished plug will provide a tight fit and nothing will leak; plus since it is properly contoured and made of a soft flexible material it will be comfortable.  You could wear it all day and forget its there.”

    “Is there anything you don’t know about,” asked Stacy getting into a position elevating her hips and spreading her legs?

    “Yes, many things,” said Portia shaking the small plastic bottle mixing the two substances.

    They had giggled like schoolgirls as Portia poured the quick forming substance into Stacy’s vagina.  Exactly ten minutes later, Portia extracted a rough glob of material that was an exact match of the contours of the first two inches of Stacy’s pussy.  A small plastic ring attached to a string allowed Stacy to easily remove the plug.  They repeated the procedure for Stacy’s sphincter.

    “Neat,” said Portia holding the oddly shaped plug and admiring it before she gave it a kiss.

    “Taste like rubber.  Now let’s make one for you,” said Stacy as the two embraced.

    “Why,” asked Portia?

    “I’ll have it cast in bronze and wear it as a charm,” said Stacy laughing.

    “It would be cool to get a fill up from Monk and Les in the morning then keep it inside me all day,” said Portia reaching for another kit

    “And you could make them taste it after it marinated for twelve hours,” said Stacy.

    “Vintage jism aged in warm pussy.  Sounds delicious,” said Portia mixing the two binary chemicals that formed the mold material.

    “Tice has been begging me not to douche after I dance.  I want to eat your cream pie he keeps saying.  But I’ve been putting him off.  I want him so desperate he’ll do anything I want,” said Stacy taking the small bottle of viscous material from Portia.

     “Put ten minutes on the timer,” said Portia as she rolled over on her back elevating her hips with the help of two pillows.  

     Stacy told her last five customers it was her twenty-second birthday and she was celebrating by fucking twenty-two men but only charging for oral.  By keeping her pelvis rotated and using the plugs between fucks she managed to capture and hold five large ejaculations in her vagina.  The three in her anus came last.  Skeletor deposited a large load deep in Stacy’s bowels.

    “Let’s go in the arcade,” said Tice reaching down to lift her skirt.  His large hands grabbed her bare bottom pulling her hard against his manhood.

    “There’s no room in there, baby. And the last time, a roach crawled up my leg while I was sucking you off,” said Stacy.  “Besides, I brought all my special toys, even a costume like you wanted.  Find us some room to more around and I’ll give you the wildest fuck you’ve ever had.”

    “Can we go to your place,” asked Tice?

    “No, Portia only allowed me to stay if I promised not to bring any men home.  That’s the downside of living with a committed dyke even if the rent’s free.  Is your wife home?” said Stacy grinding her sex against Tice.

    “Yeah, she’s always home when she’s not visiting her mother in Jersey,” said Tice his lust reaching the point he was losing control.

    “There’s no one upstairs.  Zena said the big boss is in Vegas and won’t be back for a couple of days.”

    “No one is allowed up there.”

    “Even security, you could just say you were checking things out.  Making sure everything was okay.”

     “It’s against the rules.  I could get fired.”

     “Who’s to know?  Have you got a key?”

     “Yeah, I got a master.  Fire department requires someone on site have a master in case there is an alarm.”

     “It’s up to you.  But you’ve been asking for me to give you a cream pie and one of my special sessions.  My cunt’s full of paste.  I’ve got a bag of medical toys to play with.  And I’m horny, as hell and willing to do anything you want.  All you have to do is name it.  Now do you want what I got or do I go home and give it to Portia?”

     “We’ll have to keep quiet and not mess anything up,” said Tice.

     “I’ll be careful.  I promise,” said Stacy molding her body against Tice’s as she flicked her tongue in his ear.

     “All right, you’re worth it,” said Tice,

     “Nice,” said Stacy when Tice opened the second of the two heavy doors leading to the upstairs.

     “Place is built like Fort Knox, only better.  A couple of years ago, Mr. Serrentino had a contractor gut the place and totally rebuild it with the latest anti-surveillance materials.  The architectural firm had done work for the State Department and the CIA so they know everything there is to know about avoiding ease dropping. The walls are soundproof.  No one in the outer office can hear what’s going on in Mr. Serrentino’s office and vice versa.  And no one outside including downstairs can hear shit either.”

     “So nobody is going to hear Pussy Boy scream when Mistress Serena turns his bottom red,” said Stacy.

     “Are you going to whip me, Mistress?  I’ve been a bad boy and I should be punished,” said Tice taking Stacy in his arms.

     “You’ll scream, I promise,” said Stacy.  “I’m surprised the Feds haven’t bugged the place.”

     “There are electronics to prevent anyone from planting a bug and listening in.  Even the telephones are special so the Feds can’t put a wiretap on them,” said Tice as they entered the outer office, the room where Stacy on her drug runs had experienced the leering stares of Mr. Serrentino’s bodyguards.

    “Who was the interior decorator?  Did I ever tell you I plan to become an interior decorator after I quit dancing,” asked Stacy?

    “You still got a few years left on you.  The guy who did Mr. Serrentino’s office in Las Vegas did it.  Money was no problem,” said Tice.

    The décor was obviously done by a professional with an unlimited budget.  There were several expensive looking leather couches and chairs, a long conference table, a sink, microwave, and a small refrigerator.  A large screen television dominated one wall and oil paintings the others.  A collection of DVDs was arranged by title in a walnut case below the television.  Stacy took a quick look at the titles.  They were mostly, but not all, hardcore porn other than the collection of the Godfather films.

    “Jesus, so this is where the big man hangs his hat,” said Stacy.

    “No, this is for his personal security. His office is through that door,” said Tice.

    “Can I see it,” asked Stacy walking quickly towards the door.

    “We shouldn’t go in there,” said Tice looking concerned.

    “I’ll be careful,” said Stacy quickly stepping through the door and turning on the light switch.  “Jesus, this is something.”  On her previous visits the only light had been the desk lamp on Mr. Serrentino’s desk.  When Stacy turned the switch, an executive office worthy of a Fortune 50 CEO appeared before her eyes.

     “Serena, come out of there, please,” said Tice standing in the doorway.

    “All right, don’t get your bowels in an uproar,” said Stacy turning off the light and stepping back out of the room.

    “How do we start?” asked Tice?

    Stacy opened the large nylon athletic bag Tice had carried upstairs for her and took out a leather hood.  “Put this on, Pussy Boy.  I don’t want you to see me change.  I want it to be a surprise.”

    Tice took a seat on the couch.  Stacy put the tight fitting leather hood over his head and zipped it shut.  She unzipped the holes covering his nose and mouth.

     “Now, Pussy Boy, you sit quietly and don’t make a sound while Mistress Serena changes,” said Stacy as she pushed the tight spandex skirt down her legs.

    From the first time Stacy had sex with Tice she knew he was a submissive with a desire to be dominated and suffer pain.

    “Squeeze my nuts.  I like it to hurt,” pleaded Tice as soon as Stacy dropped to her knees.

    When Stacy reported this newly discovered fact to the Club Josephine team noting her lack of experience as a dominatrix, Reynolds had volunteered his wife, Stephanie, to train Stacy.  Stephanie, as it turns out, was a practicing Boston dominatrix with her own WEB site and a long list of clients.  She and Reynolds had met when he scheduled a session with her that included forced feminization.

    Sir Charles arranged for Stephanie to come to New York and work with Stacy.

     “There’s a physical side to domination and a psychological side.  Anyone can handle the physical stuff, its getting into their head and figuring out what they really want, that’s tough,” said Stephanie when discussing Tice with Stacy and Portia.

   Mistress Stephanie arranged for three training sessions at a mid town dungeon owned by a friend and fellow dominatrice.  Stacy’s experience with Faye and the Talbots proved useful.

    “Timing is very important,” said Mistress Stephanie standing over Portia who had volunteered to serve as a slave.  Portia was restrained over a punishment bench with a pump gag in her mouth.  Mistress Stephanie wielding a nine-strand kangaroo flogger brought the whip around in an arc to land of Portia’s thighs. “Never rush and always start with moderate force and build intensity.  Here, since you and Portia are lovers, you whip her.”

    Over the next hour, Stacy learned how to gage the slave’s reaction to the whip.  Stephanie emphasized bringing the submissive to the breaking point then halting before finally taking them over the edge to a catharsis.

    “Most submissives want to be punished for something they did as a child.  Oddly enough, they’re asking for punishment they either didn’t receive or wish had been more severe.  You see this in the role play they request,” said Mistress Stephanie while monitoring Stacy’s flogging of Portia.

     “Can you give me an example,” asked a sweat covered Stacy carefully placing her next blow two inches above the last.  Portia’s skin bore red stripes from the back of her knees to her shoulders.

     “A female executive I dominate was caught masturbating by her parents.  She was on a chaise lying naked by the backyard swimming pool when they unexpectedly came home.   What they did not catch was her sucking the cock of the pool boy who had left moment before.  They were your typical New England liberals.  They gave her a lecture about being more discreet and an age appropriate guide to female masturbation,” said Stephanie.

     “Doesn’t sound traumatic,” said Stacy running her hands over the warm whelps on Portia’s bottom.

     “I completely agree.  But for some reason it looms large in Deirdre’s psyche.  In our role-play, I walk in to find her playing with herself using a very large and uncomfortable dildo.  I’m furious with her.  I slap her and call her all manner of names.  Then she is restrained over my punishment bench.  The next hour is spent turning her backside beet red.”

    “How does it end,” asked Stacy resuming her flogging of Portia?

    “She tearfully grovels at my feet begging my forgiveness.  I forgive her and allow her to eat my pussy while she masturbates to a climax.  Not the worst way to earn five hundred dollars in two hours.”

     By the end of the third session, Mistress Stephanie declared Stacy to be an expert with the crop, flogger, paddle, and cane.  “You’re a natural, Stacy.  If you ever want to get into the domination business, give me a call.”

    Satisfied Stacy could handle the physical aspects of domination, the next step involved learning Tice’s particular need for punishment.     Stacy invited Tice for coffee at a shop around the corner where they had engaged in a serious conversation about sado-masochism.

    “Tell me what really turns you on, Tice.  In Los Angeles you meet all kinds.  I’ve still got my toys.  You’ve done me a lot of favors and help me get the job.  I owe you.  Plus I think you’re kind of cute,” said Stacy after they had gotten a double mocha cappuccino and were seated.  A tiny microphone in Stacy’s ear allowed Stephanie to listen to the conversation and make suggestions.  Stephanie, located in a van outside the coffee shop, made copious notes as she listened and offered the occasional suggestion.

    “It’s kind of hard for me to say, being a guy but I like a woman who takes charge and is the boss, especially if she’s dressed like a nurse,” said Tice looking around to make sure no one was listening.

    “Don’t be embarrassed.  I sensed that about you.  Why a nurse,” asked Stacy?

    “This might not make much sense.  I passed out one day in school, appendicitis.  When I woke up in the hospital, this pretty young nurse comes in and announces she had to shave my groin area for the operation.”

    “And you got a boner,” said Stacy reaching under the table to rub Tice’s cock.

    “And how, I was so embarrassed I wanted to die.  But her hand kept brushing against my cock,” said Tice.  “I think she did it on purpose.”

    “So what happened,” asked Stacy?

    “After she finishes shaving me, she asked if I wanted her to take care of my erection.”

    “You must have been in a good hospital,” said Stacy.  “You said yes, I assume.”

    “Yes, but as soon as she put her hand around my dick, I blew my load,” said Tice.  “I felt totally humiliated.”

    “So, that’s what got you into nurses,” said Stacy reaching across the table to take hold of Tice’s hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

    “It must have.  I even married one but getting her to touch my cock requires an act of Congress,” said Tice. I like to be examined by the doctor.  Three years ago, I had some problems with my prostate, nothing cancerous, so I have to have an examination every three months. I have a female doctor.”

    “And it gives you an erection when she opens up your butt and checks out your prostate,” said Stacy.

    “I jerk off driving away from her office,” said Tice.        

    “Sweetie, I sensed that was true.  I needed you to tell me specifics so I can tailor a session that will be the greatest experience of your life.  Now what do you want Serena to do? Whatever it is I’ll make it happen,” said Stacy putting her hand on his.

    “All right,” said Tice taking both Stacy’s hands in his and squeezing them lightly.  “I know you’re the kind of person I can trust.  I want you to dominate and hurt me.  My wife won’t do it.  She called me a pervert for suggesting it to her.”

    “Tice, I’m flattered you’ve learned to trust me after you’ve known me such a short time.  I’ll take care of you, darling, and give you what you need.  You’re not a pervert.  Lots of guys have the same needs as you.  Just put yourself in Mistress Serena’s hands and she’ll take you to the moon and back.”

    Tice turned out to have multiple sexual hang-ups including a desire to perform orally on an Oasis dancer whose vagina and rectum contained semen.

    By the time they finished their coffee, Mistress Stephanie had a list of Tice’s preferences.  “Crazy bastard is a walking encyclopedia of perversions.  This is going to be interesting,” was Mistress Stephanie’s comments after reading over her notes.

    The athletic bag contained items provided by Mistress Stephanie along with two Sig Sauer nine-millimeter semi-automatic pistols.

    Stacy quickly changed into the version of a nurse’s uniform Mistress Stephanie and Portia had designed.  The white mini-dress was almost unbuttoned to the waist partially exposing her braless breasts.  Her nametag read, ‘Nurse Serena, RN.’  A garter belt suspended her white hose whose tops were three inches short of the dress hem.  Four inch white pumps and a tiny white cap completed the output.  A riding crop dangled from her wrist.  Her only accessory was a stethoscope hanging from her neck.

    “Showtime,” whispered Stacy to herself using the television screen for a mirror for a final costume check.   She walked quickly to the couch, pulled Tice to his feet.  “All right, Pussy Boy, get undressed quickly. Nurse Serena has not got all day.”

    Tice took a second to admire Stacy’s costume then began to strip.  

    “Faster, Pussy Boy,” commanded Stacy emphasizing her statement with a swap on Tice’s bare bottom.

    “Yes, Nurse Serena,” said Tice speaking in his imitation of a small boy’s voice.

    “Stand very tall with your legs spread and your hands interlaced behind you head.  Eyes straight ahead.  Don’t you look at me,” said Stacy when Tice was completely naked.

    Tice immediately complied.  Stacy walked slowly around the large man.  She flicked the lose end of the crop over the tip of his penis.  He gasped in pain but Stacy saw his cock harden slightly.  She also saw his eyes flicker in her direction.

    “You looked at me, Pussy Boy.  After your nurse expressly forbids it, you showed disrespect,” said Stacy who then quickly slashed the crop once more across Tice’s penis.  There was a loud gasp of pain as the leather impacted the sensitive head sending his long cock swinging from side to side.  Again, Tice’s eyes looked at Stacy for a brief second.

    “I saw that, Pussy Boy.  Bend over and grab your ankles,” said Stacy.

    “Yes, Nurse Serena,” said Tice bending at the waist and taking a firm grip on his ankles.

    Stacy slowly walked around Tice allowing her hand to move across his hairy bottom.  Stacy recalled Stephanie’s advice, “Take your time.  Don’t hurry. Anticipation is fifty percent of the pleasure for a sub.”

    “Is your butt crack clean,” asked Stacy her fingers resting lightly between his buttocks.

    “Yes, Nurse Serena,” said Tice.

    Stacy placed two fingers against Tice’s sphincter and pushed.  Her dry fingers slowly made their painful way past the wrinkled flesh guarding his rectum.  A whimper of pain escaped Tice’s lips.

    “Oh, does Pussy Boy’s little tush hurt?  Here, lick my fingers,” said Stacy bringing the two fingers that had just left Tice’s rear to his mouth.  He greedily sucked on both digits.

    “You will receive ten hard ones for disobeying your mistress.  If you let go of your ankles or fail to count and say thank you after each one, I will start over,” said Stacy reaching between Tice’s legs to pull his testicles rearward.  She wanted them to take the occasional blow.

    It’s a good thing this place is soundproof thought Stacy after Tice sounded an ear splitting scream after her first blow.  He did manage to croak out, “One, thank you Nurse Serena.”  Stacy moderated her strokes but at nine, Tice released his ankles and grabbed his buttocks.

    Stacy knew it was deliberate.  Mistress Stephanie had said submissives often screw up on purpose to prolong the pleasure of their agony.  Stacy dutifully began again and this time, Tice managed to make it to ten.  She found her own excitement by placing her hand on Tice’s red striped bottom and feeling the heat generated by her riding crop.

   “Stand up and don’t move,” said Stacy taking a pair of lined leather cuffs out of her bag.  She buckled the cuffs around each ankle.  Next she placed a similar smaller set of cuffs around his wrists.  “Lie back on the couch and spread your legs,” ordered Stacy when she was done.

   “Sash chord is a dominatrix’s most useful tool,” said Stephanie when she was helping Stacy pack the athletic bag.  “All hardware stores sell it and when was the last time you saw a window that required a sash cord.  Sales to S&M fetishists keep sash cords on retailer’s shelves.”

    Stephanie had taught Stacy how to tie the chord so it could be easily tightened.  Stacy slipped one end of the precut rope though the ring on the ankle cuff then the other end around the couch leg.  After securing the other leg in an identical position and tightening both sides, Tice was in a split any cheerleader would find impressive.  

    “Also useful are carabiners you can buy online or in any establishment that sells rock climbing equipment,” said Stephanie adding them to Stacy’s kit.  Stacy attached a carabiner to the rings of the wrist and ankle cuffs stretching Tice’s arms to where they almost reached his feet

    “Now for a little cock and ball torture, Pussy Boy,” said Stacy reaching into the bag for a cock restraint.  Stacy knelt down and took Tice’s penis in her mouth.  She spent a few seconds sucking it to make sure it was fully erect.  Holding the cock head firmly between her lips, she took a firm hold on Tice’s testicles and slowly pulled them downward.  She could feel Tice twisting in pain as she stretched his sack to the maximum extent. She allowed her teeth to take hold of the skin behind the mushroom head to hold the shaft firmly as she fitted the ball stretcher around the thin flesh then screwed the clamps tight.

    “Oh Jesus God that hurts,” cried Tice when Stacy released the powerful spring.  The skin covering Tice’s testicles was almost translucent.  Stacy circled the base of the cock with a leather band and tightened it.  Finally she used another leather band to separate his testicles.  She flicked his balls with her fingernails causing Tice to yelp in pain.  When Stacy stepped back to admire her work, she realized Tice’s scrotum was stretched a good six inches.

   Stacy picked up the riding crop and gave Tice’s fully erect penis several hard blows causing him to cry out.  His eyes were filled with tears.

    “Oh, is Pussy Boy hurting?  Can’t take it like a man?” taunted Stacy slapping his cock with her hand.

    “I love you, Nurse Serena,” said Tice through tear filled eyes.

    “Of course you love me, silly.  You’re my slave, my Pussy Boy,” said Stacy reaching once more into the bag. “And if you’re really good, I have a special treat for you.”

     Stacy slipped a blindfold over Tice’s eyes then began to liberally apply a lubricant to his sphincter. Using her fingers she worked the substance into his opening.  Tice moaned his pleasure as Stacy located his prostate and massaged it.

    “You have to go to a medical supply house to get one of these,” said Stephanie showing Stacy the eight-inch proctoscope she was about to insert in Portia’s rectum.  “It has a light so you can see all the way up their large intestine.  Not that there is that much to see unless you are a proctologist.”

   Stacy eased the stainless steel instrument past Tice’s sphincter using her sense of touch to guide it to the full eight inches of penetration.  Stacy next pushed the device’s probe through the hollow center of the proctoscope.

   “My God that is incredible, Nurse,” moaned Tice when he felt the heavy stainless steel probe travel several inches into his large intestine.

  Stacy quietly slipped a pair of latex gloves from the bag.  She slipped them on then peeled the foil off a suppository that contained a powerful drug designed to render a person unconscious.  Sir Charles’ pharmacist had calculated the amount of the narcotic contained in the suppository would render two hundred pound Tice unconscious for ten to fifteen minutes.  She placed the suppository in at the entrance to the proctoscope then used the probe to push it in as far as it would reach.

    “If I divorce Debbie, will you marry me, Serena,” asked Tice when he felt the probe inside his GI tract.

    “Yes, I’ll marry you Tice and have your babies,” said Stacy waiting for the drug to take effect.  It was only a few moments before Tice’s head fell to one side.  She checked his pulse to confirm he was unconscious.  Stacy removed the two Sig Sauer pistols and a role of duct tape from her tool bag’s hidden pocket and went to find hiding places.

    Tice was starting to stir by the time Stacy returned.

    “Shit, what happened,” asked Tice coming awake as Stacy quickly knelt down and began stroking his cock.

    “You’re back. I was about to call the EMTs,” said Stacy.

    “No, don’t do that.  What happened?” asked Tice.

    “You sort of blanked out for a few seconds.  Has that happened before?”

    “No,” said Tice.

    “Maybe we should stop.  Too bad, I haven’t let you eat your cream pie,” said Stacy between licks of Tice’s cock head.

    “No, I’m okay.  Please, Nurse Serena,” said Tice.

    “All right, but stay awake this time,” said Stacy reaching down to remove the proctoscope.

    “I will.  I promise, Nurse Serena,” said Tice.

    “Good, because the next part is going to be very special,” said Stacy unzipping the soft leather case of urethra probes before removing Tice’s blindfold.   “This I want you to watch, Pussy Boy.”

     “Christ, what are you doing,” asked Tice as he watched Stacy insert the bulbous end of one of surgical steel rods into his urethra.

    “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.  Don’t question your Nurse,” said Stacy reaching down with one hand to grab Tice’s testicles and apply a painful squeeze.  A loud cry of agony escaped Tice’s lips as he experienced the sensation of his balls being crushed together.

    “Oh Jesus, what are you doing,” asked Tice obviously very agitated by the sight of the rod slowly descending into his penis.  “Shit, I meant to say Nurse Serena.”

    “These are actually medical instruments.  They were used to remove blockages in the male urethra,” said Stacy.

    “Urethra, what the fuck is that,” asked Tice.  “God, that feels weird.”

    “Pussy Boy doesn’t know that the urethra is his piss hole,” said Stacy allowing gravity to take the bulb shaped tip all the way into Tice’s bladder.

    “My God that feels weird, Nurse Serena,” said Tice.

    “Of course it does, Pussy Boy.  It’s inside your bladder.  Here let me give your piss a stir,” said Stacy rotating the flat handle causing Tice’s urine to swirl.

    “Jesus, that’s incredible.  It makes me want to cum and pee at the same time.”

    “But you can’t until Nurse Serena says you can,” said Stacy.

    “Right, Nurse Serena, that feels so strange.  God, you are fucking amazing.  I knew you were special from the moment I first saw you.”

    “How sweet of you to say that.  I hope you feel the same when I’m done.  That was the small get acquainted size,” said Stacy slowly drawing the long metal rod out of Tice’s pee hole.

    “It didn’t feel small going in,” said Tice.

    “That was a size eighteen.  Now let’s try a size twenty-four,” said Stacy holding up the bulb end for Tice to see.

    “That’s too big.  You’ll rip my piss hole apart,” yelled Tice.

    “No it’s not, Pussy Boy.  I’ll prove it,” said Stacy applying a dollop of surgical lube to the bulb tip then inserting it in Tice’s pee hole.  Stacy jiggled Tice’s cock several times once again allowing gravity to draw the bulb into Tice’s bladder.

    “It feels huge,” said Tice.  “God I want to blow my load.”

    “It’s stimulates your prostate and your bladder,” said Stacy gently turning and twisting the handle causing the metal bulb inside Tice’s bladder to spin.

    “My God this is strange.  I can feel you stirring my piss. Where the fuck did you learn this,” asked Tice responding to the stimulation he was feeling from the very tip of his cock to the depths of his bladder?  The pleasure was so intense it bordered on the painful.

    “Los Angeles, there’s all kinds of kinky shit in LaLa Land.  I had a friend who demonstrates and sells these like Tupperware to wives at house parties,” said Stacy slowly removing the medical probe.  “Urethra sounds are a major part of the LA sex scene.”

    “It really feels weird coming out,” said Tice.

    “Now let’s see how big a man you are, Pussy Boy.  This is the largest, size thirty two,” said Stacy holding up the instrument for Tice to see.

    “Christ, please don’t put that in me,” said Tice. “I can’t take it.”

    “Oh you are wrong, Pussy Boy. Here, I’ll prove it,” said Stacy easing the almost half inch in diameter bulb into Tice’s opening.  Tice made moaning sounds as once again, Stacy allowed gravity to pull the metal rod down Tice’s urethra until the bulb entered his bladder.

    “Oh Christ, I need to pee,” said Tice.

    “Now how would you do that, Pussy Boy?  I got your piss hole blocked,” said Stacy once again spinning the handle.  The intense feelings in Tice’s bladder caused him to scream in pain.

    “Oh, did that hurt, Pussy Boy,” asked Stacy tauntingly?

    Stacy reached into her bag and removed an anal stimulator.  Made of fine German alloy steel it measured two feet from beveled tip to handle and weighed slightly over two pounds.  It was a simple device with a T-shaped handle, a long narrow post, and a bulb at the end two inches in width and three inches long.

   “Jesus Christ, you’re not going to stick that up my dick,” screamed Tice when he saw Stacy applying surgical lube to the bulb.

   “No, Pussy Boy, this is for your sweet little rose bud,” said Stacy laughing.

   Stacy eased the end of the bulb past Tice’s sphincter then pushed it inward until the handle was embedded in Tice’s butt crack.  She ignored Tice’s pleas for her to stop.

    Once more Stacy removed a zippered leather case from the athletic bag.  Inside was a set of graduated tuning forks.  Stacy picked up a small fork struck it against the table then touched it to the metal handle of the probe inside Tice’s piss hole.  Immediately, Tice felt a hum inside his bladder giving him an incredible urge to piss.  He started screaming for her to make it stop.

    Portia had tried to explain harmonics to Stacy.

    “When a platoon of soldiers approaches a suspension bridge, they have to break ranks or the harmonic feedback might cause the bridge to collapse,” said Portia.

    “Why,” asked Stacy?

    “Here, I’ll write out the mathematical formulas,” said Portia picking up a pad of paper.

    “No, I believe you.  Just show me what to do what I need to do to make Tice collapse like a suspension bridge,” said Stacy.

    “All right, if you want to go through life not understanding the basic principles of harmonic amplification,” said Portia.

    Portia had used a black felt tip pen to mark the tuning forks Stacy was to use.

    Stacy picked up the larger tuning fork, struck it hard against the table then touched it to the handle of the instrument in Tice’s butt.  There was no reaction for a few seconds then he started to moan louder and louder as one harmonic amplified the other.

    “Interesting, how it feeds on itself,” said Stacy once the vibration had finally ceased.

    “I’ve never experienced anything like it,” said Tice perspiration dripping from every pore of his body.  “It’s incredible.”

    “I’m not done.  Open wide,” said Stacy holding up a metal contraption.

    “What’s that,” asked Tice?

    “A dental gag, when a dentist has to fully anesthetize a patient, this is how he insures their mouth will stay open,” said Stacy.

    “You seem to know everything.  Were you a fucking nurse,” asked Tice?

    “No, just a talented whore, now open wide, Pussy Boy or Nurse Serena will crack your balls like they were walnuts,” said Stacy.

    Minutes later, Stacy surveyed her first sex slave. The handle of the probe was jutting out of his piss hole.  The T-shaped handle of the anal probe was buried in the crack of his ass.  The Whitehead Dental Gag was forcing his mouth wide open.  Stacy finished undressing.  Holding the tuning forks in one hand she climbed on the couch standing up over Tice. She turned around to where she faced his feet positioning her vagina over his open mouth.  She lowered her body until she felt the metal framework of the dental gag frame her vagina.

    Stacy hit both tuning forks against the couch arm.  As she crouched down she touched them to the metal handles.  She waited a few seconds for the amplification to build inside Tice’s abdomen.  He began to moan and babble through the dental gag.  His moans turned to high pitch screeches as the different amplitudes of the urethra sound and the anal probe exchanged energy multiplying each others force.

   When Tice’s pain reached a crescendo then she reached down and pulled the small string attached to the plastic ring embedded in her vaginal plug.  Immediately she felt the viscous fluids begin to ooze out of her vagina.

   “Enjoy, Pussy Boy,” said Stacy as she squeezed her vaginal muscles forcing a large quantity of aged semen to fall into Tice’s open mouth.  As the vibration faded and her vagina emptied, Stacy dismounted.  She removed the dental gag then gave Tice a passionate kiss her tongue roaming the inside of his mouth tasting the dregs of his vintage jism cocktail.  Next she pulled the probe from his urethra as she removed the ball stretcher and cock ring.  Stacy took a firm hold on the handle of the anal probe and began to move it back and forth as her mouth engulfed Tice’s rigid cock.

   Seconds later, Stacy’s mouth was filled with Tice’s semen.  Using her mouth and hands she milked him dry.

   “That was the most incredible experience in my life,” said Tice as they were sneaking downstairs.  “But I’m not sure its one I could repeat anytime soon.  I feel weak as a kitten.”

   “Now you’ve hurt my feelings.  I used to charge a guy in Brentwood a thousand dollars for half of what I did to you,” said Stacy.

    “You’re really special, Serena.  I meant that about divorcing Debbie and marrying you,” said Tice when they reached the bottom of the stairs and he took her in his arms for a kiss.

    “Next time, I’ll leave my medical toys at home and bring my electrical toys,” said Stacy melting in Tice’s arm and kissing him.

    “Let’s wait a while for that.  It’s going to take me a few days to recover,” said Tice conscious that his lower abdomen felt very painful when he moved.

Chapter 60 Whacking Raymond

   

    “Serena, Barb wants to see you,” said Zena.  Stacy had just left Booth Five having earned one hundred and twenty five dollars.  Sixty was in the Oasis pocket of the purse.  The rest in theory was hers.  In the last ten days, she earned over seventy five hundred dollars.  She wasn’t sure whether Sir Charles would let her keep it but if he did she planned a small vacation for her and Portia to somewhere warm.

    “It’s busy now.  Can’t we do it later?” asked Stacy not wanting to appear too eager.  The project was running out of time.  It was the last day she could stay in New York.  Mike would be back in Boston late that night.  Chances were excellent he would be looking to get laid tomorrow and she had to be available.  Mr. Raymond Serrentino had flown in from Las Vegas three days before.  But he’d stayed in his home on the island and not come to his office in the Oasis until today.  If he or his bodyguards did not decide to try out the new dancer, it would all be a waste.  She just couldn’t walk upstairs and ask to be let in.  Her Club Josephine team would return to Boston a failure.

     Even worse, Serrentino’s people would eventually find the semi-automatics Stacy had hidden making any future assassination even more difficult.  Stacy’s heart had skipped a beat when Zena delivered Barb’s summons.

    “She said now.  They probably want you upstairs.  They usually take a crack at the new girl’s crack,” said Zena smiling at her bad joke.  “Someone’s going home tonight with a sore asshole.  Those bastards are mean.”

    “And what do I get in return,” asked Stacy?

    “Nada, this is comped,” said Zena.

    “Fuck that, I quit giving it away when I ran away from home,” said Stacy.

    “Better wise up, whore, these are made guys.  Give them any shit and you’ll be shopping for a new face,” said Zena.  “Last girl who did lost her ears and nose and wound up missing her teeth.

    Stacy threw a thin robe over her shoulders and left the stage. She reached in the pocket of the robe to press the button of a tiny transmitter informing her backup team.

     Stacy was naked except for a pair of platform heels and a gold chain around her waist.  Exiting the dancer’s area she walked through the narrow hallway past several customers waiting for a booth to free up.   Hands reached for her in the darkness as she passed.  Stacy didn’t object or even care when several of the more aggressive males grabbed her buttocks or her breasts.  As she reached the end of the hallway, she ran into Tice.

    “Where you been?  Barb’s looking for you,” said Tice looking concerned.

    “I had a customer who needed some extra encouragement to shoot his load.  Want some creampie?” said Stacy kissing Tice on the cheek as she felt his crotch.

    “No time for that now.  They want you upstairs,” said Tice.

    “What’s this all about,” asked Stacy?

    “The big boss, Mr. Serrentino, is back from Vegas.  Some of his guys saw you on a security cam.  They thought you were hot,” said Tice as they reached Barb’s office.  “I found her.  Here she is Mrs. Somers,” said Tice as he ushered Stacy through the door into Barb’s office.

    “Where the fuck have you been,” asked Barbara.  I paged Zena a half hour ago,” said Barb looking unhappy.  “Mr. Serrentino doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

    “I was doing my job, sucking and fucking a customer,” said Stacy.

    “Shit, is your pussy clean?” asked Barb.

    “No, it has the loads of the last ten guys I fucked.  We’re busy as hell out there. There’s a line in the hall.”

    “Shit, Zena should have told you to douche.  I can’t send you upstairs with spunk in your snatch.  Come with me,” said Barb standing up and walking toward a door in the back of her office.

    Stacy found herself crowded into a small bathroom with Barbara.

    “Quick, you need a PTA,” said Barbara running water in the basin as she grabbed a douche bag.

    “PTA,” asked Stacy looking puzzled?

    “Never heard of a PTA, it stands for washing your pussy, tits, and ass.  Bend over and spread your cheeks.  I need to make sure your backdoor sparkles.”

    “I must have missed that one.  That’s what I got for quitting school in the ninth grade.  These guys must be particular,” said Stacy bending over at the waist then reaching back to grab her buttocks and pull them apart.

    “They are.  I once sent a girl up there who got some poo on their cocks.  They shoved cucumbers so far up her ass she had to go to the Emergency Room to have them removed,” said Barb smearing lube over Stacy’s anus before she slipped the nozzle in Stacy’s butthole and released the metal clip on the hose.

    “What do I get for doing this,” asked Stacy promptly sitting on the commode and expelling the water?

    “Whatever Mr. Serrentino says but a very bad beating if they don’t like you; a couple of grand if they do.  Let’s clean you out again. Better safe than sorry,” said Barbara refilling the bag.

    “And what’s to keep me from walking out right this moment,” asked Stacy.

    “For one thing, I’d tell Tice to stop you.  I know he’s got the hots for you and you’ve been fucking what little brains he has out but I’m still the one that pays his salary.  Stop worrying.  You should do all right.  Mr. Serrentino has a thing for red heads.  Plus I understand you excel at role play.”

    “Exactly what role am I going to play,” asked Stacy as she noisily ejected the contents of her rectum?

   “Not one of your standard ones I’m sure.  He wants you dressed as a nun,” said Barbara ripping off the top of a foil packet of douche powder then pouring it into a plastic squeeze bottle.

    “Since when did nuns have piercings and tattoos,” asked Stacy?

    “Today’s nuns are different.  I knew a working girl once who quit the business and joined the Little Sisters of Mercy,” said Barbara.  “She came back a couple of time to tell me what great lesbian sex they had at the convent.”

    “And what happens to Sister Serena,” asked Stacy standing at the basin washing her armpits?

    “She gets slapped around and raped.  They won’t hit you in the face.  They know you work for Cosmopolitan at night,” said Barbara shaking the bag to mix the contents.

    “Zena said Mr. Serrentino is nearly a hundred.  Sounds pretty energetic for an old guy,” said Stacy.

    “His guys will do the heavy lifting.  If what he sees turns him on, you get to suck him off.  Sit down.  I’ll do it,” said Barbara gesturing for Stacy to sit on the commode.

    “Sounds so hot I’m creaming already,” said Stacy raising her legs and spreading them wide. “I don’t have a habit or whatever it is that nuns wear.”

    “I got what you need.  You not the first whore I’ve sent upstairs dressed as a nun,” said Barbara easing the nozzle into Stacy’s vagina and starting the flow.  Stacy put her hand under Barbara’s chin, lifted her face and kissed her on the lips.

    “After you’re done upstairs, let’s get over to my place. I’ll order in some takeout,” said Barbara.

    “Sounds like fun.  Is Earl going to dress up like a priest?” asked Stacy?

    “I’ll tell him to get lost,” said Barbara before she and Stacy kissed again.

    Stacy quickly dried off and they returned to Barb’s office to dress.     “I didn’t know nuns bought their undies at Victoria Secrets,” said Stacy looking at herself in the mirror.  She was wearing black plain pumps with a four-inch heel, black hose, garter belt, a sheer black panty and a matching black lace bra.

    “They don’t.  You’re the fantasy nun Catholic school boys jerk off to after Sister Mary Ignatius wears their butts out with a ruler.  Go heavy on the makeup especially the lipstick.”

   “I look more whore than nun,” said Stacy blotting her bright red lips.

   “Here’s your wimple,” said Barbara.

   “That goes on my head but how,” said Stacy examining the garment.

   “Obviously you were not raised a Catholic,” said Barbara taking the wimple and placing it on Stacy’s head.

    “My daddy was a God fearing Methodist when he was sober and a child rapist when he was drunk which was at least once a week.  My two older brothers followed their father’s example,” said Stacy slipping into the rest of the habit.

    “How do I look,” asked Stacy raising her skirt slightly.

    “Hot enough to give the Pope a hard on,” said Barbara wrapping the oversized rosary around Stacy’s waist.

    “Since this is role play, how do I act,” asked Stacy.

    “Scream, act terrified, and when they are raping you, pray.  You do know how to pray, don’t you?”

    “I think I can remember the Our Father,” said Stacy.

***

 

    “This is Sister Serena.  These mugs are Zeke, Leo, and Sammy.  Where’s Sallie?” said Barbara introducing Stacy to the three large men seated at the conference table when they arrived.  The three were seated on the couch where Stacy had introduced Tice to the pleasures of urethra sounds accompanied by harmonic amplification.  They were watching a horse race.  They barely looked up when Stacy was introduced.

     “He’s in with Mr. Serrentino, not that it’s any of your business, Barb,” said Sammy.

     Good they’re only three of them thought Stacy.  She had been worried there could be four or even five.  All three appeared in the late thirties or early forties.  They had the handsome good looks of Sicilians but too much pasta had thickened their waist.  The remains of lunch, delivered from a nearby Italian restaurant were scattered over the conference room table.

   “I’ll tell Sallie you’re here,” said the one called Sammy before walking quickly through the door leading to Mr. Serrentino’s office.

    “Hey Barbara, munched any rugs today,” asked Zeke?

    “Only your mother’s,” answered Barbara.

    “Christ, the fucking nun thing again, I’m tired of pretending some slut’s who’s been sucking dick all day is a nun,” said Leo.

    “Quiet, the old man takes this shit seriously,” said Zeke.

    “Come here, Sister Slut,” said Leo grabbing Stacy’s hand and pulling her into his lap.  He slipped his hand under her habit forcing the hem up over Stacy’s knees.  He shoved his hand hard against her crotch.

    “Hey, take it easy,” protested Stacy.

    “Cool it, Leo,” said Sallie emerging from the office with Sammy close behind.

    “This is Serena,” said Barbara.

    “The red head,” said Sallie looking closely at Stacy.  Stacy was glad the wimple hid everything but her face.  “You’ve been here before?”

    “No, Serena just started last week.  She flew in from LA,” said Barbara.

    “Did Barbara explain what Mr. Serrentino expects,” asked Sallie?

    “Yeah, I’m a nun.  These three assholes rape me if they can get it up.  I’m scared out of my mind and calling on God Almighty to rain down retribution on their head,” said Stacy.  “I finish up with Mr. Serrentino.”

    “Who you calling an asshole, cunt,” said Leo holding up his hand like he was going to strike Stacy.

    “Save it, Leo, until the old man is watching,” said Sallie.

    “Serena works for Cosmopolitan and she’s been a real moneymaker so take it easy and lay off her face,” said Barbara.

    “Of course,” said Leo grabbing Stacy’s arm and twisting it behind her back.  Stacy slammed her elbow into Leo’s soft stomach causing him to let her go.  Stacy slid off Leo’s lap onto the floor.

    “You fucking bitch, you’ll pay for that,” said Leo holding his ribs.

    “Cut the shit, Leo,” yelled Sallie.

    “Shit Leo, you can even handle a nun,” said Sammy laughing.

    “We’re wasting time.  I cleared off the old man’s desk,” said Sallie reaching his hand down to help Stacy up.  “All right, Serena, put on a good show for the boss and he might give you a piece of candy.”

    At that moment, Leo stepped close to Stacy and hammered his big fist into her mid section, doubling her over.

    “Hey,” said Barbara.  “Take it easy.”

    “Get your fucking ass back downstairs, Barb.  Unless you want to take Serena’s place,” said Sammy.

    Barbara retreated; concerned Stacy would be too banged up for what they had planned for later.  The last few girls Barbara had sent upstairs had been badly beaten, even requiring hospitalization.

    A bent over Stacy gasping for breath was grabbed by the three and carried bodily into the Mr. Serrentino’s office.

   Stacy recovered enough to kick and squirm as she approached the large executive desk.  The three dropped her hard on her back.  Her head bounced off the hard surface momentarily stunning her.  When she looked to the side, she saw Raymond Serrentino watching with an evil grin on his face.

   “Help me, Virgin Mary, I beg you,” cried Stacy.

   “Nice,” said Mr. Serrentino.  

   “Let’s soften her up first.  She needs to be put in her place,” said Sammy landing a bitch slap to the side of Stacy’s face that snapped her head to one side.  A second slap sent her head in the other direction.

    Stacy screamed, “No, please don’t.  I’m a nun.” when she felt them pulling up her habit.

    “Pay back time,” said Leo slamming his fist into Stacy’s abdomen causing her to roll up into a tight ball.  The three of them straightened Stacy out on the desktop stretching her arms over her head.

    “Work her over first, boys,” said Mr. Serrentino.

    “But watch her face,” added Sallie who received a significant fraction of the revenue from Cosmopolitan’s escort service.

    Stacy’s stocking covered legs were kicking wildly and she managed to hit Sammy in the chin with the point of her shoe.

    “Shit, bitch clipped me,” said Sammy jumping on top of Stacy.

    “This one’s a fighter,” cackled Mr. Serrentino.  “It’s better when they fight like a real nun.”

    In spite of her efforts to resist, Stacy felt her panties being pulled down.  A finger and thumb grabbed her clitoris crushing and twisting it.  Stacy screamed in pain.  The habit was up to her armpits and the wimple had been torn off.

    “Nice tits,” said Zeke ripping her bra down to expose her breasts.  He grabbed her nipple and twisted it.  Stacy’s fist shot out grazing the side of his face.

    “She’s a red headed spitfire,” cackled Mr. Serrentino.  “Tame her, boys.  Show her who’s boss.”

    Whoever had hold of Stacy’s clit had fingers of steel.  She writhed back and forth trying to break the crushing grip on her sensitive flesh.

    “Use this, Sammy,” said Mr. Serrentino offering his cane.  “Turn her butt red.”

    The men turned Stacy over as they pulled her to the end of the desk.  Leo grabbed one arm and Zeke the other stretching her face down.  Her legs were hanging off the end of the desk.  Without warning, Sammy slammed the polished cane down on Stacy’s bare bottom.  She screamed and kicked in agony but before the pain could decide, Sammy delivered another more painful strike.  Stacy’s eyes filled with tears as Sammy landed a dozen blows leaving her near hysterical.

   Once more, Stacy was flipped over on her back and pulled to the other side of the desk.  Her head was hanging off when Zeke leaned close and spoke.  “If you want to keep your teeth, don’t bite.”

    A half second later, his cock pushed its way past her lips.  Someone she couldn’t see climbed on top of the desk pulling her legs apart.  Stacy tried to shake him off but he placed his knees on her inner thighs as he sapped his cock against her sore clitoris.  Stacy moaned her humiliation as the cock forced its way inside her.

   I can’t pray with a cock in my mouth thought Stacy as Zeke forcefully fucked her mouth.   Stacy did her best to perform the role-play, sobbing hysterically, and pleading with them to stop when she got a chance.

    “Choke on that big cock, Sister Serena,” said Zeke using his hips to slam his penis into her throat opening. Drool oozed out of Stacy’s mouth getting into her nose and eyes.  Hard male hands squeezed her breasts and crushed her nipples.

    This must be how a true rape feels thought Stacy as she tried to cope with the pain and discomfort she was feeling from a dozen different places.  The cock in her pussy increased its pace, slamming her down into the wooden desk.  The violent pounding only ended when he climaxed.

   Stacy heard Leo speak, “My turn, hold her ankles.  I want her backdoor.”  Stacy felt her legs being lifted back toward her head, bending her double.  She head someone spit and felt it land on her sphincter.

   Zeke filled her mouth with semen just as Leo’s cock pushed past her anal opening.  “Swallow every drop, Sister.  Just like it was the bishops.”  Zeke allowed his cock to soften in her mouth as he held her ankles for Leo.

   “She’s got a tight ass for a whore,” said Leo slamming his pubic bone into Stacy’s rear.

   “But not for a nun,” laughed Sammy.

   A few more strokes and Leo finished in her ass.  Stacy decided to keep the role-play going.  She curled up in a ball and started crying.  Stacy hadn’t really wept in years but in a few seconds she got into it and her sobs of anguish filled the room.

    “You guys did good. That’s all for now,” said Mr. Serrentino.

    Stacy lay on top of the desk sobbing as she listened to everyone leave but Mr. Serrentino.

    “They’re gone now, Sister.  They’re not going to hurt you anymore,” said Mr. Serrentino his hand stroking her red hair.  “Did Barbara tell you I had a thing for redheads?”

    “Yes,” said Stacy looking up.

   

***

   

    “A man is never more relaxed and vulnerable than in the few seconds after orgasm,” said Sir Charles when they were planning the Serrentino Project.  

    “And the most relaxing form of orgasm is when they shoot their load in a warm mouth of someone applying the right technique to encourage every last one of their swimmers to go out for a stroll,” added Portia.

   Stacy was at the climactic phase of the project.  She was kneeling between the skinny, liver-spotted legs of Mr. Serrentino facing the challenge of bringing a ninety-year-old man to orgasm.  Her stomach ached from his bodyguard’s punches and her butt felt on fire form the canning.

    “That’s right, doll.  Suck my pecker good or I’ll let the boys work you over some more.  This time they won’t lay off your face,” said Mr. Serrentino.  “And a whore with a messed up face can’t work.”

    Stacy was working hard to find the right approach but his cock was not getting any harder.

    “Let me take your shoes and pants off, Mr. Serrentino,” said Stacy.

    “Sure doll,” he whispered still not opening his eyes.

    Stacy kept the semi-hard cock in her mouth as she untied and removed his alligator shoes.

    “Leave the socks.  It’s cold,” said Mr. Serrentino.

    “Can I put your legs over the chair arms,” asked Stacy once she had slipped his trousers off.

    “What for,” asked Mr. Serrentino.

    “I thought you might like some ass play while I suck your cock,” said Stacy.

    “Okay, you can use your tongue but not your finger.  I ain’t no fucking queer,” said Mr. Serrentino.

    “I’ll massage your prostate,” said Stacy carefully lifting each leg.  “Straight guys like that.”

    “Ain’t got one doll, docs cut it out two years ago.  Cancer had eaten most of it.  They took what was left.”

    This is a challenge thought Stacy as she redoubled her efforts.  In spite of Mr. Serrentino’s prohibition against a finger fucking, Stacy placed the pad of a wet index finger against his badly wrinkled anus and pushed.  His low moan convinced Stacy she was on the right track.

    “For a nun, you suck cock like a pro,” said Mr. Serrentino.

    “Mother Superior would be pleased to hear that.  She taught me everything I know about cock sucking,” said Stacy.

    “Ah, we got a fucking comedienne here.  Is your red hair as fake as your tits?”

    “Actually my hair is fake but the tits are real. Who ever heard of a nun with a boob job,” said Stacy between long slow licks that began at his hemorrhoid scarred anus and ended at the very tip of his penis.

    “I was in love with my ninth grade teacher. Her name was Sir Mary Joseph,” said Mr. Serrentino.  “She was Irish and she had red hair like you.  I used to lie in my bed at night and jerk off thinking about what I would do to her if I got the chance.”

    “Was she strict?  Did she whip your ass with a ruler?” asked Stacy looking up as she passed her tongue along the length of the cock?

    “Was she strict?  She used to line all the boys up at recess.  You had to bend over and grab your shoe tops.  She’d go down the line, bam, bam, bam.  Your butt would be on fire.”

    “Sounds very educational, what happened to her,” asked Stacy gratified that slowly Mr. Serrentino’s cock was getting harder.

    “She caught Luigi Grimaldi smoking a cigarette behind the school.  That was a few years later.  They’d made her principal of St. Bernard’s Parish High School.  She made Luigi stand up in front of the other students while she paddled him with this big wooden paddle they made in shop class.  Luigi began to cry and everybody started laughing.  Everyone was surprised.  The Grimaldi were supposed to be tough but there was Luigi bawling like a bambino.”

    “She showed disrespect for the family,” said Stacy swirling her tongue over the now hard cock.  She could even taste a little precum seeping out the piss hole.

    “Ah, you know something about Sicilians.   Luigi’s dad, Alonzo, he beat the living shit out of Luigi when he heard about it, not for smoking but for showing weakness.  He used his belt on the boy and when Luigi’s mom tried to stop him, he whipped her for giving him such a weakling for a son.”

    “Mother’s should not interfere in family business,” said Stacy increasing her pace as Mr. Serrentino’s breath quickened.

    “True, wives should know their place.  What Sister Mary Joseph did not know was that Alonzo did not respect the holy church.  That’s why he’s burning in hell’s fire now.  He paid these niggers who sold drugs for him in Harlem to take Sister Mary Joseph to a place down in Hell’s Kitchen and make her into a whore.  All day and all night long she had to fuck niggers.  After a while they let her go but everyone knew what happened.”

    “So what happened to her,” asked Stacy windshield wiping her tongue across the tip of his penis?

    “The bishop sent her to Rome to live with the Pope,” said Mr. Serrentino.

    “And Luigi and his father,” asked Stacy slipping the first joint of her index finger in Mr. Serrentino’s ass teasing his anus.

   “Oh, that feels nice.  You know your business and that is important even for a whore.  Luigi died in prison.  Some fairy knifed him after Luigi fucked him in the shower.  Alonzo Grimaldi was killed outside of Salvatore’s Restaurant over on Eight and Webster.  They made me capo then,” said Mr. Serrentino.

    “You were lucky to be next in line for promotion,” said Stacy adding a second finger to Mr. Serrentino’s rectum.

    “Luck, I always made my own luck.  You’re doing a good job, doll.  The last cunt, Barbara sent me, didn’t make it happen.  I let the boys teach her a lesson,” said Mr. Serrentino.

    “Just relax and close your eyes.  Let Sister Serena take care of you just like Sister Mary Ignatius,” said Stacy before she her pace once more.  Minutes later, she felt a few drops of thin watery semen land on her tongue.  Mr. Serrentino let out a long sigh as he climaxed then fell silent.

   Stacy applied a few final licks; but the old man had fallen asleep and begun to snore.  She quietly reached back under the desk and pulled the Sig Sauer loose from where she taped it.  After she removed the tape and cock the weapon, she unhooked the gold chain from around her waist and walked quietly around the back of the Mr. Serrentino’s desk chair.

    Stacy placed the pistol on the credenza then took a firm hold on each end of the chain.  Reaching over the chair she slowly brought the chain around his neck bracing one knee against the back of his desk chair.

   Stacy took a deep breath then pushed Mr. Serrentino’s head forward as she pulled the chain tight behind the back of his neck.  The thin chain biting into his neck brought Mr. Serrentino awake but it was too late.  She had leverage and was much stronger.  The struggle only lasted a few minutes.  Stacy detected the odors of urine and feces as Mr. Serrentino’s bowels released.

   Stacy quickly redressed in her nun’s costume.  She placed the pistol in one of the habit’s conveniently large pockets.  She’d hoped to leave unnoticed but as she walked toward the door, she saw it open and Sallie step into the room.

   “How did it go?  You get the old man off?” asked Sallie as Stacy approached.

   “Yes, he dropped his load,” said Stacy reaching into the pocket and removing the pistol.

    “What the fuck, Sammy,” screamed Sallie when he saw the gun.

   Stacy flicked the safety off and fired.  The bullet impacted Sallie’s chest blowing him against the wall.  Stacy’s second shot blew off the top of his skull.  Stacy rushed out the door.  Sammy, Leo, and Zeke were standing up reaching for their semi-automatics when Stacy stepped into the room.  Stacy fired three times sending all three to the floor with a bullet hole in the center of their chest.  Sir Charles instructions to leave no witnesses had been very explicit.  Stacy stood over each of the three and fired twice into their forehead shattering their skull.

    Stacy pocketed the gun then walked quickly down the stairs, past Morris, the nighttime security guard and out of the Oasis.  Mr. Serrentino’s investment in soundproofing had paid off.  Morris had not heard a thing.

    “Hey, Sister Serena, how’d it go,” asked Morris?

    “Great, Mr. Serrentino’s an incredible stud for a man his age,” said Serena leaving.

    When she reached the curb, a car pulled up.  Stacy got in and it sped away.

Chapter 61 Stacy Joins the Posse

   

    “Yesterday, somebody did us a huge favor,” said Mike starting his conversation with the Posse gathered around him in the apartment living room.  Stacy was surprised he was talking serious business while she was present.  Playing her usual role of whore in residence she was sitting on the broad armrest of Mike’s chair.   His arm was draped across her bare leg and the contact was making her horny.

    Earlier, when he was stroking her leg waiting for everyone to take a seat, he’d casually pushed her skirt up to where the others could see the thin band of raw silk covering her sex.  Exposing her to others was one of the strange ways Mike got his kicks; however, Stacy wasn’t sure he’d done it on purpose or by accident.  The fact the others were glancing in her direction added to Stacy’s desire to be fucked.

    But at the moment Mike had important business to consider so Stacy crossed her legs ending the show.  Lou, Zack, Mark and the Epps, Brad and Bobby, were huddled together in the living room of the apartment.

    Mike was dressed casually, slacks and a silk shirt. Technically, he was still on vacation from Cambridge PD.  To Stacy he looked tanned and well rested in spite of the fact his flight had been delayed and the Cabreezes hadn’t arrived at Boston’s Logan Airport until well after midnight.

    Earlier the same night, Sir Charles’ private jet had delivered the Club Josephine team to Hanscomb Field, a small airport north of Boston catering to private and corporate jets.  They had celebrated another successful operation with a meeting of the Mile High Club.  Given it was only a forty-minute flight; intercourse consisted of a quick pump and dump.  Still, after all the pressure and tension of the last two weeks, Stacy had enjoyed riding Reynolds’ surgically enhanced manhood to a restorative climax.  The fact she was still wearing the nun’s habit increased the Eros level.

    After landing, Stacy rushed to Club Napoleon’s spa to restore her hair color, chemically erase her tattoos and remove her piercings.  It was almost midnight when she and Portia collapsed in bed at their condo.

    “I’m going to miss my labial rings,” whispered Stacy, as she was about to fall asleep.  “They were fun.”

    “I’ll miss them too,” said Portia snuggling into Stacy.

    Stacy slept in until noon.  After lunch she went to the Lexington Gun Club and practiced at the skeet range then spent an hour in the pistol range getting accustomed to the new Sig Sauer semi-automatic her father had gifted her.  It was almost five when she got a text message from Mike telling her to be at the apartment at six.  She barely had time to go back to the condo, clean up, and put on a new skirt and blouse she’d bought in New York.  When she arrived, she found Mike waiting to greet her.  None of the other members of the Posse were present.

    “I like it,” was Mike’s comment referring to her new shorter hairstyle.

    “I was hoping you would,” said Stacy spinning around to show off her new outfit before stepping into his arms for a kiss.   Why do I get so horny when he’s around thought Stacy eager for a trip to the bedroom.

    “Molta Bella, as we Wops say.  Miss me,” asked Mike?

    “Yes, I practically wore out my vibrator thinking about you,” said Stacy pressing her hand against the bulge in Mike’s crotch. “How was Disney World,” asked Stacy reaching around his waist to pull him tighter against her?

    “Terrific, if you’re less than ten years old,” said Mike.  “Kids ran me ragged.  The lines for the rides were ridiculous.”

    “And Aruba,” asked Stacy?

    “Also terrific if you don’t mind losing a fucking bundle at the casinos,” said Mike.  “Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you view it, I lost so much money they comped the room.”

    “Is this an all over tan?  I assume you and Connie made it to the nude beach,” said Stacy starting to unzip his trousers.

    “Later,” said Mike looking at his watch as he gently pushed Stacy’s hand away.  “The others are about to arrive and we’ve got some important business to discuss.  I want you here by the way.  Afterwards, you can show me how much you missed me.”

   At that moment Brad and Bobby Epps arrived.

   “What’s up, Mike?  I thought the Posse wasn’t getting together till next week since you were on vacation,” asked Bobby.

   “Something huge has happened.  Let’s wait until everybody gets here and I’ll tell you.  I don’t want to go over it more than once,” said Mike.

   “Hello Stacy,” said Bobby taking her in his arms and kissing her.  “It looks like you’re the only female here. Feel like pulling a train?”

    “Yes, with Mike gone, I’ve been a two week virgin.  I’m dying for a fuck,” said Stacy pressing her sex against his then stepping into Brad’s arms for another passionate kiss.  Brad’s weightlifter hands grasped Stacy’s buttocks grinding their sex together.

     “If you believe nobody’s got in her pants for the last ten days, I got some land in Florida I want to sell you,” said Mike laughing.   “Control yourself, Stacy, and get us some drinks.  You can fuck Brad and Bobby later.”

    Minutes later, the rest of the Posse arrived.  Stacy repeated the ritual of kissing, groping then running to the kitchen to get a beer or make a cocktail.  After the usual questions about his vacation, Mike gathered everyone in the living room and began.

   “Yesterday, someone whacked Raymond Serrentino.  They took him out the old way, the garrote, nasty fucking way to die,” said Mike.

    “What’s the fuck’s a garrote,” asked Lou?

    “You’re embarrassing me, partner. A garrote means someone wrapped a wire or a chain around his neck and strangled him,” said Mike.  “Whoever did it was a strong bastard.  He almost took the old fuck’s head off.”

    “Why didn’t you just say persons unknown choked the old fuck to death,” asked Lou?

    “Maybe I’m trying to impress Stacy here with my vocabulary,” said Mike rubbing his hand on Stacy’s bare leg.    

    “So who do we thank,” asked Zack?

    “Don’t know but it was somebody who was a real pro with a garrote and a pistol.  They also took out his lieutenant, Sallie, and three of his boys, two shots apiece, one in the pump and smack between the eyes,” said Mike using his hand to indicate the placement of the bullets.

    “Sammy Toscana was a made man and nobody’s fool.  Whoever did it knew his business,” said Zack.

    “How come I haven’t seen anything in the media,” asked Mark?  “Old man Serrentino was kind of a celebrity.  Mob hits usually get a big play, especially in New York where it’s a major industry.”

    “I’ve never told any of you this.  I have somebody on the inside in the Grimaldi organization.  She’s in a position to keep the lid on Serrentino’s death for a day or two. The news will break tomorrow,” said Mike.

    “She,” asked Bobby looking surprised?

    “Yes, she works on the first floor of his building and Raymond’s office is, rather was, on the second floor.  Raymond and she were tight.  She found him girls who could handle some of his sicko tastes.  You wouldn’t believe some of the crazy shit it took to get the old bastard off,” said Mike.

    “So the rumors about Serrentino were true,” said Zack.

    “Definitely, anyhow, Barbara went up to check on a girl she sent him and found the bodies.  Barb locked up and gave me a call but I was on the plane,” said Mike.

     “What was the girl doing up there,” asked Bobby?

     “Barb didn’t say,” said Mike.

     “Maybe Barb offed him,” said Brad.

     “No way, he was their meal ticket.  She and her worthless piece of shit husband run an escort business for the Grimaldi.  Without Serrentino’s protection, it won’t be near as profitable. Last night, when I turned my cell phone on, there was a message from Barbara.  Connie and I and the kids were waiting for our luggage at Logan,” said Mike.

    “Sallie’s whacked too.  That leaves no one in charge,” said Zack.  “I never like the greedy little queer.”

    “Right, so the way is open for us to take over for the Grimaldi.  We’ll still use their network but the top rung of the ladder belongs to us.  This time next year, we are all going to be rich.  I’m not talking about a few thousand a week but hundreds of thousands, no millions, for the entire country,” said Mike.

    “Just like that, we take over the Grimaldi family business,” said Zack.

    “And we do it because I’ve got the connections to the Cardozo cartel.  They’ll transfer their exclusive relationship to the Posse.  They were probably ready to go somewhere else.  Serrentino had gotten lazy.  He was no longer interested in growing the business.  It wouldn’t surprise me if the Cardozos ordered the hit on Serrentino,” said Mike.

    “Seems like several of the top guys been taken out lately.  Arturo Ontiveroes-Aredondo had his nuts chopped off in some club in Argentina then his brother Esteban got capped by a guy in his own organization,” said Zack.

    “According to the Interpol report, some cunt relieved Arturo of his cock and balls while they were dancing,” said Bobby.  “She sliced his pecker off while he was still alive then she sliced his heart into two halves.  The perps Fedexed his dick back to Mexico to his brother as a warning.”

    “Bullshit, doesn’t sound likely.  Interpol’s usually full of crap.  The French exaggerate everything especially if a cunt is involved.  What do you think Stacy?  Could you cut off a man’s peter while you were dancing?” asked Brad.

    “Possibly, want me to try.  There’s a butcher knife in the kitchen I could use,” said Stacy still trying to process the previously unknown and surprising information Barbara Somers was Mike’s informant inside the Grimaldi family.

    “So what’s next,” asked Lou?  “How do we set this up?”

    “I need everyone to set aside the last weekend of the month.  We’ll leave Friday afternoon and get back late Sunday night.  We meet the Cardozos themselves.  Everybody needs to look sharp and stay off the booze and the coke,” said Mike looking directly at Lou.

   “What the fuck you looking at me for?  I can handle it,” said Lou.

   “Just be careful it. These guys can be real touchy,” said Mike.

   “Where we going, Columbia,” asked Bobby?  “I’ve never been out of the country except to Aruba and Cozumel.”

   “No, the meets on their boat off Miami in international waters.  It’s the biggest and most luxurious fucking yacht in the world, bigger even than the one belonging to the Queen of England.  Bring the girls.  We’re going to party and do some business.”

    “Stacy, Adriana’s gone back to Tegucigalpa.  I finally got tired of the bitch’s whining and turned her over to the INS.  Tell Portia she’s going with us,” said Lou.

    “Okay, if its all right with everybody,” said Stacy looking at Mike for approval.

    “Why not?  Bring your lesbo buddy along.  We can watch the two of you get it on,” said Mike.

    “Portia’s not a lesbo. She just likes to eat the occasional pussy,” said Lou defensively.  “Besides I think it’s hot to watch girls go down on one another.”

    “I’ll ask her,” said Stacy.

    “Don’t ask her,” said Mike.  “Tell her she coming.  If there are no other questions about the trip, I have another announcement.”

    First I learn Barbara Somers was working for Mike then Portia is invited to be Lou’s girl on the trip to meet with the Cardozo Cartel.  I wonder what’s next thought Stacy as she waited for Mike to speak.

    “I’m making Stacy a full fledged member of the Posse.  It’s time we added a female to the team,” said Mike.

    “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Mike,” said Zack.  “We’re all law enforcement here.  Stacy’s still in college.”

    “She’s going to become a lawyer in a couple of years.  Stacy’s handled a number of tricky situations for the Posse and she’s done a good job.  With us taking over for the Cardozo connection we need new blood.  Plus women have a different way of looking at things,” said Mike.

    “Sort of an equal opportunity thing,” said Brad.

    “Will she get a full cut,” asked Zack?

    “No, she starts with a half share.  But with the Cardozo money, there will be so much cash around none of you should mind.  What concerns me is someone noticing local cops are living a little too high for their salary and makes an issue of it with the media or the Feds.  The money needs to be tucked away until we decide to call it quits,” said Mike.

    “I thought we had things covered with the media.  I never will forget the look on the Globe editor’s face when we showed him the video of him kneeing down in front of Mark sucking his root,” said Bobby.

    “Man with an important job, position in the community, wife and three kids don’t need pics of him sucking cock in a blonde wig, wearing panties and a bra, out on the Internet for the world to see,” said Zack.

    “How was he, Mark?  Did he suck dick better than Stacy,” asked Lou?

    “He was okay,” said Mark looking embarrassed.

    “Nobody gives better head than Stacy,” said Mike patting Stacy’s leg.  “After we’re done here, she’ll give us a demonstration.”

   “Good, I’ve been horny as hell since the INS took Adriana,” said Lou.

    “If you cock hounds can focus on business for a few more minutes, we’ll give Stacy a proper initiation into the Posse after we’re done.  I know we got good control over the local media but with the Cardozo money flowing in, we need something more and that’s why I brought Stacy into the Posse.  Tell them what you are studying, Stacy,” said Mike.

    “International law and finance,” said Stacy.

    “Right, at the best school in the country, I know some of you think the reason I latched on to Stacy was that she was the hottest piece of ass around but that was only part of the reason.  Guys, we need to find better ways to hide the cash we’re bringing in.  That’s going to be Stacy’s job,” said Mike.

    “I thought the Cayman Islands thing was working pretty well,” said Zack.

    “Yeah, for a few million it works fine but we’re talking hundreds of millions even a billion.  That kind of money attracts attention if it isn’t handled properly,” said Mike.  “The Feds aren’t above bribing a bank employee to give them a list of names of their big accounts.  These new anti terrorism laws give them a free hand to do pretty much anything they want.”

    “Bastards don’t play fair. So what’s Stacy supposed to do,” asked Brad?

    “For starters, come up with a plan to disperse our money in a way it doesn’t attract attention and present it to us,” said Mike.  “You got a couple of weeks to get back to us with something, Stacy.”

    “All right, Mike.  I’ll get right on it,” said Stacy wondering if Mike was insane.  Stacy knew next to nothing about money laundering.  However she realized she could rely on Portia backed by the resources of Club Josephine to come up with something that would impress Mike and the other members of the Posse.

***

   

    “A half share, you get only half as much as they do.  Haven’t they ever heard of women’s rights and the concept of equal pay for equal work,” said Portia applying lubricant to the shiny metal probe.

    The set of urethra sounds Stacy ordered from the medical supply house had just been delivered.  Designed for the female urinary tract, they turned out to be quite different in length and shape from the ones she’d used on Tice.

    “I’m not sure the Equal Opportunity statutes apply to organized crime,” said Stacy before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes to relax her lower body.   “The important thing is I prove Mike was right in choosing me by coming up with a really clever scheme for concealing the Posse’s profits.”  

    “There are numerous books on the topic of money laundering.  But we’ll have to ask Sir Charles to locate a real expert with practical experience.  There, it’s in your pee hole.  I’ll let gravity take over,” said Portia releasing the sounds probe she had carefully inserted in Stacy’s urethra.  She gently turned the end giving it several spins.

     “Awesome,” said Stacy slowly stroking her clit enjoying the sensation of having several inches of stainless steel gradually tracking down her pee hole until it stopped in her bladder.

    “How does it feel,” asked Portia?

    “Erotic, weird, it makes me want to pee,” said Stacy.  “God, I love the way it feels.”

    “Just when you think you know all there is to know about fucking you learn something new.  I never heard of sounds until Mistress Stephanie showed us.  Now, for a touch of harmonic amplification,” said Portia touching a vibrating tuning fork to the tip of the Sound.

    A long deep moan of pleasure beginning at Stacy’s diaphragm and moving slowly up to the back of her throat filled the room.  “Oh shit, fuck, this is the oddest sensation.   It’s like your pee is bouncing off the walls of your bladder,” said Stacy reacting to the vibration that began at the entrance to her pee hole and ended inside her bladder.  It was one long continuum of intense pleasure.

    “Can you feel the anal beads exchanging energy with the probe,” asked Portia? She was referring to the string of surgical steel balls she had previously inserted in Stacy’s rectum.  Each individual ball was composed of a different alloy designed to respond differently to vibrations.

   “Yes, definitely, two of them are dancing in my bowels,” said Stacy.

    “Do you think you can get off if I keep it vibrating while you play with your clit,” asked Portia selecting a different tuning fork.

    “Yes, I can come,” said Stacy licking her fingers before returning them to the task of rubbing a circular path around her love button.

    “How are you doing,” asked Portia reapplying a different tuning fork.

    “Almost out of my mind, hot, very hot and different,” answered Stacy feeling the onrush of what she knew would be a major orgasm.  “I can feel the probe almost touching one of the anal beads.  It’s causing it to vibrate like crazy.”

    As a sweat covered Stacy experienced one of the most intense and deep-seated orgasms of her life, Portia drew out the anal beads one by one as she twirled the vibrating probe with her fingers.

    “How was it,” asked Portia when Stacy had recovered enough to speak.

    “Awesome, if climaxes could kill I’d be stone cold dead,” said Stacy quickly getting up off the bed.  “I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest.”

    “I need to go clothes shopping,” said Portia wiping off the Sounds probe with a disinfectant.  “Will you help me pick out some things to wear on the Inca Dream?”  Moments before, Stacy had orgasmed for five continuous minutes the intensity growing as each of the beads popped past her sphincter.

     When Portia removed the sound from Stacy’s urethra, it had triggered a secondary orgasm lasting another several minutes.  Climax over, Stacy bolted for the bathroom announcing in a loud voice, “I got to pee so bad.”

    “Inca Dream, what’s that,” asked Stacy seated on the commode noisily emptying her bladder.

    “The sister yacht of the Arabian Dream, one of the two largest yachts in the world,” said Portia. “The Cardozo brothers, Ramon and Esteban live on the Inca Dream year round except for a few weeks each year when it is brought into dry dock for maintenance.”

    “Who owns the Arabian Dream,” asked Stacy as she unrolled toilet issue.

    “A yacht brokerage now but it was built for the Sultan of Bahrain,” said Portia.  “However he died and his family sold it.”

    “Bahrain, one of those tiny oil rich states,” said Stacy wondering if she was ever going to stop urinating.

    “Correct, one of those Arab shit holes we would totally ignore except they float on a sea of oil which means we never miss an opportunity to kiss their ass,” said Portia.

   “So how did we get from the Arabian Dream to the Inca Dream,” asked Stacy standing up and flushing the commode.

   “After the Arabian Dream was sold, it became part of the charter fleet.  Apparently one of the Brothers Cardozo chartered it and liked what he sailed.  He commissioned the same Italian shipyard that built the Arabian Dream to build the Inca Dream.  It’s no larger but it is more luxurious according to what I could learn on the WEB and in Club Josephine’s files.  Guess what it cost to charter the Arabian Dream for a week?”

    “I haven’t a clue.  Want me to sound you?” said Stacy as she walked back in the bedroom.

    “Four hundred thousand dollars, isn’t that absurd,” asked Portia?  “Yes, I want my bladder sounded but this time use the TENS on low voltage.  I want my urine microwaved.”

     “So outside of a couple of thong bikinis and some casual clothes, what do we need,” asked Stacy slipping on a pair of surgical gloves then picking up the string of anal beads and a tube of AstroGlide.

     “I just want to look attractive.  There is a twelve-person hot tub and a regular swimming pool on the pool deck,” said Portia raising her legs and grabbing her ankles to pull them back to where they interlocked behind her head.

    Everything was quiet for a moment as Stacy pushed the first steel ball past Portia sphincter.

     “Nice, the weight makes it feel different from the resin ones,” said Portia who proceeded to moan each time Stacy inserted another ball.

     “Twelve person hot tub, I see an orgy in our future.  Of course, we’ll go shopping together. We probably need one nice dress for Saturday night,” said Stacy squirting some surgical lubricant on the end of the ten-millimeter Sound she had selected.

    “I am so grateful Mistress Stephanie taught us about sounds.  That’s right, baby, slip down Miss Portia’s pee port,” said Portia as Stacy released the probe she had placed just inside the entrance to Portia’s urethra then gave a slight twirl and a nudge.

   “Just let it set there for a minute while I relax and enjoy it,” said Portia.  “So you are now a full fledged member of the Posse.  Congratulations, that’s quite an achievement for a femme of twenty-two.  At an incredibly young age you have broken through the glass ceiling of organized crime and police corruption.  You may be the youngest female crime boss in history.”

   “Thank you for the accolade.  They even initiated me,” said Stacy twirling the Sounds handle creating a pleasurable sensation along the length of Portia’s urinary tract.

    “Did you have to swear an oath of silence,” asked Portia her eyes closed?  The sensation was incredibly intense, a tingling sensation reaching from the very tip of her urethra to deep inside her bladder.

    “No, just fuck all six of them.  I’ve developed a real taste for multiple partners,” said Stacy continuing to twirl the metal handle with her fingers allowing gravity to carry it on the journey to Portia’s bladder.

    “Gang bangs are an acquired taste.  I used to think it was too busy or distracting to have more than one cock in me at the same time.  But guys like feeling another guy’s cock alongside theirs so I persevered.  What we girls won’t do to make the boys pay us attention.  After a few doubles, I moved on to triples and then having two cocks in one hole,” said Portia.  “Now, I love being double stuffed.”

    “It’s the sense of being totally filled with cock.  When both your vagina and rectum are full, they interact with one another.  You can feel the cock in your pussy better because the one in your asshole is pressing against it, and vice versa.”

   “So how did you handle the six?  Connect up the TENS, please.  I am ready for electro stimulation,” said Portia.

   “After we got naked, I knelt down while they stood around me in a tight circle.  Sometimes I think they’re half gay the way they like to hug one another.  I sucked one and stroked two while the other three jacked off.  I keep switching so everyone gets sucked and stroked,” said Stacy clipping one TENS lead to the end of the Sound and the other to Portia’s clit.

    “Spreading joy and enjoying the well-deserved attention a female receives when sucking cock.  Give me a short low voltage burst to start,” said Portia taking hold of her nipples and gently twisting them.

    “Then your admirer, Lou, lay on the floor and I mounted him,” said Stacy turning the dial slightly.

    “I should be jealous.  You harlot, fucking my man who is going to take me yachting,” said Portia.  “Oh this is nice. What a rush.  I can feel the voltage moving from the sound to the anal beads.”

 “They were all pretty eager.  With Mike gone for two weeks, there was no Friday night dinner, dancing, and orgy with the Posse’s pussy.  I don’t think any of them ever have sex with their wives.”

    “Lou says he hasn’t screwed Maureen in over a year.  He thinks she’s balling someone behind his back.  Which ones are married,” asked Portia her eyes closed?  Stacy was bringing the anal bead right to the entrance of Portia’s anus then pushing it back inside with her finger.

    “Mike, Lou, Brad and Bobby are married.  Zack’s divorced but occasionally sleeps with his ex-wife, Katyln, and Mark has never been married.  Based on the files we took out of the apartment, Mark is definitely bi-sexual.”

    “Amazing how many of Boston’s male power brokers Mark has had sex with.  How is he with girls?”

    “Terrific, very oral, he loves to eat pussy and ass.  He told me he’s dating this girl he met in one of his classes at Northeastern.  Outside of Mike, Mark is the best sexual partner,” said Stacy.

    “Think we’ll wind up like their wives,” asked Portia?  “Electricity has so many wonderful uses, thank you Thomas Alva Edison. Thank you George Westinghouse.”

    “No, I don’t think I could handle it.  They’re never home, always off banging some slut.”

    “Like us?”

    “Yes, we are sluts for having sex with their husbands.  But I’m not sure how the wives feel about it.”

    “Maybe they like it that way.  They have the children, nice house, and a comfortable lifestyle.  Perhaps being a mother is enough of a reward for putting up with the rest of it,” said Portia.

    “You’re sounding very thoughtful.  Planning on marrying Monk and Les then settling down to drop a gaggle of mini Goths,” asked Stacy?

    “No, I was just expressing curiosity about the mindsets of our sisters in suburbia who are home with dirty diapers while we cavort on the Inca Dream fucking their spouses.”

   “We could form a Posse wives and sluts club as a support group and have monthly tell all sessions,” said Stacy.  “There are times I wonder what Connie thinks about Mike.  She must know he fucks around.”

    “I’d like to get it on with Lou’s wife,” said Portia.

    “You’ve never met her.  How are we doing orgasm wise?” asked Stacy.

    “No, but he is always showing me her picture and talking about her. Maureen is not a stay at home mom.  She substitute teaches second grade.  She also loves to cook and has one published cookbook to her credit,” said Portia.

    “She sounds interesting.  Find out where she food shops and meet her.  Become her friend, lover and sexual partner.  Then you will know how our counterparts think.” said Stacy.

    “An intriguing idea, maybe I will someday.  So you got banged by all six of them.  How was it?”

    “Good,” said Stacy.  “As I said, they were all horny and eager to unload.”

    “As gang bangs go, how would you rate it?”

    “Good to excellent, I got doubled and tripled,” said Stacy.  “I did a shoulder stand so they could double up in both my holes.”

    “Yoga inversions are in the Kama Sutra for a reason.  I think there is a little homosexual in all men.  They love feeling another cock in the same hole.”

    “Brad and Bobby Epps sure like it.  They’re terrific at coordinating their movement,” said Stacy.  “It’s like being fucked by the Olympic team for synchronized screwing,” said Stacy.

   “Maybe they should add Synchronized Screwing to the Olympics,” said Portia.  “But the French would win.  They excel at anything to do with sex.”

   “Let’s move to a higher setting,” said Stacy turning the dial two clicks.

   “Nice,” said Portia feeling a stronger buzz in her bladder.  “You right about wanting to pee.  Plus I’m sweating like a pig.”

    “But your urethra is blocked, silly.   No urine can escape,” said Stacy increasing the voltage.

    “Oh shit, my bladder feels like it’s going to burst,” said Portia working her clit.

    “Orgasm first,” said Stacy increasing the voltage.  “Then you can go potty.”

    “I need to piss,” screamed Portia as she began to climax.

    “No way, hold it and cum bitch,” said Stacy alternating between low and high voltage as Portia writhed in a prolonged orgasm while Stacy slowly tugged the beads out of Portia’s ass.

    “Sorry,” said Portia as the two girls changed the sheets.  “I’ll wash them.  I don’t want Lucia to think we’re bed wetters.”

    “My Aunt Sarah would wet herself when she got excited,” said Stacy.  “She had a Welsh Terrier named Cindy who would pee when she did.  She had to clean up after herself and the dog.”

   “Some women have bladder control issues.  I’ve never had them before but I’ve never had a Sounds probe in my bladder hooked up to a TENS.  I couldn’t help myself,” said Portia.

   “Next time, you stimulate my bladder with the TENS and I’ll pee in your face,” said Stacy.

   “Sorry about that, agreed, let’s shower.  We can sleep in my bed,” said Portia.

Chapter 62 Inca Dream

    “It’s almost two soccer fields long,” said Stacy looking at the wall sized plasma screen display of the Cardozo yacht.  “I can see how you could live it on it.  It’s bigger than most mansions.”

    “I feel guilty about sending some of the world’s greatest art to live in Davy Jones Locker,” said Portia using the mouse to display the ship’s lowest deck.  The area along the keel was of particular interest to Portia.

    “What Locker,” asked an uncomprehending Stacy?  

    “Antique nautical expression, when people and things are lost at sea and never seen again, old salts referred to them as being in Davy Jones Locker,” said Portia.

    “I didn’t know you were an old salt.  I must reread Treasure Island,” said Stacy.

    “Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum, fifteen men on a dead man’s chest.  Drink and the devil have done for the rest,” said Portia singing badly.

    “If Stevenson was writing today, there would be rampant sodomy in Treasure Island,” said Stacy. “Jim Hawkins would have more to fear from Long John Silver than getting his throat cut.”

   “Long John would have been interesting to me.  We’ve never done sex with an amputee.  At least I can’t recall screwing a one legged man,” said Portia.

    “I have an amputee notch on my bedpost courtesy of the Oasis.  The other dancers called him Skeletor.  Actually he was a pretty nice guy who lived with his mother in Queens.  He was horribly injured during the war and the other dancers couldn’t handle all the scars and missing limbs.  I felt it was my patriotic duty to give him the best fuck possible for the least amount of money.  We’ll have to add it to your list of untried perversions.”

    “I’ll put a notice on Craig’s List, Goth Princess Seeks NSA Sex with Multiple Amputee,” said Portia.  “Pic required.”  

    “Excellent idea, in movies about pirates, there is always a sweet innocent young cabin boy. Can you imagine what his fate was in real life?” said Stacy.  

    “Churchill wrote the three pillars of the British Navy were rum, the lash and sodomy,” said Portia.

    “Speaking of sodomy, there’s a twelve person hot tub on the pool deck,” said Stacy reading from a book containing the building specifications for the yacht.  “That sounds like fun and an excellent setting for a good old fashioned maritime orgy.  I wonder what the Cardozo women will be like,” asked Stacy?

    “According to the files on Ramón and Esteban, I predict Latina beauty queens.  Beauty contests are muy grande in Latin American culture and having a winner on your arm is muy macho,” said Portia thumbing through a folder.  “Wow, how would you like to do her,” asked Portia handing Stacy a publicity picture of a dark haired beauty dressed in a very small bikini.

    “She is gorgeous.  Who is she?” asked Stacy.

    “Carina Medeiros, a former Miss Brazil and Miss Universe of two years ago, according to the file, she is Ramón Cardozo’s current mistress.”

    “She may go to into that locker along with the art.  Too bad, she’s a work of art herself,” said Stacy picturing Carina’s tongue traveling circles around her clit.

    “Give me her picture back before you start diddling yourself,” said Portia reaching for the picture.

    “Have you memorized the yacht’s layout,” asked Sir Charles as he entered the room?

    “From stem to stern,” said Stacy standing up.  “We’ve done the virtual tour a hundred times.  I’ll dream about it in my sleep.”

    “Good, it’s important you know the layout of the Inca Dream.  You may have little time to act when the moment comes,” said Sir Charles.

    “How long after the explosion before she sinks,” asked Portia?

    “Reynolds estimates less than five minutes depending on how rough the sea is at the time.  You must get into the life rafts without delay,” said Sir Charles.  “That’s another reason a detailed knowledge of the ship’s layout is vital to your survival.”

    At Sir Charles insistence, Stacy and Portia had spent hours memorizing the blue prints of the Inca Dream then being quizzed by Simone.  Sir Charles had acquired a digital blueprint of the Inca Dream through payment of a substantial bribe to one of the builder’s nautical engineer.  The blueprint drove a computer program that provided a virtual walkthrough.  Portia and Stacy had practiced escaping to the life rafts from every part of the ship.

   “It’s enormous,” said Stacy watching as Portia displayed a port side view of each of the five decks.

   “At five hundred forty four feet, it is the largest private yacht in the world other than its sister ship.  However, it has only forty staterooms compared to its sister’s sixty.  The Cardozo’s wanted a less populated and more lavish ship.  Over the last five years, they’ve been very active in the auction houses snapping up great art.  There are also rumors the objects stolen three years ago from Boston’s Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum are on the Inca Dream,” said Sir Charles.

    “Davy Jones Locker will have some new additions to its collection,” said Stacy.

    “It can’t be helped,” said Sir Charles with a touch of sadness in his voice.

    “What’s the top speed of the Inca Dream,” asked Portia?

     “Its twin thirty five thousand horse power Cummins diesel turbines are capable of thirty knots but at that speed it has a limited range.  Normal cruising speed is sixteen knots,” said Sir Charles.

   “Any idea what’s that used for, Sir Charles,” asked Portia pointing to a large unmarked area on the bottom deck?

    “That’s something of a mystery.  The shipyard was told the owners would find a use for the space in their own time.  I suspect it is an interrogation center and torture chamber,” said Sir Charles.

   “A yacht with its own torture chamber, the Cardozo’s think of everything,” said Stacy.

   “Much of the year, the Inca Dream is anchored in a protective cove near the port of Cartagena.  The cartel controls the two peninsulas that border the cove.  It’s impossible to gain entrance unless the cartel approves you.  The locals are terrified of the Cardozos and stay away,” said Sir Charles.

   “Why hasn’t the Columbian government shut them down,” asked Stacy.  “Surely a few battalions of the army the US has trained could raid the area.”

    “Yes, if they had orders to do it; however both the civilian and military have been bought and paid for from the billions earned by the cartel.  You don’t shut down an organization that is depositing a few million a month to your Swiss account.”

   “You said the dungeon is on board the Inca Dream.  Are the brothers hands on when it comes time to use it?” asked Portia.    

   “Definitely, Ramón and Esteban Cardozo are both sociopaths.  The Cardozos have a long family history of anti-social behavior.  In the nineteen hundreds, Juan Garcia Cardozo was dictator of Colombia.  Each year, he spent three months in Paris at the opera and the other nine in Bogotá butchering his enemies.  Castration is normally part of their repertoire.  The Cardozos are said to have removed the testicles of thousands of their enemies.”

     “I recall reading about him.  He would return from Paris, crush the revolution and execute the rebels in the public square,” said Portia.  “His nickname was the Butcher of Bogotá,” said Portia.

    “Precisely, Juan Carlos would gather the entire city to watch the executions.  Impalement was his favorite method of execution because the person did not die immediately.  Mercy was unknown to him.  The rebel’s family, including his parents, spouse, and even small children were subjected to a very public and hideous death.”

    “The Butcher of Bogotá was an opera lover,” said Stacy. “That seems weird.”

    “He built an incredible opera house in Bogotá and paid a fortune to the greatest singers of his time to perform.  After he died in his bed at the age of eighty three, the citizens burned it down.”

    “Impalement is a poor means of making people like opera,” said Stacy.

    “Juan Garcia was so feared a minister suspecting el Presidente meant to execute him died of fright when he unexpectedly stopped by to chat.  Even today, mention the Cardozo name in Colombia and the righteous make the sign of the cross.”

   “They seem to be very successful.  Most of the drug lords have eventually been killed and their cartels broken up,” said Stacy.

   “The Cardozos have been responsible for the elimination of competing cartels.  They have proven to be very capable managers of what is a difficult and dangerous business.”

   “So they’re smart, like Portia,” said Stacy.

   “Stop with the smart Portia shit,” said Portia.  “I want to be thought of a normal cock crazy slut like you.”

   “Sorry,” said Stacy leaning over to kiss Portia’s cheek.

   “Ramón has an IQ of one sixty five and has been diagnosed as manic depressive.  He and Portia are equivalent in intelligence however Portia is much prettier.  Esteban is only slightly less intelligent.”

    “A genius drug lord who is a nut case,” said Portia.  “What is his education?”

    “Ramón attended the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.  He studied electrical engineering,” said Sir Charles.

    “A genius manic depressive drug lord with a degree from MIT, I’m surprised the entire country is required to do a line of coke every morning,” said Stacy.

   “Ramón didn’t graduate.  His girlfriend went missing.  Two months later, a hunter stumbled over her badly decomposed body in a state park.  The medical examiner said the cause of death was indeterminate but he did note her fingers and toes had been broken along with numerous bones in her face,” said Sir Charles.

   “Ramón’s girlfriend turned up dead.  The police must have questioned or arrested him,” said Stacy.

   “They did.  It seems that during the period Ramón was a student several coeds disappeared who had some contact with him.  He was suspected but nothing could be proven,” said Sir Charles.

   “But the case was never prosecuted,” asked Portia?

   “No, this is a copy of the Cambridge Police Departments case file on the girl friend.  Her name was Althea Hennessey,” said Sir Charles handing Portia a thick folder.

   “She was very pretty.  I remember this folder.  It was in the filing cabinet at the Posse’s apartment,” said Stacy.  “I didn’t get a chance to look at it.”

   “Yes, note the names of the officers in charge of the case,” said Sir Charles.

   “Detectives Michael Cabreeze and Louis Connors, now I know why Mike is always bragging about he had an in with the Cardozo Cartel.  He squashed the case,” said Stacy.

   “Correct, Ramón should have been arrested and tried for the torture murder of Miss Hennessey and perhaps others.  However, Detective Cabreeze recognizing the potential value of having performed a major favor for some very important people in the drug trade covered up the real evidence.  I suspect the Cardozos rewarded him with a large sum of cash and their loyalty.”

   “What’s Esteban’s story?” asked Portia.

   “Older brother by ten years, took a first at the London School of Economics, has a reputation for being highly organized and methodical.  He speaks six languages.  His investments of the cartel’s funds have tripled their value.  His sexual preference focuses on his own gender.”

   “Mark better watch his backside,” said Stacy.

   “Both Ramón and Esteban share a taste for cruelty.  The unmarked space on the Inca Dream’s blue print is undoubtedly a high tech facility devoted to interrogation and torture,” said Sir Charles.

   “And you know this how,” asked Portia?

   “The same firm that designed and manufactured some of the apparatus used in Club Josephine’s interrogation facility also did work for a corporate entity that I have recently traced back to the owners of the Inca Dream,” said Sir Charles.

   “French water torture is so in,” said Stacy.

   “Where I prefer classical methods, Wallace Sedgwick LTD’s work for the Cardozo’s focused on the latest technology.  Electrical and sound driven apparatus replaced racks, whips, branding irons, etc.  Ramón bragged to the firm’s director that he had invented a form of nanotechnology that attacked nerve receptors as the molecular level.   The Managing Director said the Cardozos were personally involved in the selection and even suggested modifications to their purchases.  It was a very lucrative business deal for the firm,” said Sir Charles.

   “I’m surprised the firm’s management was willing to share information about another client,” said Portia.

   “Wallace Sedgwick LTD is owned by a firm I have an interest in,” said Sir Charles.

   “Shame on you, Sir Charles, owning a company that manufactures and sells instruments of torture, you should be ashamed,” said Portia laughing.

   “My financial interest is a major source of intelligence regarding the evil of our planet.  Besides, I prefer instruments of interrogation and persuasion.  They certainly persuaded you two to join Club Josephine,” said Sir Charles.

   “My pussy will never forget the ride you took it on.  Let’s get back to the blueprints.  Is this where the helicopter is anchored to the deck?” asked Stacy pointing to an area on the yacht’s fantail.

   “Yes, a twelve passenger Sikorsky S-92, it will take you from the Miami airport to the Inca Dream which I assume will remain at least one hundred kilometers off shore,” said Sir Charles.

   “And our escape plan,” asked Portia?

   “The life rafts on the Inca Dream are the top of the Winslow line, absolutely the best available.  You should be able to handle anything the Atlantic can come up with.  Reynolds will be shadowing the Inca Dream in another smaller yacht.  He will home in on your signal and pick you up in a matter of hours,” said Sir Charles.

   “To summarize, I will plant sufficient explosives to blow out the bottom of the Inca Dream thereby creating a distraction allowing Stacy to shoot the two Cardozos.  The Inca Dream will sink.  We and other survivors will take to the life rafts.  Reynolds will pick us up before the Coast Guard arrives.  Simone will orchestrate a media and Internet release of selected files we copied from the apartment.  Posse survivors if any will spend the rest of their life in prison.”

   “There will be a large number of bad people going to prison as a result of the media release,” said Sir Charles.  “But I have held back certain ones such as the Russos.  We can’t have pictures of Stacia getting her bum spanked all over the Internet.”

   “Thank you,” said Stacy.  “I’m certain my parents appreciate your discretion.”

Chapter 63 Wild Ride to Miami

 

     “It’s going to be a little rough, so fasten your seat belt,” announced the pilot as the Bombardier Global jet began its descent into the Miami-Dade Airport.

     “Must be Danica,” said Portia gathering up the strapon cocks and harnesses and placing them back in the Red Sox bag.

     “Weather report said it going to miss the US,” said Lou.

     “Hurricanes are like women, they like to change their minds,” said Mike stepping into his boxer shorts.

    The pilot’s announcement prompted Stacy along with the others to begin searching frantically for their clothes.  Stacy and Portia had led a five hour in-flight non-stop orgy that made the time pass quickly.  It also provided opportunity to medicate everyone with a powerful aphrodisiac that would last the weekend.

     Other than a few comments about being exceptionally horny, no one had noticed the six Posse members and their female companions had been insatiable throughout the flight.

    Stacy was determined to maintain her anything goes party girl image within the Posse. Two days before, her PowerPoint presentation of a complex money-laundering scheme for the billions the Posse expected to receive from the exclusive US distribution of cartel cocaine had impressed Mike and Zack.

    They should have been impressed.  The world’s foremost expert on the topic had prepared it. The Posse began to consider Stacy a contributing member not just an unusually willing and skilled whore.

   “That’s all wrong,” said Stacy complaining to Portia.  “I don’t want them to think of me as a true partner.  It’s dangerous, especially now.”

   “I agree.  So the answer is we fuck our brains out on the flight down.  By the times the wheels touch down, they’ll consider you the chief bimbo in residence and nothing more.  Sir Charles told me about an experimental drug that will increase their sexual activity for three to five days.  I know how we can get them to apply it,” said Portia.

    “How,” asked Stacy?

    “They’ll take it up the ass,” said Portia.

    A key part of their plan was to create as relaxed an atmosphere as possible so Mike and the others would lower their guard.  The initial phase had gone well judging by the look on everyone’s face as the plane approached the runway.

    Stacy had initiated their plan immediately after takeoff.  “I’m flying naked and joining the mile high club,” said Stacy standing to unbutton her blouse as soon as the jet cleared the runway at Lexington’s Hanscomb field.  Stacy’s blouse was already half unbuttoned when she heard the wheels being retracted into the fuselage.

    “What,” asked Mike looking puzzled at her behavior?  The importance of the trip to the fortunes of the Posse had put him into a thoughtful mood Stacy needed to lighten.

    “I’m in the mood to party.  You said we would have some fun on the trip.  I’ll be very serious and ladylike when we get there.  I promise. But for now, I want to enjoy the flight by screwing everyone,” said Stacy slipping the blouse off her shoulders.  “Get naked, girls.  Let’s join the Posse’s mile high club.”

    “Why not,” said Wynona standing in the aisle to remove her shirt then playfully throwing it at Stacy who responded by tossing her blouse toward Wynona?  Wynona’s fiery red hair reminded Stacy of her recent auburn tresses.  Seconds later, their bras flew across the plane.  Wynona’s landed on Mike’s head.

    Stacy quickly straddled him and pulled the lacy D cups on top of his head.  “You look cute like a Mousketeer,” said Stacy before kissing him passionately.

    “You are one cock crazy cunt,” said Mike embracing Stacy enjoying the feel of her hard nipples against his face.  “Maybe I should divorce Connie and marry you.”

   “No way I’d marry you.  My husband has to be a virgin on our wedding night.  Suck my tits.  You’re going down,” said Stacy placing her breasts at his lips.   Mike obliged by capturing her nipple in his mouth then sucking in the entire areola.    

    “I brought toys for everyone,” said Portia pulling a large nylon Red Sox sports bag from under the seat in front of her.

    “Let’s get wild,” said Katyln, Zack’s ex wife stepping in the aisle to unzip her skirt and let it fall to the floor.   Katyln had a well-tanned compact muscular build that matched her ex-husbands.  She and Zack owned and managed a chain of Metro Boston health clubs. Her position required her to stay in shape.

    “What toys did you bring, Portia,” asked Chloe pulling her cotton shirt over her head.  Brad had recently paid for Chloe to have a breast augmentation and she was anxious to see the other’s reactions to her new chest.

    “Strap ons, those look terrific, Chloe,” said Portia adding a high school girl’s squeal to her voice as she pushed the end of her ringed tit in Lou’s open mouth.

    “This is good.  I thought the flight would be boring,” said Veronika, a recent immigrant from the Ukraine Bobby had helped with a police problem concerning the distribution of heroin.  This was her first time with the Posse.  Veronika was well over six feet but skinny almost to the point of appearing emaciated.  She pulled her shirt over her head.

     Braless, her dark chocolate nipples and mannish chest caught Stacy’s eye.  “I want to eat your pussy, Veronika,” yelled Stacy enthusiastically.

     “I get her first,” said Wynona turning Veronika around to kiss her.

     “Give me one, Portia,” said Stacy rapidly undressing in the aisle.

     “How many of those things do you have in that bag,” asked Lou watching Portia remove a handful of the oversized dildos and harnesses?

     “Don’t worry, Lou.  I brought strapons for everyone.  You’re blue, Stacy,” said Portia tossing Stacy a harness with a bright blue plastic dildo nine inches in length mounted on the crotch.  There was a plastic squeeze bottle of kiwi flavored Wet taped to the side of the dildo.  It would have taken an expert to determine the product had been heavily laced with an aphrodisiac.

     “Lt. Michael Cabreeze, the whores of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts have found you guilty of lascivious conduct and mopery.  You are sentenced to a thunderous butt fucking to be carried out in front of your peers.  I am going to stir your shit,” said Stacy now naked as she stepped into the harness and pulled it over her hips.  Sentence to be carried out immediately. “Strip, bend over, lift your sack, and spread them,” said Stacy.

    “You’re insane.  You’re not going to stick that thing up my ass,” said Mike laughing as he began to undress.

    “What’s the matter, Michael?  Can’t take a little butt action?  Don’t want your shit packed?  Little rose bud’s too tender for Stacy’s hard prick,” said Stacy stroking lubricant onto the dildo as she waved it in Mike’s face.  “You know what UK’s soccer hooligans say about male anal sex?”

    “No, what do they say,” asked Mike his mood lightening?

    “Guys who fuck only girls are Nancy boys,” said Stacy.  “It takes a real man to fuck a man.”

    “Sounds like the Brits,” said Mike.

    “Stacy and I thought it would be nice for a change if we girls do the fucking,” said Portia reaching into the bag to retrieve more of the brightly colored strapons and tossing them to each of the now naked girls.  Portia quickly fastened the harness around her waist and thighs then climbed up on Lou’s seat one foot on each armrest.

     “Suck it, Nancy boy.  Show me how you used to suck priest dick at St. Francis’s in Southie,” said Portia taking hold of Lou’s head and pushing the yellow dildo into his mouth.  Portia was pleased Lou did not protest but joined in the fun.  The others women imitated Portia forcing the strapon cocks into their partner’s mouth.

    At the front of the plane the fight attendant was watching the goings on with wide eyes.  Just when you believe you’ve seen it all thought Myrna opening a bottle of champagne.

    “Will you hear my confession, Father O’Rourke, if I swallow your holy load,” said Lou as he licked and sucked the cock?  In Lou’s case, he was reenacting actual events.  Over the course of his twelve years in South Boston’s Catholic schools, he had engaged in oral and anal sex with several priests including a young Jesuit just out of seminary named Sean O’Rourke.

    Lou had drunkenly confided to Portia how he had fallen in love with the handsome young priest and availed himself of every opportunity to serve him.  One of his happiest boyhood memories was when the football team went on a spiritual retreat to a seminary in Western Massachusetts and he got to spend the entire night in Father O’Rourke’s arms.

    As Lou’s lips and tongue applied themselves to the realistic contours of the finely crafted dildo, he recalled other memories.  Some of the most erotic were in the church’s confessional when he had knelt under the priest’s robes slowly and quietly sucking his cock while the good father heard the confessions of parishioners.

    One vivid memory was when Mary Casey the prettiest girl at St. Francis Xavier High School confessed to the sin of lust.  She’d performed orally with Coach Lewis, the football coach.  Mary described in detail several occasions where she had climbed under the Coach’s desk and wound up with a mouthful of semen she had dutifully swallowed.  Mary, a devout Catholic, had been tormented by the thought that swallowing the Coach’s living seed was a mortal sin since it was not used to procreate.

     She also asked the Father O’Rourke whether it was a sin for Coach Lewis to use his mouth to pleasure her.  Mary had been unable to locate any passages in her Baltimore Catechism defining whether she committed a mortal or a venal sin by allowing Coach to lay her on his desk and used his mouth to make her feel, in Mary’s words, gloriously happy.

    Father O’Rourke had cautioned Mary to speak to no one else of her meetings with the Coach upon pain of excommunication and losing her immortal soul.  He pointed out Coach Lewis was under enormous pressure to continue the team’s winning record and return them to the state championship. Lou faithfully recalled the exchange ending the confession.

    “Coach wants me to give up my virginity.  So far, I’ve only played with his cock and used my mouth to make him come.  What should I do, Father?” said a tearful Mary.

    “Tell Coach Lewis you’ll give yourself to him the night he wins the state championship.  Now, not a word of this to anyone, say ten Hail Mary’s and five Our Fathers and repeat the Act of Contrition with me,” said the Priest.

    “Yes, Father,” said Mary.

    After Mary’s confession, Lou and Father O’Rourke had retired to his quarters in the manse for an afternoon of fucking that left Lou gloriously happy, too.

    Lou had been heartbroken when Father O’Rourke had been called to Rome to serve the Holy See.  Lou attributed the fact his cock became very hard very quick to the power of the long forgotten first love but that was only partially true.  Drugs concealed in the Wet had invigorated his sexual plumbing to a state his poor physical condition, drinking and drug abuse normally prohibited.

    “Unzip me, sweetheart,” said Lou.  “You’ve got me so hard I’m going to blow my load.”

    “I think our big strong cops have sucked dick before,” said Chloe to the others as she thrust the lubricant coated head into Brad’s eager mouth.    

    This is working thought Stacy looking up and down the aisle of the luxurious executive jet Mike had leased for the weekend.  All six of the females were wearing the strapons.  They were custom made by Crofts and McAdams, a venerable London firm that had been in the marital aids business for over a century.  They had supplied the royal family with a variety of products always employing the highest quality material and most expert craftsmanship.   Many of Europe’s nobility had felt the impact across their backside of their internationally regarded Malacca canes.

    The strapon dildo was an exact replica of Prince Albert Edward’s penis, the notorious rake who was the son of Queen Victoria and went on to become King Edward VII.  His member was well known throughout London society.  Christened The Punisher by those who experienced it and famed for the oversized mushroom head, it figured prominently in many divorce cases of Prince Eddie’s time and was reputed to have fathered dozens of bastards.  Before the trip, Stacy and Portia had rigorously tested it using Monk and Les as guinea pigs.

    A three-inch wide band of hand-tooled soft belt leather circled the wearer’s waist.  One-inch wide straps girded both thighs providing superior stability, comfort, and control.  On the female’s end of the nine-inch dildo was a smaller dildo of a more modern design.  A five-inch vaginal dildo contoured to maintain contact with the G-spot anchored the prodigious tool and provided serious pleasure to the wearer during use.  Its textured patented surface stimulated the vaginal walls.

     The front of the harness did not neglect the clitoris.  An adjustable triangle of soft silicone rubber nodules mounted on the inside of the V-shaped pubic pad pressed into the clitoral area.  Both Stacy and Portia had been highly satisfied with the erotic sensations resulted from their vigorous pummeling of Monk and Les’s assholes.  They had spent hours testing the strapons and the effect of the drug contained in the Wet lubricant.  Only the utter physical exhaustion of the two boys put an end to their efforts.

    “This is so comfortable,” said Wynona tightening the waist.  “And it’s made so well, not like that cheap crap you get in the stores.”

    “Oh fuck, this feels great in my pussy.  I got to have one of these,” said Chloe inserting the smaller dildo into her vagina and experiencing the pleasure it afforded when it contacted Dr. Grafenberg’s discovery.

    “I’ve got the email address of the company if anyone wants to buy one,” said Portia helpfully.

    “Join us Myrna,” said Stacy to the fiftyish flight attendant who was making drinks in the front of the plane.

   Why the hell not thought Myrna as she eyed the naked women getting into the strapons. Looking much younger than her fifty-two years, Myra had kept her figure because she knew her job depended on it.

    Over ten years of charter flights, her willingness to do whatever it took to make the passengers happy had been the secret to her employment longevity.  At twenty five thousand a flight, passengers felt entitled to more than free drinks.  Sports figures, rock bands, and the occasional business executive had treated Myrna as part of the accommodations.

     They hadn’t neglected her anus either.  Myra recalled the first time she had engaged in anal sex.  It occurred during a drunken drug orgy while transporting a rock band back to London after their American tour.  The drummer who was gay mistook Myrna’s upturned asshole for that of the band manager.  A totally wasted Myna collapsed over a seat had been awakened by the insertion of a large cock in her rectum.

    Finding the sensation not unpleasant she had encouraged its continuance by squeezing her butt cheeks together until the release of a copious load of semen filled her rectum.

    She had been mildly surprised when upon withdrawal a pair of sucking lips surrounded her anus to extract its liquid content.  It was only when the singer pulled Myra erect and pressed his lips to hers releasing the contents of his mouth he realized he had just sodomized someone outside his normal gender preference.

    “Sorry about that, love,” said the singer licking his lips.

    “My pleasure,” said Myrna after swallowing.

    Since that first and unexpected anal intrusion, Myrna had developed a taste for all things anal and had expanded her own sexual preferences to both genders.

    “There’s not a seat on the plane I haven’t been screwed in by both sexes,” Myra drunkenly bragged to coworkers at a recent office party.  “Once I took on an entire NBA team and their coaches.  I did anal with the seven-foot center.  I didn’t shit right for a month.”

    But when she learned the passengers on the flight to Miami were policemen she thought it would be a sedate trip.  But when Stacy exposed her incredibly beautiful breasts and Portia began handing out the strapon dildos, Myra knew she was in for an interesting flight.

    “Here, Myrna, you can be the silver,” said Portia tossing the gleaming dildo in her direction.

    “I’m in,” said Myra slipping out of her uniform jacket as she caught the dildo with one hand.

    “All right, ladies, let’s form the caterpillar and show our Nancy boys how it’s done.  Then we’ll see whose man enough to join us,” said Stacy taking up a position in the middle of the aisle.  Stacy braced her legs against the seats on each side and squatted down supporting herself with the armrests.

   “Fuck my ass somebody, please,” yelled Stacy in a tone of mock desperation.

   “Me, I’ll do it,” said Wynona taking a position behind Stacy.  She smeared lubricant on Stacy’s anus, loosening the tight aperture with her fingers.

   “Ready, girl friend,” asked Wynona placing the mushroom head against the center of Stacy’s sphincter.

    “Give me your best shot,” said Stacy bracing herself as Wynona slowly moved forward driving all nine inches into Stacy’s rectum.

    “Oh, that feels good.  I feel so full,” said Stacy after she had sounded a loud animal moan from the back of her throat.

    “Me next,” said Chloe stepping behind Wynona.  Moments later, Chloe delivered a loud slap to Wynona’s flank as she lunged forward to bury the entire nine inches.

    “Goddamn, it feels like its coming out my mouth,” cried Wynona between loud grunts.

    “After I fuck Chloe, I’m going to do you, Zack.  This is going up that tight little hole of yours.  You better get it wet and lose so it slides in easy,” said Katyln pressing the dildo to Zack’s lips.  Zack laughed then licked the cockhead.

    “I can’t wait,” said Zack as Katyln took up a position behind Chloe and began applying lubricant to her anus.

    “God it feels huge,” said Chloe as Katyln forced her sphincter to open and accept the dildo.

   “How do you want it, Chloe, slow or all at once,” asked Katyln once she was in position.

   “I’m a Posse girl, ram that baby in as far as it will go,” said Chloe bracing herself.

   “You got it,” said Katyln thrusting forward with a force that was felt along the caterpillar.

    “I felt that,” announced Stacy at the front.

    “Me too,” said Wynona.

    “That’s why it is called the caterpillar,” said Portia.

    “In Moscow, the mafia is bisexual.  My boyfriend, Dimitri, had to prove his loyalty once a week by letting his boss fuck him in the ass,” said Veronika taking a position behind Katyln.

    “I didn’t use to like anal,” exclaimed Katyln as Veronika impaled her.  “But now I just love it.  God that’s huge.”

    “I’ll take Veronika’s rear,” said Portia kneeling down and applying her mouth to the exposed sphincter.  Portia’s mouth and fingers aided by the lubricant readied Veronika’s anus for penetration.  A torrent of Russian expletives escaped Veronika’s lips as Portia sunk the dildo home.

    “Come here, Myrna,” said Stacy.  You can be the head of the caterpillar.”

    Myrna clad only in the strapon stepped up to Stacy, leaned down to kiss her passionately then took up a position in front of her in a deep squat.  Stacy applied her mouth to Myrna’s rectum then lubricated it with Wet’s anal jelly.

   Myra let out a long sigh of deep pleasure as the mushroom head forced open her sphincter then traveled nine full inches into her bowel.

    “Let’s show the captain and crew our caterpillar,” said Stacy.

    “We’ll have to move in cadence,” said Katyln who had considerable experience in supervising group exercise.  “I’ll call it this way: dildo out, step right, step left, ram it in, dildo out, and so on.  That way we can move like a caterpillar going forward.”

    Minutes later, the three man crew was astonished when to the cadence shouted by Katyln, Myrna opened the cockpit door and the seven hunched over women rhythmically moved forward to where Myrna’s head was between the pilot and copilot’s seat.

    “Join the caterpillar and let us fuck you in the ass; then you can do take a ride on our Hershey Highway,” said Stacy.

    “Shit yeah, I’m in,” said Ronnie, the flight engineer reaching out to fondle Stacy’s breast.

    “Take off your pants and squat down in from of Myrna,” said Stacy.

    “Hey guys, we got a real man up here that’s not afraid to take it in the ass,” yelled Wynona over her shoulder.

    “Hey, I’ve already fucked Myrna more times than I can count,” said Ronnie kicking his shoes off as he unbuckled his belt.

   “But this time she is going to fuck you,” said Portia.

   “I got to get a picture of this,” said Curt the co-pilot reaching into his bag for a camera.

   “After I let Myrna fuck me in the ass, what do I get to do,” asked Ronnie slipping his boxers down?

   “You can stick this anywhere you want, my mouth, my pussy or my ass,” said Stacy taking hold of Ronnie’s cock to stroke it.

    “Hey, I want in on this,” said Curt.  “How about we take turns flying, Rob?”

    “Al right, you go first.  After you’ve emptied your gun, come back and I’ll take a shot,” said Rob.

    “Lube me up, Myrna,” said Ronnie presenting his hairy butt to her face.

    “My pleasure,” said Myrna squirting Wet into Ronnie’s crack then working it into his sphincter with his fingers.

    “Ever taken it up the ass before, Ronnie,” asked Rob?

    “Sure, lots, the first wife was into strapons,” said Ronnie reaching back to pull his ass cheeks apart then moaning as Myrna inserted two fingers in his anus.  “Loosen my hole, Myrna.”

    “Hey Gorgeous, want to stir my shit,” asked Rob looking directly at Stacy?

    “Love to, how do you want it, dog style, cowboy, or on your back,” asked Stacy?

    “On my back so I can play with those tits,” said Rob.

    “Smile for the camera,” said Curt focusing on Ronnie’s face as Myrna positioned the dildo in the center of his rosebud.

    “Ready to join the caterpillar,” asked Myrna taking a firm grip on Ronnie’s hips?

    “Ram it home, Myra,” said Ronnie exhaling to relax as he felt the faux prick slip into his rectum and travel inward straightening a loop in his large intestine.

    “Oh fuck,” said Ronnie taking another deep breath attempting to control the cramp he was feeling in his gut.

     “That was priceless,” said Curt still looking through the camera’s viewfinder.  “Ron’s eyes got wide as saucers as that baby sunk in.  This is one for the family album.”

     “Caterpillar in reverse,” said Katyln as she began the cadence that took them back to the main cabin.

     “Don’t you just love it,” asked Wynona slowly moving the dildo back and forth in Stacy’s ass?

     “I never thought I would like anal until Mike showed me how great it was,” said Stacy as they reached her row.  “Your turn, Cabreeze.”

     “Why not,” asked Mike standing up to kick off his Gucci loafers?

     Moments later, Mike’s clothes were neatly folded over the window seat as he stepped in front of Stacy and crouched.

     “Loosen me up, please,” said Mike presenting his butt to Stacy’s face.

      Mike’s participation encouraged the other members of the Posse to join in, even Zack.

     “I’ve been dreaming of this day,” said Katyln pushing two Wet covered fingers in Zack’s asshole.

     “Hey, take it easy,” said Zack.

     “Sorry, sweetheart but its payback time for all those nights you got me drunk and fucked me in the ass, especially the time you let your old Navy buddy join in,” said Katyln.

    “I said I was sorry and you said you forgave me for that.  Besides I was too drunk to stop him,” said Zack pushing back slightly in increase the penetration of Katyln’s fingers.

    “But not too drunk to shoot a full roll of film of him pounding my holes,” said Katyln placing the dildo head in the center of Zack’s sphincter.

    “Hey, it was our honeymoon.  Who knew Ed and Zoe were going to be at the same resort,” said Zack.  “Give me a couple of inches to start.”

    “Zoe, you had to mention that worthless slut who you were fucking every time my back was turned.  How’s that?” said Katyln slowly easing the dildo into Zack’s butthole then removing it?  When Zack’s sphincter failed to fully close, she aimed the bottle of Wet toward the opening and squeezed hard sending a stream of lubricant inside.

    “I’m not the one who played naked Twister with a bunch of college boys then let them gang bang me on the bench press,” said Zack as Katyln slowly shoved the dildo to its halfway point.

    “This is a really terrific feeling,” said Zack exulting in how it felt to have the dildo in his bowels.

    “You guys sounded like you had a great honeymoon,” said Chloe wistfully as she thrust into Brad’s muscular butt.

    “It was a wonderful honeymoon.  It was the marriage that sucked,” said Katyln commencing the rocking motion.

    “This isn’t so bad in fact I’m getting off on it,” said Mike as Stacy slowly fucked him in the butt.

    “I’ll send one to your house with a note telling her how much you like it,” said Stacy.

    “Connie and I have split up.  She’d filing for divorce,” said Mike.  “Let’s get married as soon as my divorce is final.”

    “Are you serious,” asked Stacy slowly pulling the dildo out to where only the head remained in Mike’s ass before slowly forcing it in as far as possible.

    “Of course, I’m serious.  We make a great team.  This thing with the Cardozo Brothers is only the beginning.  We’re going to be rich as Bill Gates.  What’s the matter?  You don’t want to be Mrs. Stacia Cabreeze?”

    “You’re actually asking me to marry you while I’m fucking you in the ass with a dildo,” said Stacy.

    “Not romantic enough, all right, we’ll go to dinner next week, just the two of us and I’ll pop the question.  I’ll even get down on my knees if that is what you want.”

    “That sounds better,” said Stacy.  “I’m an old fashioned girl.”

    “The divorce will take six months to finalize. But I want to get you pregnant before that,” said Mike slowly stroking his cock.

    “Children too,” asked Stacy?

    “You do want them, don’t you?”

    “Sure, I can’t wait to have your babies,” said Stacy tightening her grip on Mike’s flanks as she increased the pace and force she was driving the dildo in her future husband’s ass.

Chapter 64 Pool Deck Rug Munch

 

    Portia slipped the special tool from her manicure kit into the tiny slot of the Croft and Adams dildo and gave it a twist.  At the sound of the click followed by the hiss of escaping inert gas, she glanced over at a sleeping Lou.  He didn’t move.

    He’d passed out on the bed as soon as they reached their cabin.  Playing the role of a good whore, Portia had removed his shoes and clothes.  At the moment, he was lying naked with one hand cupping his balls while his snores filled the oversized space.

    Portia had managed to get her bag of sex toys through the Cardozo brother’s security without a problem.  Security had taken one look inside the bag of lubricant and body fluid coated strapons, smiled at Portia and quickly handed it back.

    Weeks ago, Mike called a meeting of the Posse and its whore auxiliaries to inform everyone Cardozo’s security was extremely tight.  They would have to pass through metal detectors and the luggage would be searched then passed through some very sophisticated bomb detection sensors.  There would even be a bomb-sensing dog running around sniffing their luggage.   That was the first time Portia had ever met any of the Posse other than Mike and Lou.

    “I got an email from Enrique Camarado, the head of security for the Cardozos, no guns or knives,” said Mike at their final meeting.  “No weapons of any kind are allowed on board.”

    “Hey, I don’t go anywhere without my piece,” said Bobby patting the nine millimeter semi-automatic under his jacket.

    “You have to leave it on the plane,” said Mike.

    “How about I keep mine in my suitcase,” asked Lou?

    “Absolutely no weapons allowed.  This is not something to fuck around with.  You could queer the whole deal,” said Mike.

    “How about drugs,” asked Chloe?

    “There will be plenty of drugs on the boat.  Leave the blow on the plane too,” said Mike.

    “Are we going to be strip searched,” asked Wynona laughing?

    “Possibly, these guys are professionals.  The British SAS trained Enrique and his staff; so don’t do anything stupid like stuff your cunt full of coke,” said Mike.

    “What’s the matter, Wynona, hoping some hot Latino sticks his hand up your snatch,” asked Brad laughing?

    “I was hoping he would stick something else up there,” said Wynona spreading her legs wide and rubbing her hand over her panty covered crotch.

    “I have never had a cavity search.  Have any of you?” asked Katyln.

    “When Mark took me to meet his dad for his birthday conjugal visit, a prison matron at Bridgewater searched my cavities.  She seemed to enjoy her work,” said Stacy.  “The surprise was a male guard watched the whole thing.”

    “My holes were searched at Trenton juvie.  The police picked me for a curfew violation.  After this sixty-year-old matron stuck her hands in my box, she offered to let me ago if I met her later for lesbian sex.  Since I was trying to get a scholarship to a good college, I happily agreed.  It’s still the oldest rug I ever munched,” said Portia.

    “Essex County Jail, three, no four times,” said Chloe.   “They were very mean to me and a group of the male guards watched the whole thing.  They even took pictures.”

    “That’s why they’re being sued.  Dumb shits searched a judge’s wife for a minor traffic violation.  It was all over the Globe,” said Zack.

    “My first and not last was in the Los Angeles Center for Juvenile Offenders, I was only fourteen and scared shitless,” said Wynona.  “The matron was a real sadist too.  She reached in so far I thought her hand was coming out my mouth.”

    “You girls have had so many life expanding experiences,” said Katyln.

    “I brought some latex gloves.  After we’re on the yacht, Katyln, I’ll show you how its done,” said Portia.  “We girls can have a fist fucking session.”

    “In Kiev, all the lesbians love the fist.  I’m used to it,” said Veronika.

    “Before you sluts get undressed and start sticking your hands in each other’s cunt, I have a few more things to discuss,” said Mike icily.

    Stacy could tell from his demeanor the trip was very important to him.  She had long ago realized he was ambitious and the prospect of advancing from a local corrupt official to a national one had him both excited and worried.

    Portia had to admit their search had been as thorough as Mike predicted.  Katyln seemed almost disappointed at the lack of cavity searches.  As soon as they got off the helicopter, they had to pass through a metal detector.  The black shirted security personnel carefully searched the luggage.  Other guards methodically patted everyone down.  A bomb-sniffing dog had taken one whiff of Portia’s bag of dildos then moved on to the next piece of luggage.

     On the flight down, Lou had overdone the scotch and cocaine.  He collapsed across the bed as soon as they reached their cabin.  While Lou slept Portia removed the powerful Semtex explosives from the core of each strapon dildo along with the detonator.  It was something she had practiced multiple times.  The silver dildo contained a disassembled all ceramic nine millimeter pistol and a full magazine of bullets.  It’s ceramic composition made it undetectable to the metal sensors.

     Portia quickly assembled the bomb then the pistol.  She planned to slip the pistol to Stacy at the first opportunity.  Making sure the bomb was not armed she pressed the remote detonator to test the signal.  The red light flickered off and the green one on.  An LCD counter slowly counted down from ten.  Test successful, Portia placed both bomb and gun in the false bottom of her suitcase.

    “Time to wake up, Lou,” said Portia gently patting the side of his face.

    “Let me sleep, Maureen.  I’m beat,” said Lou turning over.

    “Lou, this is Portia your mistress for the weekend not Maureen your wife.  It’s better you keep us straight.”

    “Suck my dick, Maureen.  You suck it so good.  Remember how you used to get me off when were at Revere High,” said Lou reaching into his boxers to retrieve his cock.

    “Lou, you need to get up and shower.  According to the agenda Esteban prepared, you are supposed to be in a business meeting in the main salon in thirty minutes.  I am scheduled to join the other ladies on the pool deck.

    “Suck my cock, Maureen, please baby,” said Lou who had begun stroking his cock.  “I’m already hard.”

    “Will you get up and get dressed if I blow you,” asked Portia noting that Lou’s cock had achieved a degree of erection and he might be easier to deal with if she serviced him orally.

    “Yes, I promise.  And stick one of those rubber dicks in my ass while you suck me off,” said Lou.

    “I love you, baby,” cooed a closed eyed Lou his hand resting on the top of Portia’s head.  “You do that so good, Maureen.  Nobody sucks my cock better than you.”

   “I’m Portia, your fuck toy, Lou.  Just relax and enjoy your blowjob,” said Portia windshield wiping her tongue across his balls as her hand stroked his saliva-lubricated shaft.  Portia maintained her efforts while reaching for a nearby bottle of lubricant.  One handedly, she flipped open the plastic cap with her thumbnail then rotated the bottle to squeeze some of its slippery content into the palm of her hand.

    What an accomplished whore I’ve become thought Portia propping the dildo against her thigh then covering the head with the lubricant.

     “Oh fuck,” moaned Lou when Portia stuck two lubricant coated fingers in his ass and felt his prostate. Given that Lou’s butthole had already been well fucked on the flight down, it was no problem to loosen his sphincter.

    While keeping up a steady rhythm with her mouth and free hand, she positioned the head of the dildo at the center of Lou’s hair ringed sphincter and began to slowly push forward.

   “Ooh, that feels good.   I love having my ass fucked while you suck me, Maureen,” said Lou exhaling as he raised his legs slightly to better accommodate the now-hollow cylinder that had passed his sphincter and entered his rectum.

   A good whore can multi-task thought Portia as she pushed the dildo into Lou’s butthole until the faux balls reached his butt.

    “Oh God, that feels good, Maureen.  Fuck me long and hard while your suck my dick, you fucking whore,” said Lou still keeping his eyes shut.

    “All right, baby, let’s pack your shit,” said Portia drawing the dildo back to where it almost exited his anus then pushing it in as far as it would got.  Portia established a rhythm coordinating the dildo with the blowjob.

    “Going to blow,” announced Lou after five minutes.

    “Give it to me, baby.  I want your load,” said Portia focusing her attention on Lou’s piss slit. Lou twisted from side to side as he squirted semen in Portia’s mouth.

    “That was fabulous,” said Portia tilting her head back to savor the salty flavor of Lou’s semen.  She used her tongue to coat the inside of her mouth before swallowing the remainder.

    “Got any more baby juice,” asked Portia as she slipped the dildo back into Lou’s ass.  A single drop of semen appeared at the tip of his cock.  Portia used the very tip of her tongue to delicately scoop off the last drop.

    “You’re the best, Portia,” said Lou finally opening his eyes.

    “Better than Maureen?”

    “No comparison, she only does it when she wants something,” said Lou.  “Last time I blew my load down her throat, she got the couch re-upholstered.”

   “I suppose that’s why I’m on one of the world’s largest yachts with you and she’s in Cambridge watching soap operas,” said Portia.

   “Yeah, life’s funny, my head’s killing me.  Can you get me some aspirin and a cold rag,” said Lou.

   Continuing to play the role of dutiful whore, she started the coffee pot then went to the bathroom, and prepared cold and warm washrags.

   “Here,” said Portia handing Lou two aspirin and a glass of water.  “Rest a moment.” Portia took the glass as Lou fell back on the bed.   She gently placed the cold rag on Lou’s face then cleaned his cock with the warm rag.

   Twenty minutes later, she managed to push a showered and fully dressed Lou with his hair combed and two cups of strong coffee in his belly out the cabin door.

   Christ is that what marriage is like wondered Portia as she stripped off her clothes and hopped in the shower.  It’s hard to believe Mike has left his wife and wants Stacy to marry him.  Too bad he’s a drug dealing murderous cop because other than that she’s crazy about him and the thing hanging between his legs.  If he doesn’t survive the weekend, the question of marriage is moot.  There’s also a good chance none of us will live through this.

   Portia dried quickly then stepped into the bottom of the bathing suit Stacy had helped her pick out.  It’s a good color for me decided Portia looking in the mirror as she slipped the top over her breasts.

   I look pretty damn good for a tattooed and pierced Goth girl who’s fucked more men and women than she can remember thought Portia turning side to side as she looked in the mirror.    

***

    “You are very lovely, Stacia,” said Carina lightly touching Stacy’s breast.  The two were seated on the edge of the pool.

    “Thank you and you are even more beautiful,” said Stacy before embracing Carina for a kiss.  “You are the most beautiful women I have ever met.”

    “Where are the men,” asked a late arriving Portia looking over the all girl complement lounging topless around the pool deck?

    “They’re all in n a meeting,” said Wynona her arm around a pretty Latina who was the wife of one of the aides to Esteban.

    “I am Maria.  Can I get you something to drink?” said a dark haired beauty stepping forward to greet Portia who quickly realized that all of the Posse women were paired with a female from the Inca Dream.  Maria took Portia by the arm and guided her to a small self-service bar.

   “Yes, wine would be nice,” said Portia reaching back to untie her top then allowing it to fall.

   “These are so pretty,” said Maria touching the metal rings in Portia’s nipples as she handed her a glass of wine.

   “So with the men in their meeting, we girls are free to enjoy one another,” said Portia leaning forward to kiss Maria.

    In spite of the fact Stacy and the others had participated in a non-stop orgy on the flight to Miami, the six women roused themselves to have sex with the ladies of the Inca Dream.  Stacy and Portia attributed the continued sexual activity as the result of the aphrodisiac contained in the lubricant.

    Stacy found Carina far more alluring in person than in the picture Sir Charles had shown her.  Two years ago in Buenos Aires she had been crowned Miss Universe.

    “Let’s put the loungers in a circle with a mat in the middle.  We’ll take turns performing.  Each girl chooses a partner to have sex with while the rest of us watch and jerk off,” said Katyln demonstrating her gift for organizing group activities.

   “I brought my bag of toys in case we need to accessorize,” said Portia pulling a large double-ended dildo out of the bag.

   “Let’s go first,” said Carina?

   “Most definitely,” said Stacy taking the double dildo from Portia.

   Five minutes later, the girls had arranged five double loungers in a circle around a mat.  Two girls occupied each lounger.  Stacy and Carina sat facing each other with the eighteen-inch double dildo lying between them.

    “You two see if you can get your donuts together,” said Katyln lying back on her lounger as pretty young femme named Rosario performed cunnilingus on her.

    “Put my end in me and I’ll do you,” said Stacy separating her labia to open her vagina to Carina.  Carina covered the dildo head with lubricant provided by Portia then positioned it at Stacy’s entrance.  She leaned forward and the two kissed as Carina forced the dildo inside Stacy.  Moments later Stacy had done the same for Carina.

   “Now slide together until you’re touching clits,” directed Katyln her hands burred in Rosario curls as she pressed the girl’s face against her sex.

   “You like these,” asked Portia holding up a string of anal love beads for Maria.

   “Oh yes,” replied Maria.

   “Tell me when you start to cum and I’ll pull them out slowly to make it last,” said Portia when she finished inserting each of the eight golf ball sized spheres in Maria’s rectum.   Portia teased Maria’s sphincter by repeatedly inserting then pulling out the last of the eight.

    “They feel so good,” said Maria tightening her muscles to heighten the sensation of having her rectum filled.

    “Got anymore of those, Portia” asked Wynona?

    “Here, take what you need and pass it on,” said Portia handing Wynona the bag.

    “What did you do?  Buy out the place,” said Wynona looking in the bag.

    “Just a selected few of the toys Stacy and I acquired since we’ve been roommates,” said Portia.  “Girl sex takes accessories.”

    “This looks interesting.  What is it,” asked Wynona pulling a large butt plug attached to a squeeze bulb by rubber tubing?

    “That’s an inflatable butt plug.  You put it in and pump it up.  It doubles in diameter,” said Portia.  “It drives me wild when I reach the maximum.”

    “Anyone want to have their butthole expanded,” asked Wynona holding the plug up to show the others.

    “Me,” said Veronika reaching for the plug.  “I’m very anal.  All the women in my family love anal.”

    “Does that include your mom,” asked Chloe?

    “Yes, Mom would not employ a girl who didn’t offer her customers anal,” said Veronika covering the business end of the butt plug with lubricant then handing it to the Latina girl, Carmen, by her side.  Carmen proved no stranger to the device as she deftly inserted it in Veronika’s rectum then started to pump the black bulb.

    “Does that remind you of home, Veronika,” asked Wynona raising her head from between Carolina’s legs.

    “Oh yes, my momma used to make sure we girls had everything we needed to entertain our clients,” said Veronika using her long arm to press on the back of Carmen’s head as the girl noisily licked her sex.

    “Give me two of those strapons like we used on plane.  Rosario and I are going to fuck the shit out of each other,” said Katyln.  “And if any of you want both holes fucked at once, speak up.”

    “We’re touching,” said Stacy beginning a gentle rocking motion that rubbed her clitoris against Carina’s.  Stacy felt a wave of pleasure wash over her when she looked down to see both of their now erect clits gently nuzzling one another.

    “It feels wonderful,” said Carina grinding her sex against Stacy’s.

    “How does that feel,” asked Stacy using her core muscles to expel several inches of the double dildo from her vagina.

    “Fantastic, I can do that too,” said Carina sending the dildo deeper in Stacy.

    “Tantric yoga training, let’s get a rhythm going,” said Stacy inhaling for five counts then contracting her abdominal muscles as she exhaled.

    “It’s deep.  I love deep penetration,” said Carina reacting to the faux penis’s surge deep into her womb.

    “This is terrific,” said Stacy capturing Carina’s nipples in her fingers.  Carina sounded a deep moan of pleasure as Stacy combined moving the dildo with pulling and twisting her nipples.

    Carina wrapped her arms around Stacy’s waist and pulled hard causing their clitoral area to press together.

    “Oh, Consuela, your tongue is driving me crazy,” said Veronika whose butthole was filled with the fully expanded inflatable dildo.  A blonde female was tongue-teasing the narrow strip of red hair that formed a rat-tail above her pussy.

    This is really hot thought Portia as she slowly extracted the large balls from a climaxing Maria.   Suction from Portia’s mouth formed a tight canopy over Maria’s clit.  Her tongue swirled around the stiffened nodule occasionally flicking its tip with the end of her tongue.

    “Fist me,” begged Maria grabbing Portia’s wrist in an attempt to force more than Portia’s three fingers inside her vagina.  Portia complied with her request forcing her entire hand inside the writhing and perspiring Latina who maintained a constant flow of curses in her native Honduran dialect.  Once inside. Portia could feel the anal balls travel through Maria’s rectum.

    A loud cry of pleasure and pain captured everyone’s attention.  Katyln had developed a real taste for strap on sex especially when her partner was the one taking the dildo.  Rosario’s face was a mask of ecstasy.  The diminutive Latina’s cunt was filled to bursting with a ten inch dildo of impressive girth while Katyln mounted dog style was slamming the strapon in Rosario’s upturned butthole.  Rosario’s hand was furiously working her pussy as she accepted the oversized invasion of her orifices.

    Stacy could see from the look in Katyln’s eyes she was enjoying herself immensely as she rapidly sodomised the much smaller female.

   “Harder,” begged Rosario putting an end to Stacy’s concern Katyln was out of control.  “Fuck my ass, harder, I’m your bitch,” pleaded Rosario the tone of her voice conveying a desperate need for Katyln to deliver as much anal sensation as possible.

    Stacy heard a noise from overhead and looked upward.  Several of the ship’s crew was watching the females from the upper deck.  From their uniforms, Stacy concluded they were members of the security and galley crew.  The men had their cocks out jerking off as they watched.

    “Open wide, Senorita,” yelled one of the cooks leaning out over the railing.  His hand was a blur as he jerked his cock.

    Stacy smiled at the man then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as a tiny shower of pearl drops squirted from two of the cocks.  Stacy managed to catch several drops on her tongue that much to the masturbator’s surprise she shared with Carina.  Other droplets landed on their breasts, face, and shoulders. Stacy and Carina delighted in licking the drops of semen off one another then smearing the remainder over the body.

    Three hefty female members of the galley crew were leaning forward their hands clutching the rail.  Their cook’s trousers were down at their ankles. Male crewmen were taking turns penetrating them.  The females had pushed up their uniform tops.  Their large breasts hung down toward the pool deck swaying back and forth as the crewmen slammed into them.

    One of the women was larger and heavier than the other two and did not look Latina in spite of her cold black hair.  For a brief instant, Stacy found herself looking directly into the woman’s familiar face before she quickly turned to one side to accept the cock of a fellow crewman.

     She’s obviously enjoying what was being done to her and she must resemble someone I’ve met realized Stacy.  There’s no way I could know her.  It’s not possible I would recognize anyone working on the Inca Dream.  Stacy dismissed the possibility as she applied her tongue to the task of making Carina orgasm.  When she looked up again, the woman was gone.

***

 

    “Senorita, this part of the ship is restricted,” said the young security guard confronting Portia on her way back from planting the bomb alongside the Inca Dream’s keel.  She had just visited the lowest deck of the ship to place the bomb in the bilge alongside the keel.  It was three in the morning and the ship was quiet.

    Lou was sound asleep in their cabin.  Portia had pushed him to perform sexually to the point of exhaustion.  At the last, a weary Lou on his knees and elbows had allowed a strapon wearing Portia to fuck his ass to a climax.  When only a tiny drop of semen had emerged after a half hour of serious butt fucking and cock sucking, Lou declared Portia the love of his life and fell into a dead sleep.

    Luckily, Portia had not encountered anyone on her climb down to the lower decks who would have asked why she was carrying her oversized athletic bag.  When she happened upon the security guard the bag was resting against the steel beams comprising the yacht’s keel.  Reynolds had calculated the bomb would create a fifty-foot hole in the ship’s bottom sinking it in less than ten minutes.  In the confusion, Stacy was to shoot the Cardozo brothers then they would escape in one of the ship’s life rafts.

    Portia used an unexpected rocking of the ship to fall against the young man pressing her breasts against his chest.  “Sorry, I couldn’t sleep, never can the first night in a strange bed.  I decided to go exploring and got lost.  This ship is huge.”

    She’d dressed provocatively in case she ran into someone.  Portia was wearing a light blue sweater dress whose hemline was two inches below her rear.  A lace pair of boy shorts barely covered her bottom.  Braless, her pierced nipples cooled by ocean air left no doubt as to their location.  A pair of cowboy boots with a three-inch heel and gold hoop earrings completed what she and Stacy had decided was a decidedly whorish appearance.  It was the sort of thing a girl might have thrown on after she snuck out of her lover’s bed on a quest to find sexual adventure.

    “I’ll have to report you to Enrique,” said the guard referring to the head of security. However he did nothing to push Portia away or stop her from leaning against him.

    Portia could tell from the way he was staring at her breasts there was room for negotiation.  Her fluent Spanish gave her an added advantage.

    “My name is Portia.  I saw you on the upper deck watching Maria and me.  I meant to ask her your name but she distracted me and I forgot to ask,” said Portia.

    “I am Carlos.  This is my first voyage on the Inca Dream.”

    “Senor Carlos, I’m terribly sorry.  I don’t want to cause trouble. The man I’m with is real bastard and he’ll beat the shit out of me if he finds out I’ve broken the rules,” said Portia pressing her sex against the bulge in the man’s trousers.

    “It is my duty,” said Carlos.

     “He snores like an animal and I couldn’t sleep.  He takes drugs and drinks too much to give a girl what she needs.  Is there anything I could go to convince you to forget you saw me,” said Portia as she leaned back against passageway while arching her back to raise her breasts.”

    “I could get in a lot of trouble,” said Carlos.

    Portia took his hand in hers and held it to her breast.  “No one will get in trouble, Carlos, because no one will know.”

    “You Spanish is excellent,” said Carlos the tips of his fingers exploring her breast.

    “Half the students in my high school spoke Spanish.  I just picked it up,” said Portia moving her face closer to Carlos.

    “They don’t allow guests in this part of the Inca Dream,” Carlos moving to where his body was pressing against hers.

    “I didn’t know it was forbidden but I am willing to do anything you want if you’ll forget you saw me, anything at all,” said Portia placing her hands on Carlos’ shoulders then embracing him for a kiss.

    “When I saw you on the pool deck I thought you were very beautiful,” said Carlos after the kiss ended.

    Portia engaged in a few minutes of increasingly passionate kisses as Carlos’s hands raised her sweater dress and took hold of her buttocks.  Breaking the kisses, Portia unbuckled his belt as she slowly slid down his body.  By the time she reached her knees, his uniform pants were unzipped and she had freed his sizeable and extremely hard cock from its resting place inside his briefs.  It sprang out slapping against Portia’s cheek.

    “You have a beautiful cock, Carlos,” said Portia taking his penis in her hand as she passed her tongue from the base of his balls up to the head where she allowed the point of her tongue to tease his piss slit.  Portia allowed the aroma of male sweat complemented by the faint hint of urine to have its usual effect on her.  In over a decade of oral sex, the scent had not lost its capacity to arouse her.

   Carlos was leaning against the passageway while a kneeling Portia sucked his cock.  He was barely nineteen years old and as the most recent addition to the security guards he seldom got to take advantage of the fat Diego sisters who were the only females available to the crew when they were not busy in the galley.

    That afternoon, he’d watched from the upper deck while Portia and the other women who were untouchable since they belonged to either high-ranking cartel members or their guests engage in an orgy of lesbian sex.  He’d jerked his cock over the rail allowing his seed to fall into the beautiful blonde’s mouth who was sharing the double dildo with Carina.

   It was less than two minutes before Portia heard Carlos whisper something she didn’t understand, contort his body then ejaculate in her warm mouth.  Portia took her time finishing making sure she had gotten every drop.  As she was about to stand, she heard another voice.

    “My turn, Carlos,” said a deeper, older voice from the shadows.  “The American whore must do more than suck your boy’s cock if she expects me to keep silent.”

    “Miguel, “said a startled Carlos looking in the direction of the voice.

    Portia looked around at one of the older security guards. She recalled he was the one who looked in her bag of sex toys and smiled as he passed the bag back to her.

    “The Senorita will do whatever it takes, just name it,” said Portia.

    “Does the Senorita want to party with me and my men,” asked Miguel stepping closer?

    “Yes, I’m want to party with you.   The senor who brought me is worthless in bed,” said Portia placing her hand on the bulge in Miguel’s pants.  Apparently, he had been watching Carlos and her for some time.

    “Let’s take her to our cabin,” said Miguel.

    “But Juan and Rodrigo are there,” said Carlos.

    “The Senorita won’t mind.  Will you?” said Miguel.

    “No, the more men the better, let’s go,” said Portia getting to her feet.

    “Wake up, we have a visitor who wants to dance for us,” said Miguel turning on the cabin light.  That’s Juan and this red headed asshole is Rodrigo.”

    The cabin was tiny compared to the luxurious accommodations of her and Lou’s quarters.  The furnishings were Spartan.  It was barely larger than her and Lou’s bed.  The other two guards had been asleep when the three entered and Miguel announced Portia wanted to dance for them.

    “My pleasure to meet you, Rodrigo,” said Portia sitting on the lap of the half asleep security guard.  Portia pressed her bottom against his groin as she kissed his lips. Her fluent Spanish put the men at ease as Miguel introduced her.   Carlos promptly informed everyone what a terrific cocksucker Portia was.

    “Dance for us, first, Senorita,” said Juan queuing the CD player.

    In the small space, it was possible for all four of the men to touch her as she danced.  They raised her dress pressing their palms against her buttocks. Portia danced to a slow Latin song swaying her hips establishing eye contact with each of the four.

   I’ll just pretend I’m Stacy and can really dance thought Portia as she swayed her hips then reached down to raise the hem of her dress.

   By the time, Portia was sliding the dress over her head and discarding it on a nearby bed, the men had exposed themselves and were masturbating.  Miguel, the oldest of the four, pulled her panty down to her boot tops.  Portia stepped out of the panty, planted her feet and did a backbend offering him her sex.

    “Enough, I need some pussy,” yelled Juan grabbing the thin mattress off his bunk bed and throwing it on the deck.  Portia found herself kneeling in the center of the four men sucking one cock while stroking two. It wasn’t long before Miguel pushed her onto the mattress and mounted her.  Fifteen minutes later, Carlos, the last of the four added his semen to the other three resting in her vagina.

    Portia allowed her lust free reign.  It had been four hard pounding fucks.  Recalling the Spanish profanity she had learned in high school, Portia wrapped her legs around each man as he entered her and screwed him with all the energy and passion she could summon.

   Given that three of the four were in there early twenties and all four were slender and in excellent physical condition, Portia knew the first four quick fucks were only the start of what she would be getting.  Portia orgasmed as Carlos released his semen.

    After a few minutes of rest and a drink of tequila, they positioned Portia on all fours for double and later triple penetration.  It was almost dawn when Portia snuck back in bed with Lou.

Chapter 65 Mexican Documentary

 

    “The film you are about to watch was made by a dear friend of mine and Esteban’s, General Xavier Ortega, the head of Drug Enforcement for Mexico’s National Police,” announced Ramón Cardozo to everyone.  He then took a seat in one of the comfortable front row chairs in the center of the Inca Dream’s Media Entertainment Salon.

    They had just left the Dining Salon after an incredibly sumptuous seven-course dinner.  During dinner, Esteban informed the diners a very unusual private film would be shown as the evening’s entertainment.

    It had been an interesting day for Stacy and Portia.  Part of it had been spent relaxing on the pool deck with the other women.  Portia’s liberal handout of aphrodisiac-doped bottles of lubricant maintained the non-stop sexual pace.

    The females had engaged in casual lesbian sex while the Posse members were in business discussions with the cartel.  Stacy and Portia made it with several of the Latin beauties.  Carina and Portia engaged in a passionate display of strapon sex that only ended when the two were completely spent.

    Katyln organized a rotating twelve-girl daisy chain that permitted each of the females to perform orally on the others and in turn service the others with their mouth.

     “Don’t you just love girl sex,” asked Portia her face buried between Mariana’s thighs?

     “Yes, who needs a man,” said Stacy rising up from Wynona’s thighs to reveal a face covered in vaginal secretions.

    Stacy was impressed when she realized in little more than hour, she had performed cunnilingus on eleven extremely attractive females and she had been the recipient of some of the best tongue she had ever experienced.

    She had listened with quiet envy to Portia’s tale of her marathon fuck fest in the cabin of the security guards.  “They couldn’t get enough of me.  I had at least one cock in me for five hours,” said Portia.  Mike had been too keyed up to have sex other than a blowjob.

     “That’s all for tonight.  I’ve got to be sharp tomorrow,” said Mike before taking several sleeping tablets.  As he slipped off to sleep, Stacy held his warm ejaculate in her mouth, savoring the taste before she swallowed.  She slipped the headphones on and ended her evening masturbating as she watched a hard core DVD of two incredibly beautiful and well-endowed Brazilian transsexuals having sex with a handsome male.  

    Stacy was seated in a comfortable chair beside Ramón’s.  Her hair was up in a French twist and she was wearing a short cocktail dress made of a metallic gold material.  She’d made liberal use of her grandmother’s antique gold jewelry.  Ramon had one out of his way to complement her appearance when she had sat beside him at dinner.

    The conversation had been mostly about his days as a student at MIT and his forays into Boston’s nightlife. He had been impressed to learn she and Portia were not only roommates but also Harvard students.  Before dinner, Ramon had spent over an hour showing them the Inca Dream’s art collection.

    “I’m not sure I can live with myself after I send one of the world’s twenty nine Vermeer’s to the bottom of the sea,” whispered Portia after the tour was over.

    “Can’t be helped,” said Stacy.

    Before dinner, Mike informed Stacy, Ramón and he had agreed to swap female companions for the remainder of the weekend.  “You’re doing great, Stacy.  Ramon wants you,” said Mike obviously pleased his future wife had attracted the attention of the planet’s most powerful drug lords.

    From Stacy’s perspective, Ramón’s dark good looks appealed to her and for that matter, she had no choice.  Mike was expecting her to impress Ramón with her skills as a lover.  She flashed a welcoming smile at Ramón as he placed his hand on top of her thigh.

     Stacy had no objections as Carina took the seat beside Mike then leaned over to kiss him.  Mike, eager to sample the Brazilian beauty, unzipped her dress as they kissed then pushed it off her shoulders exposing her perfectly formed breasts.

   “Magnificent,” he said as he placed his palms under them while using his thumbs to gently twist her nipples.  The other members of the Posse followed their leader in exposing their partner’s breasts.

   This is going to become an orgy realized Portia taking her seat beside Lou.  Portia would have preferred to be the sexual partner of one of young virile Cardozo lieutenants but Mike had conveyed to her through Stacy how important it was for her to keep Lou under control. He had been drinking heavily at dinner and she had to steady him on the short walk to the Media Salon.  The fact the ocean was getting rougher and the ship was yawing did not help.

   Mike and Carina were seated beside Ramón and Stacy.  Mike was all over Carina.  He had practically undressed her.  Portia hoped Stacy wasn’t jealous.

    “Being swapped for a former Miss Universe is a complement,” was Portia’s comment when Stacy informed her she would be sleeping in Ramón’s cabin.  “Watching you two world-class beauties get it on this afternoon is a memory I can get off to for the rest of my life.  I just wish I had it on DVD.”

   As the moviegoers took their seats, stewards served after dinner drinks as the men and several of the women lit up Cuban cigars.  Stacy selected a fifty-year-old vintage port that would have sold for several hundred dollars an ounce at a downtown Boston restaurant then accepted Ramón’s offer of a Cohiba cigar.

    “I saw you with Carina and the others on the pool deck,” Ramón whispered to Stacy.  “It was muy caliente.”

    “It was only us girls having fun, making do without our men,” said a smiling Stacy.  She had noticed Ramón and the others watching as the women had sex around the pool.  Carina and Stacy’s passionate encounter apparently had an effect on Ramón too.

    “I disagree.  You are a woman of exceptional beauty and passion plus intelligence and skill. Michael told me you were something special and now I believe him,” said Ramón.

    “Carina is very special.  She’s a goddess,” said Stacy realizing Ramón was setting the bar high.  He was expecting her to fuck his brains out.  Stacy made a mental note to pull out all the stops once she and Ramón were alone.  It was important he consider her a super whore and nothing else, certainly not a danger to him or his brother.

    “Carina is very beautiful but there are other qualities that are more important,” said Ramón placing his hand on hers and applying a slight pressure.  “There are rare women whose passion is so intense they make the rest seem like play acting.  They are capable of actions no man would expect.”

    I wonder what the hell he is talking about thought Stacy.  But before she could continue the conversation, the Inca Dream rolled strongly to one side.

    “Wow, I heard Hurricane Danica is on the way, Ramón,” said Zack interrupting.  Zack was not a good sailor and the ocean had been increasing rough as the day wore on.  The medicated band around his wrist was the only thing keeping him from seasickness.

    He and Katyln were seated in the second row behind Stacy.  Katyln was kissing Mariana as she twisted and pulled her nipples.

     The aphrodisiac is still working thought Stacy as she exchanged a knowing look with Portia.  She wondered how long it would be before the evening ended in a pile of naked bodies.  As it turned out, the film was fascinating enough to delay the start of the orgy.

    “Yes, I spoke with Captain Ortiz earlier.  Danica is now a strong Category Five but it is bearing to the northwest.  The media are calling her the storm of the century.  The Captain plans to cruise northward at an accelerated pace.  We should be able to stay out of its way without a problem,” said Ramón.  “The sea may get a little rough but there are wrist bands in your cabins that will prevent sea sickness.”

    What Ramón did not know was that Lieutenant Felipe, Captain Ortiz’s second in command, had made a serious error when the entered the ship’s course in the navigation computer.  The Inca Dream was not rushing away from Danica.  It was on a collision course with the powerful storm.

     “So what’s the movie,” asked Lou?  “I hope it isn’t subtitled.  Reading drives me nuts.”

    “I’ll translate for you, Lou,” said Portia scooting over to take a seat in the big man’s lap making sure her panty-covered bottom was in contact with his penis.

    “You speak Mexican,” asked Lou?

    “My Spanish is Trenton barrio perfecto,” said Portia slowly pressing against the bulge in his trousers.  She put her mouth close to his ear and whispered,  “I am going to be your hot Latina whore tonight.  If there is anything you want me to do, just name it.”

    Ramón stood to address the others.  “It is not widely known but General Ortiz attended three semesters of film school at UCLA.  His first love is making movies and he aspired to becoming a director.  Unfortunately, when his father and older brother were killed in a helicopter crash, family responsibilities required him to give up his dreams and attend the National Police Academy.  Once he  achieved a substantial position in the police, he has been able to resume his interest on a slightly different basis.”

    “A cop making movies, maybe we should try that, Mike,” said Brad.

    “We already make movies. Remember Stacy Does Cambridge and there was Stacy’s film with the Russos,” said Bobby.  “Watching them made my cock hard.”

    “I’m sure the film Ramón is going to show us is quite a cut above what we do back in Cambridge,” said Mike showing graciousness to their host.

    “Xavier employs only the most technologically advanced equipment and techniques as you will see for yourself,” said Ramón flipping open the top of his chair arm and pushing several buttons.  The lights dimmed opera-style as panels opened on tracks to reveal a wall-sized screen.  The film opened with a picture of the Mexico City headquarters of the National Police.  The camera moved slowly toward a Mexican flag whipping about in a strong breeze.  The caption, A Production of The National Police of the Republic of Mexico, appeared on the screen as the Mexican national anthem provided the soundtrack.  The anthem ended as the screen informed the audience the film was written, produced, and directed by General Ortiz.

    The screen faded to black then opened to show a distinguished-looking middle-aged uniformed officer sitting behind a large desk speaking directly into the camera.  There were several rows of medals on his chest and his shoulders were covered in gold braid.

    Greetings, my fellow citizens, I am General Xavier de Rivera Ortiz, Director General of the Anti-Narcotics Department of the Mexican National Police. What you are about to see is a re-enactment of the pursuit, arrest, and interrogation of four drug criminals apprehended in the state of Quintana Roo outside the resort city of Cancun.

    While some of you may consider this documentary unsuitable for viewing due to its violent content, I must stress that no innocent Mexican nationals were harmed in its production.

    The four criminals were members of a brutal and violent narcotic gang headquartered in Los Angeles, California.  Such gangs have murdered more than two hundred National Police in the last year plus many ordinary citizens.  Your National Police are dedicated to eradicating the many narco-criminal gangs located in the United States that prey upon the lawful citizens of the republic.

    “The joke is it’s not a re-enactment.  It is the real thing,” said Esteban as the camera showed what appeared to be American college students playing volleyball and Frisbee on a beach.  The camera lingered on young girls clad in the briefest of swimwear. “The General has an incredible sense of irony.”

    “You mean what you see really happened,” asked Mike?

    “Exactly, no one is acting.  It’s reality.  A film crew personally directed by the General filmed everything as it was, as you say, going down,” said Esteban.

    “It’s high definition digital video,” whispered Portia.  “You were correct about production values, Ramón.”

    “The system you are viewing is all digital HDTV,” said Ramón.  “And the sound is Dolby-4 in a surround sound configuration.”

    A voice over announcer began.

    Our story begins on an April night in the resort city of Cancun outside the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.  It is Spring Break in the United States and the city is crowded with American college students who have come to buy drugs.

    Credits done, the screen showed four attractive young girls walking down the steps of the Ritz-Carlton Cancun to get into a taxicab. They were dressed in what Stacy would term expensive resort wear that emphasized their long well tanned legs.  They had the appearance of carefree college girls from affluent families.  One of the girls got in the front seat and kissed the driver.

    Americans decided Portia and since the Ritz Carlton isn’t cheap, they are definitely wealthy.

    As the car drove away from the hotel, the screen changed.  It showed what Stacy took to be a high school annual picture of a wholesome girl next-door blonde.  A voice over announcer began to speak.

    The four drug criminals all claimed to be college students.  We repeat their cover stories that were later proven to be false.

    Chelsea Cooley, of Malibu, California, sophomore at University of California at San Diego.  Chelsea is twenty-three years old.  She is planning on joining her father’s talent agency when she graduates.  She works part time at the agency in the summer when she’s not in school.

    The screen changed to a picture of a different girl.  This one was very attractive with long blonde hair.  In the picture she was dressed in a cheerleader uniform.  The announcer continued with what sounded like a brief bio that sounded like it was extracted from a yearbook,

    Beverly Rockland of Brentwood, California, sophomore at UCSD.  Beverly is twenty-three years old.  Beverly’s father is a well-known record producer with over seventy-five gold and platinum albums.  Beverly has not decided on her college major.

    Another scene change, this one showed a statuesque blonde whose superstructure made the sweater of her cheerleader costume stand out.

    Cynthia Parsons of Brentwood California, sophomore at UCSD, Cynthia is twenty-two years old.  Her father composes music for films and has four Oscars to his credit.  Cynthia is pursuing a career in financial services.

    She and Beverly Rockland have been best friends since elementary school.  Both girls were arrested for drug possession while attending high school.  However, due to the intervention of their rich parents, the charges were dropped.  Cynthia was arrested six months ago for driving while intoxicated.  The charges were later reduced to reckless driving.  This is an example of how justice favors the wealthy in the United States.

    The fourth girl was a petite blonde whose high school yearbook picture contained a banner identifying her as Most Congenial.

   Annette Whiting of Beverly Hills, California, sophomore at UCSD, Annette is twenty-three years old.  Her father now deceased was an executive at Paramount Pictures.  Annette hopes to works in the movie industry in the creative side of the business.

    The scene changed to one following the taxicab over narrow city streets.  As they traveled along a row of ocean front hotels, the voice over announcer provided additional information.  The camera watched as the four exited the cab in front of a busy nightclub.

    The four criminals are masquerading as innocent college friends on spring break in the resort city of Cancun.  They had arranged to meet Senor Miguel Reyes in a nightclub called The Inferno.  Senor Reyes is a local narcotics dealer under surveillance by the National Police.  The four American drug dealers informed him they were interested in purchasing five kilograms of pure cocaine.  One kilogram they planned to use themselves.  The others they planned to sell when they returned to the United States.  Let us listen to their conversation.      

    The scene switched to the dark inside of the nightclub.  Stacy strained to make out the conversation of the four girls seated with a man at a small table.   There was a barely audible recording of the girls asking in halting Spanish if he could broker the purchase of five keys of cocaine.  The loud salsa music in the background almost drowned out audio.

      The next scene was almost too dark to view.  The action was apparently taking place in an alley behind the nightclub.  Salsa music could be heard in the background.  Two o the girls were on their knees in front of the man.

    During the drug buy, Chelsea and Annette agreed to provide oral sex to Miguel Reyes.  They American whores coated their lips with cocaine before they touched them to Miguel’s penis.  This heightens the sensation of the act.

    In America, depraved schoolgirls provide oral sex to older men for money.  They refer to oral sex accompanied by cocaine as a ‘hum and coke’.  During the evening undercover police observed the females having sex with numerous males and a woman in the club’s VIP room.  This type of immoral behavior is typical of American students who come to the Yucatan for college vacation

    The following day, Senor Reyes picked up the four girls at their hotel and drove into the countryside to buy drugs.

     The camera showed the four jumping eagerly into a Range Rover.  All four of the girls greeted Senor Reyes with a kiss.  The Range Rover drove out of Cancun into the countryside.   A telephoto lens showed the Rover stopped at the gate of a walled hacienda.  After a brief exchange with guards armed with assault rifles, the gate opened and they inside.   The announcer spoke in a whisper.

    Our surveillance team followed them to the hacienda of Senor Manolo Campo, known head of the Cancun drug cartel.  A vicious criminal born in Guatemala, Senor Campo had corrupted the Quintana Roo state authorities with enormous bribes.  Officials he could not bribe were murdered along with their families including very young children who were raped before being shot in the abdomen.

    “Manolo was a small time distributor from Chihuahua we decided to throw to the wolves,” interjected Esteban.  “He demanded a bigger share and became a problem.”

    “He was a greedy peasant,” added Ramón.  “The General killed him too quickly.  I would have slowly removed his testicles and made him eat them.”

    The next scene showed the Range Rover driving out the same gate. Once again the camera was following the car over back roads.  The scene went on for a considerable time causing Stacy to decide the General’s film could use a good editor.  Finally the scene changed as half dozen police vehicles quickly surrounded the Range Rover.  Heavily armed police surrounded the driver and girls.   They weren’t gentle about it as they dragged the terrified girls out of the vehicle and threw them to the pavement and started kicking them.  One of the police reached down to rip the front of Chelsea’s blouse open.  The girls cowered on the ground, their arms protecting their face.

    “The General himself was present at the arrest,” said Esteban as an armored car arrived on the scene.

    General Ortiz with an aide following closely behind approached the vehicle.  He removed a nylon athletic bag from under the car seat, unzipped it and removed five plastic bricks of white powder.  He smiled at the camera as he held the bags up like they were trophies.

    After handing the cocaine to his aide, the General walked over to the five captives.  Hands cuffed behind their backs with plastic ties, they were kneeling by a police van under heavy guard.  Except for Chelsea who Stacy took to be the alpha female of the group, the women looked frightened out of their wits.  The next scene shocked the audience.

    The General took out his semi-automatic pistol, cocked it, placed it on the back of the head of Miguel Reyes and without hesitating pulled the trigger. Most of the front of Senor Reyes face was blown on to the pavement.   The hysterical women were splattered with blood and brains.

    “Fuck, you see that.  He blew the motherfuckers brains out,” blurted out Lou.  “That takes balls.”

    “My old man said he used to shoot Viet Cong prisoners in the head during the Vietnam War,” said Brad.  “He used a dumdum bullet.  Pow, one shot and brains are all over the other prisoners.  It scared the living shit out of any VC who’d refused to talk.”

    On screen the four now traumatized girls were being loaded into the police van.  Several uniformed police got in the van with them.  The camera watched as it drove off then recorded two police dragging the body of Miguel Reyes to the side of the road before rolling it into a drainage ditch.

    “What do you think, Stacia,” asked Ramón reaching behind Stacy to unzip her dress?

    “Fascinating, Hollywood’s loss is Mexico’s gain,” said Stacy pushing the straps off her shoulders then standing to step out of the garment leaving her in only her panty.  Ramón graciously bent down to kiss each of her breasts.  The voice over announcer continued as the scene changed.

    Supplied with irrefutable evidence, Manolo Campo was a major drug dealer, General Ortiz ordered his men to raid the Campo estate and take Campo and his gang into custody.

    The next scene took place back at the Campo hacienda.  A large truck with something that resembled an armored plow smashed through the heavily fortified gate as the guards scattered.  There was concentrated gunfire as the soldiers shot down the fleeing guards.  The camera jerking wildly followed a group of police wearing body armor as they rushed through the gate behind the truck.

     The camera jumped around as it trailed the assault team up the drive to the main house.  The bodies of guards lined the driveway.  Repeated blasts of automatic gunfire poured out of the surround sound system.

    The camera followed four policemen as they moved from room to room shooting everyone they met including those who fell to their knees to surrender.  The four passed through a room where soldiers were raping a screaming pregnant woman.  Her white legs were kicking the air as one of the police thrust in her.

    “Manolo’s wife,” said Ramón.   “After they raped her, they cut her tits off then slashed her throat.”

    “Wish we could handle perps like that,” said Lou. “Save a lot of fucking time.”

    The scene switched to what Stacy assumed was the patio or the veranda.  There were several men and women kneeling with their hands tied behind their backs.

    “The fat pig in the bloody blue shirt is Manolo,” said Esteban.

    The pace slowed as the camera showed General Ortiz arriving then congratulating a subaltern on the success of the raid.  The General made a short speech thanking the men for their efforts.  Then he saluted and left.  The subaltern borrowed an assault rifle from one of the sergeants and proceed to kill the kneeling prisoners with a long burst of fire.  He killed Manolo last.

    “Man, they don’t screw around with dealers in Mexico,” said Bobby.  “There’s none of this Miranda bullshit.”

   The camera did a final room-by-room pass through the hacienda taking a close up of the dead.  The woman who was being raped was now lying silent in a pool of blood.  Stacy counted over twenty bodies.

    The next screen showed the police van arriving at a stone building inside a heavily fortified facility surrounded by thick stonewalls.  A caption read Nation Police Headquarters.   The camera focused on the Mexican flag flapping in a stiff breeze then returned to the police van.

    The camera showed the four now disheveled girls exiting the van.  The police were laughing and smiling as they stepped down.  One of the men was zipping his pants.

    From the appearance of their torn clothes and makeup, it was obvious the four had been beaten and raped during the van ride.  One of the policemen held up what Stacy assumed was a fist full of panties then pressed them to his nose.  The voice over announcer kept it simple.    

   

    The criminals arrive at police headquarters for interrogation.

    The four passed slowly be the camera lens.  When Annette Whiting realized the camera was directly in her bruised face, she spoke up.

    “They raped us.  Please, someone get in touch with the American Embassy.  My name is Annette Whiting.  I’m a college student.”

    “Annette honey, you do the crime you better be prepared to do the time,” said Zack laughing.

    “Any of you Posse guys ever raped a perp on the trip downtown,” asked Katyln?

    “I screwed Bobby and Brad in the back of the police car after they arrested me,” said Veronika.

    “That wasn’t rape.  It was consensual.  She did it willingly to stay out of jail,” said Bobby.  “She couldn’t wait to get our cocks in her Russian pussy.”

    “Ukrainian pussy,” corrected Veronika.

    “You know, Bobby, there are misinformed people in the world who would not consider that consensual,” said Portia stroking Lou’s cock with one hand while she massaged her clit with the other.

    “Lots of dumb shits out there who don’t know how the system works,” said Brad.  “I can’t be responsible for their stupidity.”

    “Most of the time, you arrest a decent looking female for drugs or prostitution, she’s more than happy to put out rather than go to jail,” said Mike.  “It’s one of those situations where both parties receive equal benefit.”

    “Or even shoplifting,” said Stacy laughing as she looked at Mike who was too busy kissing Carina to react to her remark.  Stacy suppressed a spark of jealousy.

    On screen, Annette was paying for her outburst.  One of the police grabbed her by the hair and bent her over to capture her head between his knees bending her over at the waist.  He pulled her shirt up to expose her bare back then grabbed her tied wrists to hold her still.

    A second officer produced a wicked looking police baton and took a position to one side.  Off camera, the director shouted something and the policeman moved to her other side facing the camera.  He struck Annette across her lower back.  The leather baton made a surprising loud smacking sound as it landed.  Each blow was punctuated by a loud scream.  After a half dozen kidney smashing blows Annette was allowed to collapse to the ground moaning.

    Apparently turning Annette’s urine bloody was not sufficient punishment for her transgression because she was lifted and held upright so a stocky officer could use her bare midriff as a punching bag.  He landed several sets of one-two combinations indicating he’d spent some time in the gym working the body bag.

    An officer yelled a command interrupting the beating.  Annette fell to the pavement not moving.

    “Damn good beating, cunt will piss blood for a week,” said Zack pulling a now naked Katyln out of her chair into his lap.  Katyln deftly guided Zack’s cock into her vagina as she sat down.

    “I love to be fucked while watching a good movie,” said Katyln relaxing back against Zack’s bare chest and making a request.  “Play with my tits.  Hurt them when they do things to the girls.”

   On screen Annette had been rendered incapable of walking by herself.  From somewhere a short pole arrived.  It was placed under Annette’s arms that were still cuffed behind her back and used to lift her.  Another policeman grabbed her feet since she wasn’t able to walk.  Her short skirt rode up as they lifted her.  The voyeuristic camera came in for an extreme close-up of Annette’s bare sex as they carried her inside.  Something Stacy assumed was semen was visibly seeping from Annette’s vagina.

    “I like this better than California porn,” said Chloe.  “It’s hotter and more real.”

    “It is real.  Is there a cunt in California that isn’t shaved,” asked Mike watching the camera close-up of Annette’s bare sex.

    “Having hair on your pubes is not in fashion these days,” said Katyln.

    “I know guys who like a full bush,” said Lou.  “But they’re real perverts.”

    “I never shaved my pussy until I came to this country,” said Veronika.

    “I don’t suppose they have rape kits in Mexico,” said Portia somewhat amazed at the Posse’s reaction to the film.  It reminded her that American Indians cheer when a movie shows Custer and the Seventh Cavalry being slaughtered at the Little Big Horn.

    “What would be the point,” asked Chloe?  “Since they were stupid enough to get caught those girls deserve what they’re getting.”

    The scene changed to an interrogation room.   A young officer is seated at a table examining papers and what appeared to be American passports.  His uniform is immaculate and perfectly creased. He is movie star handsome with curly cold black hair and a thin mustache.

    “I’d do him,” said Chloe.

    “We all would,” said Wynona.

    “Reminds me of a young Antonio Banderas,” said Katyln.

    “Sluts,” said Zack laughing as he pinched Katyln’s nipple hard causing her to gasp in pain.

    A burly police sergeant and a fat corporal were talking quietly in the corner of the room.  Chelsea Cooley arrives accompanied by two escorts.  Her blouse has been ripped open and her bra was visible.   One of her guards cuts the elastic band tying her wrists.

    “This is where the film becomes interesting,” said Esteban.  Esteban was seated alone on a couch.  He patted the seat and spoke to Mark.  “Senor Mark, you and Wynona care to join me.”

    “Love to,” said Wynona pulling Mark out of his chair.  Wynona had learned from the others that Esteban was bisexual and she was anxious to participate with Mark in a three way.  Mark recognized it was responsibility as the Posse’s bisexual member to do whatever it took to make Esteban happy.

    “Nothing like a good police film to get me hard,” said Lou as he maneuvered his penis inside Portia’s vagina.  Portia wiggled her rear to achieve deeper penetration then contracted her abdomen to well Lou’s member.

    “Can you imagine being caught in a drug sting and finding yourself at the mercy of the Mexican police,” asked Mark?

    “Or even worse, the Cambridge Police,” said Stacy laughing.  Stacy recalled Leslie Cabot’s story about being arrested by the Mexican police and having to spend several months in rehab after she was released.

    “The Russian police are the worse especially if you are a woman,” said Veronika.  “My sister was arrested in Moscow with a bag of pot.  After they raped her for two days, they beat her so badly she spent three months in the hospital.  They tore up her vagina and asshole.  They knocked all her teeth out.”

    “The Posse has had its moments.  Haven’t we guys,” said Mike?

    “Fucking right we have,” said Lou relaxing as Portia began to raise and lower herself on his cock.

    Stacy allowed her hand to wander to Ramón’s groin as she watched and listened to the General’s film.  The interrogation of Chelsea had begun.    

Chelsea:  What the fuck is that camera for?

Captain:  It is standard procedure during interrogations.  It assures you are treated fairly.  I am Captain Rodrigo Cassano.  Identify yourself please.

Chelsea:  My name is Chelsea Atkins Cooley.  I want to call the American Embassy.  As a citizen of the United States, I have the right to do that.

Captain: That is not possible.

Chelsea: Why?

Captain: Because I say so.

Chelsea:  That’s bullshit.  You better allow me to call or I’ll tell everyone we were raped on the way here.

Captain:  That’s a serious charge.  But it is a matter for later.  Undress.

Chelsea:  What?  No way.  You’re out of your fucking mind.  Go screw one of your beaner whores.

Captain:  You must be searched for drugs hidden on your person.  It is necessary you undress.

Chelsea: I said no fucking way.  Didn’t you hear me?  Your men raped my friends and me after we were arrested.   They made us suck their cocks then lay down on the floor in that filthy piece of crap they called a police wagon.   I was raped twice and they beat the living shit out of Annette.  All of you are going to jail.

The police captain shook his head and looked indecisive for a moment.  He lit an American cigarette.  Then he shrugged his shoulders and spoke.

Captain:  Sergeant Morales, undress Senorita Cooley.

Sergeant:  Yes, Captain.

Chelsea: If he touches me, I’ll scream.

Captain: And who would hear you or care if they did.

Chelsea:  Only a female officer should be allowed to search female prisoners.

Captain: I am afraid we have a different set of rules here.

The Sergeant and Corporal moved toward Chelsea.  Chelsea quickly changed her mind and slipped her torn blouse off her shoulders.

Chelsea:  No, I’ll do it.  You’ve already raped me.  What’s the point?

    The Sergeant took the blouse from Chelsea and handed it to the Captain who examined the label then set it aside.  The three watched as Chelsea unhooked and removed her bra.  She straightened her back and shoulders lifting her obviously augmented breasts.  She tossed the torn blouse to the Sergeant.

Chelsea:  Take a good look, you sick bastards.  When the American Embassy finds out what you have done to my friends and me you’re not going to be smiling.

Captain:  I assure you, Senorita, the Republic of Mexico has the full support of the United States government in dealing with their nationals who violate our country’s drug laws.  We work closely with your Drug Enforcement Agency.  They have an office in this very building and have been informed of your arrest.

Chelsea hesitated for a moment then took a deep breath before unhooking her skirt and allowing it to drop.  She wasn’t wearing any underpants.

Chelsea:  One of the motherfuckers who raped me kept my panty.  He’s probably using them to jerk off with.  Hey, what are you going to do?

The Captain had reached into a drawer to remove a pair of surgical gloves and a jar of lubricant.

 

Captain:  Perform a cavity search.  It is a required procedure.  I understand such searches are also performed in the United States when your Border Control apprehends one of our citizens seeking honest work.  In fact, they search the women with many others including fathers and brothers looking on.

Chelsea:  That’s a lie.  We don’t do that.

Captain: Lie down on the table on your back and spread your legs, please.

Chelsea:  Is that how you get your kicks?

Captain:  Do you want the Sergeant and the Corporal to force you?  I assure you they are perfectly willing.

Chelsea:  No, I’ll do it.

    Chelsea walked to the table and sat down.  As she leaned back the Sergeant and Corporal grabbed her ankles and pulled them back toward her head.

Chelsea: Fuck, that hurts.  Take it easy.  I said I’d cooperate.

    Her interrogators ignored her offer as they bent her like a hairpin.  It’s a good thing she’s still young and flexible thought Stacy as Chelsea’s toes were forced against the tabletop right by her ears.  The Corporal climbed up on the table and used his knees to pin her shoulders while he held her ankles under his armpits.

     “Katyln was talking about how she missed never being cavity searched.  Would you like that, sweetheart,” asked Zack.

     “I’d prefer the American Border Patrol.  I want an audience,” said Katyln.

    “The Sergeant produced two flat metal bars he forced into her vagina.  The bars had a short ninety-degree turn on the end.  The Sergeant hooked the edge inside Chelsea’s opening.   From the interrogator’s practiced manner, the viewer could tell Chelsea’s was not the first female vagina they had searched.

     Stacy watched the Sergeant’s muscular arms tense as he pulled Chelsea’s vagina open.  Chelsea responded with loud screams.

     

Chelsea:  Christ, you’re killing me.  Stop, please.

    This is the perfect audience for this kind of film thought Stacy looking around the salon as she licked the head of Ramón’s cock.  Ramón’s legs were spread open across the chair arms.  Stacy was taking it slow making it last.  One hand cradled his balls while the other stroked his saliva slick cock. The Posse and its female contingent were watching the screen while they engaged in various sexual activities.  Lou was on the receiving end of what Portia called her slow motion fuck.  Most of the females were managing to keep their mouth on their partner’s cock while watching General Ortega’s production.

    Mark and Wynona were sharing oral duties for Esteban’s cock.  Esteban had a finger in both their ass.

   The only ones not engaged in some form of sexual play were the three members of security who were standing at the back.  And I bet they’d like to, decided Stacy but duty calls.  Enrique, the enormous dark skinned man who was the Cardozo’s Director of Security was watching Stacy suck Ramón’s cock.   From the way he was staring and the tent in his trousers, it was obvious he wanted to join them.

    Chelsea’s loud screams and curses filled the Salon.  Captain Cassano had neatly rolled up his sleeve.  He was none too gently forcing several gloved fingers into Chelsea’s spread open vagina.  He started with two fingers ignored her protests when he inserted three and then four.  The Sergeant and Corporal were holding her on the table as the Captain formed his fingers together for full entry.

    Stacy recalled it was not that many months ago that Mark and she had visited his dad in prison and she had been the subject of a cavity search.  But that had been a woman’s hand and there was a speculum to open her cavity.  Stacy watched fascinated as the muscles in the Captain’s arm hardened when he began his final push.

   Stacy knew fist fucking was a learned skill she and Portia had mastered after sustained effort.  They employed dildos and butt plugs gradually increasing in girth to train each hole to relax.

    Chelsea Cooley was obviously not trained to accept another person’s hand in her vagina.  Her pitiful screams filled the room as the Captain’s hand finally slipped inside.  The Captain smiled at the achievement of his goal then to Chelsea’s utter dismay reached deep in her womb to complete a very thorough search.  The Captain appeared disappointed at his failure to find drugs.  The police released Chelsea allowing her to collapse across the table.  She turned on her side and rolled up in a ball clutching her abdomen.

    The Captain peeled off the glove and threw it in the trash.  It was at that moment, Chelsea said something stupid.

Chelsea:  I’m going to have you bastards put in jail for the rest of your life.  Then I’m going to hire someone to rape your mothers.

Captain:  Sergeant, turn her over.  Perhaps she has drugs in her rectum.

Chelsea:  Please no, there’s nothing in my ass.

    The Sergeant and the Corporal flipped Chelsea over on her stomach with her legs hanging off the table.  The Corporal used a cable tie to secure her ankles to the table legs.  Once her hands were similarly tied, her arms were pulled across the table and tied with a rope to a nearby pole.  The Corporal put his weight into the rope stretching the girl to the point her shoulders were on the verge of dislocation

    Chelsea screamed as the Sergeant inserted his spreader bars in her anus.  The Corporal grabbed a similar pair of bars and inserted them.

Sergeant:  The prisoner is ready.

Captain:  Thank you, Sergeant Morales.  Proceed.

   Both policemen strained to pry open Chelsea’s anus.

   “Now that is how a cavity search should be conduced,” said Brad watching as the camera came in for a close up of Chelsea’s open anus.

    Captain Cassano took his time.  He slowly donned another surgical glove.  He opened his desk door to remove a jar of a white substance.

He walked around to where Chelsea could see him.

Captain: Threatening the National Police is a crime, Senorita Cooley.

Chelsea: What’s that in your hand?

Captain: In your country, they call it lard or fat.

Chelsea: What are you going to do with it?

Captain: Put it in your ass so I can tell if you have concealed drugs.

Chelsea:  My parents are rich.  They can pay you a lot of money to let me go.

Captain:  No doubt they will.

Chelsea:  And until they do, I’ll be nice to you. I’ll do anything you want.  I’ll make sure the other girls do whatever you want.  They listen to me.

Captain:  I’m afraid we are already past that point, Senorita.  Hold her still, Sergeant.

     The Captain walked around to Chelsea’s rear unscrewing the jar lid as he walked.  He dug three fingers into the dirty white substance then transferred it to the inside of Chelsea’s rectum.  Ear splitting screams blasted out of the speakers as the Captain’s arm moved inexorably deeper inside her bowels.

     “Keep going Captain, its in there,” shouted Bobby at the screen  

    The audience was finding the General’s film highly stimulating.  Lou was alternating between sucking Portia’s nipples and watching the screen.  Portia’s butthole was now filled with Lou’s cock.  The enterprising Katyln had deserted Zack to sit in the lap of one of the Cardozo’s lieutenants. At the moment, her hand was slowly stroking his cock as he applied his lips to her breasts.  Zack, however, was not being neglected.  One of the Brazilian beauties, Manuela, was preparing to wrap her full red lips around his penis.

    We’ll never make it all the way through the film before this turns into an orgy thought Stacy.  On screen, the Captain was making a sustained effort to force his hand deep inside the protesting girl’s bowel.  Accompanied by loud screams of pain, he managed to insert his entire hand into the screaming girl’s anus.  The director was demonstrating his professionalism by capturing different close-ups of Chelsea’s tortured facial expressions alternating with the slow progress of the Captain’s arm.

    “What does that remind you of, Mike” asked Lou whose fully erect manhood was in Portia’s warm mouth?

    “Marge Goodwill, over at the Sussex County jail searching a female perp for drugs,” said Mike his hands massaging Carina’s breasts.

    “Right, old Marge sure loved her job, at least the part where she got to search for contraband,” said Lou.  “It was fun to watch them walk away when Marge was done.”

    “Her fist was as big as mine.  I watched her search a high school girl who had assaulted an officer when he arrested her for DUI.   The stupid bitch broke the officer’s nose so she was due special treatment.  And can you imagine this, the cunt was a virgin,” said Brad.

    “I bet that didn’t stop Marge for a minute,” said Lou.

    “No way, Marge and the girls strapped her down tight while Marge greased her holes.  The girl couldn’t have weighed more than one ten.  Marge’s fist took both her cherries,” said Mike.  “Blood started pumping out of her cunt after Marge sent her to lockup.  They had to ship her off to the ER to have her pussy sewed up.”

    Rectal search complete, the Captain removed the bloody glove and sat back down at his desk.  Chelsea was still face down, restrained over the table.

Sergeant:  May we have a moment with her, Captain?

Captain:  Of course, Sergeant, I feel the need of some fresh air.

    As the Captain left the room, the Sergeant approached Chelsea from the rear.  He unfastened his belt buckle allowing his uniform trousers to drop to his knees.  The camera came around to show him positioning his cock to enter Chelsea.  She cried, “Oh, God know,” as the Sergeant slid inside her.  A few feet away, the Corporal was stroking his cock waiting his turn.

   “It’s a marvelous piece of work,” said Ramon leaving no doubt his high regard for the General’s film.

    “I hope he plans to make others,” said Stacy.

    Around her, the others were multitasking.  Attention was focused on both the screen and having sex with the nearest warm body.

    Stacy returned her attention to the screen.  The scene had changed.  A tearful sobbing nude Chelsea was immobilized in a chair.  Leather straps across her limbs and torso held her in place.  A wide strap across her forehead prevented her from moving her head.

    Cigarette in hand, Captain Cassano was interrogating her.

Captain:  Who in Los Angeles is the head of your narcotics gang?

Chelsea:   We’re not part of any narcotics gang.  We decided to do this on our own.

    The Captain took a long puff on his cigarette then exhaled to blow the ash off.  The camera came in for a close up as the Captain put the glowing ash on her nipple.  Chelsea’s scream drowned out the hiss of the cigarette charring the tissue. Very slowly and deliberately he burned the other nipple. When Chelsea recovered somewhat, her interrogation continued.

Captain: It is not believable you were acting on your own.  The purchase of five kilograms of pure cocaine constitutes major trafficking according to Mexican law and the laws of your country.  Pardon me Senorita but we are not all poor ignorant Mexican peasants.  I repeat.  Give me the names of every member of your gang in Los Angeles.

Chelsea:  There’s no gang.   This guy at a club on Sunset heard us talking about going to Cancun.  He said if we scored some coke, even a few kilograms, he’d move it for us.  We’d easily triple our money.

Captain:  What is his name?

Chelsea:   Rafael something.

Captain:  Sergeant.

    On cue, the Sergeant stepped forward and punched Chelsea in the jaw. The screen went black for a moment while a voice over announcer spoke.

    The criminal drug dealer, Chelsea Cooley, proved difficult and Captain Cassano had to resort to extraordinary measures.

    The screen opened with the sound of Chelsea screaming as the Sergeant and the Corporal now stripped to the waist and wielding long whips were alternately landing blows on her backside.  Captain Cassano was seated at the table studying documents and smoking a cigarette.  Chelsea was hanging naked from an overhead beam, her toes barely touching the floor.  Red and in some cases bleeding stripes covered her flesh from the top of her shoulders to her calves.

    “That’s right, flog the druggie cunt,” said Zack who now had a firm hold on Manuela’s lustrous curls and was proceeding to force his cock down her throat.

    “Mike, let’s buy some whips when we get back,” said Lou staring hard at the screen as Portia allowed his fat cock to penetrate her asshole to its maximum potential.

    “Yeah, Stacy see to it,” said Mike.

    “Will do, Mike,” said Stacy taking Ramón’s cock out of her mouth to answer.    

    A quick screen change and the two were now applying their efforts to Chelsea’s front.  Whip marks started at her breasts and ended at her knees.  The whipping stopped for a minute to allow the camera to survey close-up the ravaged flesh.  There were some very nasty looking gashes in her armpits.  They’d also paid particular attention to Chelsea’s breasts.  Both areolas were bleeding and one nipple was hanging by a thread of skin.

    “Her tits are going to need cosmetic surgery,” said Chloe speaking knowledgably between licks of Bobby’s testicles.

    “Armpits are more sensitive,” said Katyln from the back of the room where she was mounted on one of the Cardozo staff members.  A second member was standing allowing her to suck his cock.

    “Katyln’s right,” said Mike.  “Arm pits, knee pits and the soles of the feet are highly sensitive to a beating.”

    “For a guy, the nuts are where you don’t want to be hurt,” said Brad.

    “Each place has its uses,” said Esteban whose cockhead was causing Mark to make choking sounds.

    “I got to hand it to you Cardozo’s.  This is one great movie,” said Lou.  “It’s better than Gone With the Wind or Casablanca.”

    “It’s the Citizen Kane of Mexican police documentaries,” said Portia as she focused on squeezing her core muscles around Lou’s cock as it moved deeper into her rectum.  Portia exhaled drawing her navel to her spine lifting her rib cage and contracting the muscles to raise her pelvic floor.  Once fully contracted, she took a deep exhale then inhaled to intensify her contractions.

    “Oh fucking shit, that’s good.  Where did you learn to fuck like that?” asked Lou reacting to the sensations that Portia was creating around his penis.

    “The Trenton, New Jersey public school system,” said Portia exhaling to release her contractions.

    On screen, the scene had changed to show a naked Chelsea sitting at the table signing documents.  The voice over announcer offered an explanation.

    Overwhelmed by guilt, Chelsea Cooley confessed to her crimes.

    On screen, Chelsea, with a bad case of the shakes, missing several teeth from her lower jaw, one eye swollen shut and a badly cut fat lip, looked directly at the camera and began to read aloud in a quivering voice from a document she was holding in front of her.

    I, Chelsea Atkins Cooley of Malibu, California, freely and of my own will, confess to the purchase and distribution of five kilograms of cocaine.  With the aid of a drug dealer, I planned to smuggle the drugs into the United States.  My accomplices were three of my college friends, Beverly Rockland, Cynthia Parsons, and Annette Whiting.  We are all members of the Los Angeles, California narco-trafficking gang, Mega 19.  Under the guise of our college’s spring break, we journeyed to Cancun where we made contact with Manuel Reyes, a local middleman for the Campo Cartel.  Senor Reyes took us to the headquarters Manolo Campo, local head of the cartel where we made our purchase.  Senor Reyes was later killed in a shootout with the police after he refused repeated requests to surrender.  I wish to offer my heartfelt apologies to the government and people of the Republic of Mexico for the crimes committed by my fellow gang members and myself against their beautiful and gracious country.  I would also like to thank the members of the Mexican National Police for their fair and humane treatment.

    “It just might have been more believable if Chelsea didn’t look like someone had beat the living shit out of her,” said Wynona taking a break from running her tongue over Mark’s anus as he in turn sucked Esteban’s cock.

    “It was a little rough but basically it worked,” said Mike scooting down to allow Carina to rim his anus.

    The scene dissolved into one where the camera was looking through cell bars at a large group of male prisoners gathered around four naked females. Men were between their legs thrusting away as the women begged them to stop.

    “Isn’t that Chelsea and the others,” asked Portia?

    “Dope dealing sluts deserved to be gang fucked,” said Lou recognizing the girls as the camera came in close up of their ruined faces.  It was apparent all four had been interrogated by the Captain.

     The voice over announcer explained the situation.

    Due to a clerical error, Chelsea and the others was mistakenly assigned to a holding cell for male prisoners accused of the crime of rape.  Unfortunately the error was not discovered for two days.

    On screen the cell door opened and several soldiers entered brandishing guns.  They lifted the four females off the floor and drug her away.

    “They looked fucked half to death,” said Brad.

    “I don’t think you can fuck a girl to death. I don’t care how many cocks she takes,” said Bobby.

    “I once read that the Apaches had a way to fuck a white woman to death,” said Zack.

    “Now why would it matter if she was white,” asked Katyln?

    “Apache women had tougher cunts,” said Zack.

    “They probably died of exposure and shock,” said Portia.  “Or their chest was compressed by the rapist weight and they smothered to death.”

    “The Irish Mob used to kill that way,” said Lou.

    “What way,” asked Chloe taking a break from sucking Bobby’s cock?

    “Sit on a guy’s chest until he died from lack of oxygen,” said Lou.  “You can’t expand your lungs with that much weight pressing down.”

    “Nine times out of ten, the corner would call it a heart attack,” said Mike who was busy pumping his cock dog style into Carina.

    “My favorite trick of the Winter Hill Gang was to bribe the funeral home to cut off fingers of a corpse right before they closed the coffin.  At their next hit, they used the frozen finger to leave prints of the deceased.  Drove the cops crazy until they finally figured it out,” said Mike.

    “That’s creative,” said Portia as the camera followed the guards dragging the four almost lifeless girls down a hallway to dump them into a cell with dozens of other tough looking females.

    On screen, the scene changed to a large room that appeared to be part of the prison’s dispensary.  The four girls dressed in prison garb were huddled together in front of a man wearing a white jacket and stethoscope.  Tough looking matrons were standing by the girls.  The doctor spoke directly into the camera.

     

    The personal hygiene of the four Americans was poor when they arrived in our facility.  When I examined them, I detected head lice and other vermin.  In order to keep them from infecting the prisoners and staff, I ordered the removal of all body hair followed by a thorough scrubbing with antiseptics.

    Two of the matrons grabbed Annette Whiting, the smallest of the four and sat her down in a straight chair.  A matron approached with a pair of barber shears.  Annette saw the shears and panicked.  She leaped out of the chair and ran for the door.  However, she was quickly intercepted.  Two matrons held her while a large female prison guard went to work on Annette with her fists. A punch to the side of her jaw caused something white to fly out of her mouth.  The camera went in for a close-up of two bloody teeth lying on the tile floor.  Annette was thrown back into the chair.

     In a matter of minutes, a matron had sheared off all but the last quarter inch of hair.  Another matron stepped forward with an electric razor.   In the final phase, the matron lathered up Annette’s skull and used a straight razor to remove any remaining hair.

    “Fuck, they even shaved her eyebrows,” said Stacy looking at totally bald Annette.  Cynthia Parsons had replaced Annette in the barber’s chair.

    “Bald women are certainly ugly,” said Lou.

    The next scene showed the four naked and now totally bald women in a communal shower being scrubbed with a green soap. At that point the DVD ended.

     “We will watch the second DVD tomorrow night,” said Ramón.  “It has a branding scene that is extremely well done.”

     “So what are we going to do now,” asked Lou?

     “Whatever gives you pleasure,” said Ramón standing up.  “I intend to fuck Stacia.”

     “Or who pleases us,” said Esteban positioning Mark on all fours.

Chapter 66 End of the Posse

    “This way, Senoritas, por favor,” said Enrique using the barrel of his assault rifle to point in the direction he wanted them to go.  The six females belonging to the Posse were sunbathing in the nude on the pool deck when Enrique and three of his security team unexpectedly arrived.  Stacy took the fact they were fully armed and aiming guns at them as a sign there was serious trouble.  That Enrique was being polite only emphasized the danger.

    After a late breakfast, Mike informed her there was an important meeting with the Cardozos and she and the other females should work on their tans.

     “I thought I was a member of the Posse,” pouted Stacy as she melted in his arms.

     “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about it after it’s over.  If it were up to me, you’d be there but you know what chauvinist Latinos are.  To the Cardozo’s, women are only good for one thing,” said Mike before he kissed her and left for the meeting.

    After all the sex of the previous day and night everyone was in the mood to relax.  The chef prepared an excellent buffet lunch featuring Crab Louis, one of Stacy’s favorites.  The women removed their bikinis, coated themselves with tanning oils and napped in the warm sun.

    After lunch Stacy noticed the winds picking up and the sea becoming rougher.  She watched as the Inca Dream made a sudden one hundred and eighty degree turn then began to accelerate in the other direction.

    “What’s happening, Eduardo?  Why are we changing course?” asked Stacy of the young cabin boy who was spraying her with chilled Evian Water.

    “Hurricane Danica, it has changed course and is picking up speed,” said Eduardo.  “The officer of the deck failed to notice a navigation error.  However, the captain hopes to outrun it.  Senor Esteban is furious.  I think the Inca Dream will have a new captain soon.”

    “Hopes to,” said Portia.  “You mean we might wind up in a hurricane.  The morning’s weather report said it was a Category Five.  They’re calling it the storm of the century.”

    “I am sure there is nothing to worry about. Captain Ortiz is very experienced and he would never do anything to discomfort the Cardozos,” said Eduardo as a strong gust of wind blew across the deck giving Eduardo an excuse to brush the back of her hand across Stacy’s breast.

    “Go away, you little devil,” said Stacy laughing.

    Stacy and Portia stuck it out for another hour as the sea got rougher and the winds stronger.   They had just announced they were going in when Enrique and three of his men arrived.

    “Something’s wrong,” whispered Stacy to Portia as they finished putting their suits on and gathered their belongings.

    Enrique ordered the few Cardozo females to go to their cabins and remain there until told they could leave.

    “Something’s extremely wrong,” repeated Stacy as she slipped on her bikini bottoms.

    “Maybe they couldn’t work out mutually acceptable terms and had a falling out,” said Portia picking up the large bag containing her suntan lotion and other personal items.

    The ship was starting to pitch wildly as they arrived in the main salon.  Stacy recalled how the night before it had been the scene of an orgy following the showing of the documentary.   Ramon had suggested the two of them go to his cabin for one on one sex and Stacy agreed.

     Once there, she had focused every ounce of sexual energy she possessed to provide him the ultimate sexual experience.  Over several hours, they had coupled repeatedly until exhaustion forced them to sleep. When Stacy awoke, Ramon was gone.

    “I gave him every ounce of passion I could summon,” said Stacy when she and Portia were discussing the bizarre film and the wild sex that followed.

    “It was the kind of movie that could develop a cult following.  Monk and Les are talking about going to Cancun on Spring Break and buying some weed.  I wish I had a copy of the General’s film to show them,” said Portia.

    “Sir Charles said we could keep the money we earned in New York.  I was thinking a week in Paris for the two of us,” said Stacy.

    “A week getting my pussy eaten by real Frenchmen, what a divine idea,” said Portia.    

    When the females entered the salon, the enormous plasma screen was displaying the Weather Channel.  A green and red ball dominated the ocean off the Florida coast.  Arrows indicated Hurricane Danica was heading toward the lower east coast of Florida.  Miami was directly in the storm’s path.

    “Sit down and be quiet,” said Enrique.  Stacy and the others took seats facing the screen.

    “What’s wrong, Enrique,” asked Portia?

    “I told you to shut the fuck up,” said Enrique.

    It was at that moment Barbara Somers appeared bringing a shocked Stacy to her feet.  The black wig and different make-up had been an effective disguise.  She was carrying a semi-automatic pistol.  Stacy recognized the make, Sig Sauer.

    “Sit down, Serena, rather Stacy,” said Barbara walking quickly up to Stacy and slapping her back into the heavily padded chair.

    Portia started to leap toward Barbara but one of Enrique’s men blocked her path using his rifle to throw her back into the chair.

    “What the fuck’s going on,” demanded Wynona?

    “Hello everyone, my name is Barbara Somers.  Stacy and I are old friends.  She used to work for me.  I’ve got some video for you to watch,” said Barbara handing Enrique a DVD.

   It was only a few minutes before the Weather Channel was replaced by the gloomy interior of Raymond Serrentino’s office.   Mr. Serrentino was seated at his desk waiting.  Three stocky men brought a struggling nun screaming curses into the room, threw her on the desk and started slapping her as they ripped her clothes off.  The nun’s provocative underwear came into view along with Stacy’s red hair.

    “First one to recognize the nun wins a prize,” said Barbara.

    “Big fucking deal, that’s Stacy as a red head,” said Wynona after a few minutes of watching the nun being stripped then mounted by one of the men.

    “Right, and for your answer you win an easy death,” said Barbara raising her pistol and shooting Wynona in the chest.  The noise was deafening.  Except for Stacy and Portia, the other women panicked and ran toward the exit.

     Enrique stepped forward to slam his gun butt into Chloe’s stomach.  She felt to the deck and doubled over holding her abdomen. One of the other guards grabbed Veronika by her blonde ponytail and proceeded to smash her face against a bulkhead. Blood spurted from her broken nose as she crumpled to the floor.  The largest of the men landed a hard fist to the jaw stopping Katyln in her tracks.  Stacy saw something fly out of Katyln’s mouth and land at her feet.  When Stacy looked down, a bloody molar was spinning on the inlaid teak deck.  

   On screen, one of the men was between the nun’s legs pounding his cock in her vagina.  Her legs were wrapped around his waist responding in very un nun like fashion.  Mr. Serrentino was gleefully looking on encouraging his men to be brutal.

    “Fuck me harder, you Wop bastard,” screamed Sister Serena.  With her ankles locked together she was pulling him into her pussy each time he thrust forward.  The men moved the Sister until her head was hanging off the side of the desk, crown toward the floor.

    “This’ll shut the whore up,” said one of the men placing his cock in Stacy’s mouth and thrusting his hips forward.  The security camera caught the rise and fall of her throat as his penis entered and retreated from her gullet.  Sister Serena was squirming in pain as the third man pulled and twisted her nipples.

    “She’s a fighter.  Show her whose boss,” cackled Mr. Serrentino from behind his desk.

    “Stacy, get them back in their seats before I shoot another one,” ordered Barbara brandishing her gun at Stacy and Portia.

    Stacy struggled with a hysterical Chloe guiding her back into her chair.  Portia and a bleeding Veronika managed to get a sobbing Katyln seated.

    “Calm down, Chloe,” said Stacy holding the girl.  Chloe quieted after a few moments.   Stacy relaxed and stood up returning to her seat.  Wynona moaned drawing Chloe’s attention. Barbara’s bullet had missed her heart but punctured a lung.  Wynona’s labored breath was making a whistling sound as it exited the hole in her chest.

    “She’s not dead.  Someone call 911,” screamed Chloe rushing to kneel by Wynona.

    “Oh, no problem,” said Barbara taking several steps toward Wynona’s supine form then firing directly into her face. Her shot exploded Wynona’s skull bathing Chloe in blood and tissue.

   Chloe began to shriek, long, loud cries of a woman terrified beyond reason.

   “Quiet, Chloe,” urged Stacy trying to calm her.

   But Barbara calmly stepped between Stacy and Chloe, placed the gun against Chloe’s temple and pulled the trigger.  Blood splattered the nearest bulkhead.

    “Shit, that is going to be one fucking mess to clean up,” said Enrique.  “Don’t shoot anymore of them in here, Barbara.  Ramon doesn’t like messes and he plans to do the women once he’s finished with the men.“

    “All right, as long as they behave,” said Barbara reluctantly.

    “What’s going on?  Why are you doing this,” asked Veronika?

    “I suppose the rest of you are wondering what this is all about.  Last month, Mike Cabreeze arranged for a disguised Stacy to come to New York where she convinced me she was a hooker on the run from LA for killing her boyfriend.  It was all a setup,” said Barbara.

     “That’s a lie.  Stacy was with me all last month and we weren’t in New York and we can prove it,” said Portia.

     “That’s a bullshit lie, Portia, and you know it.  Stacy danced and gave blowjobs by day and escorted at night.  She used her pussy to bribe one of the security guards to take her upstairs to Mr. Serrentino’s office where she concealed a couple of these,” said Barbara holding up her pistol.

     “You’re wrong,” said Stacy.  “It wasn’t me.”

     “Cut the crap, you two.  By the way, Stacy, that idiot Tice is no longer among the living.  After he told us about all the wonderful things you did to him with Sounds, we stuck some things up his dick he didn’t enjoy as much.  Stacy drugged Tice and while he was out she hid the weapons.  We found this one behind the commode,” said Barbara.  “Nice fucking gun.”

    “That’s got nothing to do with me.  Zack and I are divorced,” said Katyln.  I’m just here because Zack said it would be fun to be on a big yacht.”

    “And it has been fun up till now.  I suppose your death can be attributed to being in the wrong place at the wrong time,” said Barbara.

    “I don’t want to die,” sobbed Katyln.

    “Too bad, honey.  But we all got to go someday. When Mr. Serrentino asked me to have the new dancer come upstairs for a little role-play, Stacy was more than willing.  I dressed her as a nun.  Mr. Serrentino got off on watching his boys work over one of the Brides of Christ.  It was something he took away from twelve years of parochial school.  As you can see from the video, the security camera in the ceiling captured, she took her beating and rape like a good whore and when she was alone with Mr. Serrentino, well, you’ll see.”

    The men had left a bruised and bleeding Stacy lying across the desk.  Mr. Serrentino stood up and unzipped his pants.  He leaned over and whispered something to Stacy.  She climbed down off the desk and knelt before a now seated Raymond Serrentino.  Everyone was watching intently as Stacy began to suck his cock.

    “I got to hand it to you, Stacy.  You are one hell of a cocksucker.  The last three girls I sent to Mr. Serrentino couldn’t get him off.  He left his boys work them over. Put one of them in the hospital for a week,” said Barbara.

    It was several minutes before Mr. Serrentino orgasmed then climaxed back into his chair asleep.  Stacy reached back under the desk to remove a pistol identical to one in Barbara’s hand.  Stacy walked slowly around behind a sleeping Mr. Serrentino.  She put the pistol down on the credenza then unhooked the gold chain from around her waist.

    Stacy recalled Sir Charles had suggested that if possible she strangle Mr. Serrentino rather than shoot him since gunshots would bring his bodyguards running.

    “Is that really you, Stacy,” asked Veronika, as the on screen Stacy wrapped the gold chain around a sleeping Mr. Serrentino’s neck then placed her knee against the back of his chair and pulled.  There was a minimum of struggle before the old man slumped forward.  Stacy checked his pulse to confirm he was dead.

    “This is a case of mistaken identity. Stacy couldn’t kill anybody.  We’re college students not murderers.  Maybe someone who wants to implicate Cabreeze disguised an assassin as Stacy,” said Portia desperately trying to confuse matters.

   “Shut the fuck up, Portia. We know you were part of it.  It might interest you to know Stacia turned out to be a real moneymaker primarily because she is a cock crazy slut who loves dick more than anyone I’ve met in a long time.  She swings both way, too but I you whores know that.”

    “What’s going to happen to us,” asked Veronika?

    “It’s up to Ramon and Esteban but the smart money is on a very long and excruciatingly painful death.  The Cardozos loved and respected Mr. Serrentino.  And when Stacy strangled the old man like he was a piece of garbage, they made it their personal mission to find out who was responsible and make them pay,” said Barbara.

      “Let me go.  I won’t say anything.  You can do what you want with Stacy and Portia,” said Katyln.

     “I’m afraid its not going to work that way but if you’re lucky, they’ll shoot you in the head after they give you to the crew,” said Barbara.

      “I don’t care who I have to fuck.  Please let us go,” said Veronika.

      “So why do you believe Mike Cabreeze was responsible,” asked Portia stalling for time.

      “The Cardozos figured the person with the most to gain was Mike Cabreeze.  He had already approached Ramon with an offer to take over distribution once Raymond passed from the scene.  But it wasn’t until I saw Stacy on the pool deck I figured out she was really Serena and told the Cardozos.  Then we knew for sure Cabreeze had ordered her to assassinate Mr. Serrentino.”

    “That’s got nothing to do with us.  Zack and I weren’t involved.  Let us go.  Do whatever you want with Mike and Stacy,” said Katyln holding her jaw, occasionally spitting blood into a napkin.

    “Ramon and Esteban don’t see it that way.  In their eyes, all members of Mike’s Posse are equally guilty,” said Barbara.  “They consider it a blood feud that extends to the families of the Posse.  Cardozo’s men are seeing to that back in Cambridge.  There’s going to be a lot of bodies floating in the Atlantic before the sun sets.”

    “Wives and children, too,” asked Stacy thinking of a serious looking young girl in her communion dress?

    “Esteban and Ramon are very thorough,” said Barbara.

    “Where are Zack and the others,” asked Katyln?

    “You’ll know in a minute.  This is almost done. Enrique get ready to switch the feed to downstairs,” said Barbara.

    As the security film ended a now clothed Serena was shooting Sallie and the three bodyguards then exiting the room.

    “You are one hell of a fucking shot,” said Barbara.  “Go ahead, Enrique.”

     Enrique opened a sliding cabinet door hiding a bank of electronic controls.  He flipped several switches to change the input from the DVD player to the video camera located in the ship’s torture and interrogation cabin.  The screen flickered and the scene shifted to below decks.

***

   

    “Barbara, are we on,” asked Ramon Cardozo his face filling the large screen?  From nearby could be heard the full-throated screams of someone in terrible pain.  He was wearing a white lab coat and there were safety glasses perched above his forehead.

    “Loud and clear, Ramon,” said Barbara looking into the tripod mounted camera Enrique’s assistant had set up.  “I see you’ve already started with the entertainment.”

    “Yes, Esteban was most anxious to try out some new equipment.  How did everything go up there,” asked Ramon?

    “I had to cap two of them, Wynona and Chloe. Wynona to get everyone’s attention and Chloe for getting on my nerves,” said Barbara.

    “Save Stacy and Portia for Esteban and me.  We have something very special planned for those two,” said Ramon.

    “Understood, Ramon,” said Enrique.

    “What are your plans for Katyln and Veronika,” asked Barbara?

    “Bring them here to start.  If you’re inclined, you can supervise their punishment,” said Ramon.  “Esteban has new technology that amplifies pain.  I’m sure you’ll find it most interesting.”

     “I’d love to.  That’s very kind of you and Esteban, thank you,” said Barbara.

     “Put Stacia on camera,” said Ramon.

     One of the guards focused the camera on a seated Stacy as Enrique used a remote to split the screen so both Stacy and Ramon were on screen side by side.

     “Stacia, you were spectacular last night.  As a whore, you are one in a million. Your painful death will sadden me,” said Ramon.

     “We could fuck that way every night if you let me live,” said Stacy.  “And Portia could make it a three way.”

     “I’m sure that would be marvelous but I have my duty to the memory of a great man, Raymond Ignatius Serrentino,” said Ramon.  “Stacia, I want you to know Raymond Serrentino was a man I loved and deeply respected.  My brother shares my feelings.  Raymond was the one who gave us the funds to start our business.”

     “Loss of someone who has been important in your life is always painful.  Are you sure Portia and I can’t help you get beyond your grief,” asked Stacy.  Having two bright and attractive Harvard girls in the cartel would give you an added dimension.”

     “I’m afraid your wit is useless in this situation.  It pains us he was assassinated by a murdering slut acting under the orders of a small town policeman.  Before this day is out, I’m going to cut off your incredibly beautiful breasts a thin slice at a time, Portia’s, too.  Esteban and I have devised a very detailed and lengthy regimen that will make you beg for a death that never seems to arrive.  Your lover, Portia, will be there beside you suffering the same fate.”

    “Ramon, maybe we better put a hold on this until the weather calms down,” said Barbara responding to the fact that the ship was starting to pitch back and forth and she was having a hard time standing.

    “Captain Ortiz says we’re going to be in the clear soon. Don’t concern yourself.  Enrique, keep Stacia and the others there until we finish with the Posse,” said Ramon.

    “I will, Ramon,” said Enrique.

    “And keep the video feed enabled.  I’m sure, the ladies want to watch what happens to Cabreeze’s Posse,” said Ramon.  “Esteban lets begin with the usual.”

     Ramon retreated from the camera.  The camera operator changed the focus to capture the entire area.  Stacy and Portia leaned forward curious to see the interrogation facility that had been so secret even Sir Charles had been unable to determine with certainty what it contained.

    The bulkheads were a gleaming white.  The cabinets and fixtures were stainless steel.  The ceiling of the room contained a large oval track controlling a movable metal railing.  There was a matching track and railing on the bottom deck.   The six Posse members were suspended like sides of beef hanging by their wrists from the top railing.  Their ankles were restrained in metal cuffs to the bottom railing.  Arms and legs were spread at a forty-five degree angle.  A hidden mechanism adjusted the tension uniformly.  In spite of the differences in height, each man was painfully and identically stretched.

    “This is the third torture rack I have designed for the Inca Dream, each a great improvement over the other,” said Ramon obviously proud of his creation.  “It embodies all the possibilities of a medieval rack enhanced by modern technology.  Allow Esteban and I to demonstrate its efficiency in performing electrical torture.”

    Stacy and Portia watched as Esteban and Ramon took a position at one end of the oval rack.  Esteban also clad in a white lab coat was holding a lance with a forked tip.  An electrical plug connected it to a nearby outlet.

    “The lance provides sufficient voltage to cause extreme pain but at an amperage that does not kill.  However, it makes you wish you were dead,” said Esteban holding up the three-foot rod.  He held it in hand protected by a thick rubber glove.

    Ramon pushed a button on the remote control.  There was a whirring sound and Lou was moved into position at the end of the oval in front of the brothers.

    “Don’t,” was all Lou managed before Esteban touched the fork to his left nipple and pressed a trigger in the lance’s handle.  Lou’s body shook violently as the current passed though his body.  As Lou’s scream’s subsided, Esteban touched the other nipple.

   “Naturally, the penis is very sensitive,” said Esteban capturing Lou’s cock in the fork and raising it slightly before he pressed the trigger.  Lou’s cries filled the salon as Stacy and the others watched.

    “And of course, the testicles are equally if not more sensitive,” said Esteban placing the twin tines of the fork around one of Lou’s balls.

   Portia gritted her teeth as Lou bellowed in pain.  I had his balls in my mouth not that many hours ago realized Portia.  Lou was an awful bastard but he didn’t deserve to be tortured this way.

    While Lou was still screaming, Ramon used the remote to move the track and Brad became the next Posse member to experience the lance.  After Brad, they moved quickly through the other members.

    “Zack,” screamed Katyln recognizing her business partner and ex husband when his turn came.

    “You heard Ramon, Katyln.  I get to do the same to you when we take you below.  I’m going to stick that lance in your cunt and pull the trigger,” said Barbara.  After that, I’ll go to work on your asshole.”

    “Don’t do this, Esteban.  You’re passing up billions,” said Mike before Esteban pressed the trigger.  Esteban took his time with Mike applying the lance to both armpits and repeatedly to his privates. Mike was forward semi-conscious by the time they arrived by at Lou.

    “The next step is castration,” said Ramon kneeling to loop a thin metal cable around Lou’s testicles.  Lou was pleading for them to stop as Ramon pressed another button.  The cable quickly tightened around a take up reel.  Lou’s testicles were stretch to the verge of being ripped off.

    “There is a tradition in Columbia that the first thing you do with a traitor is take his manhood,” said Esteban walking toward Lou with a scalpel and a small plastic bucket.  “Then as he suffers great pain, he will also know that he is not suffering as a man.”

    “I told you we had nothing to do with killing Serrentino,” screamed Lou.  “Sure we wanted to be the distributors but that doesn’t mean we strangled him,” said Lou.

    Esteban ignored Lou’s protest.  He placed the yellow pail under Lou then used the razor sharp scalpel to slice open Lou’s scrotum.  He reached in the blood sack to remove the two small clumps of tissue.  Esteban deftly sliced through the connecting tissues allowing the testicles to fall into the pall making a small splat as they landed.

    “Any idea how many sets of nuts the Cardozo’s have chopped off, Enrique,” asked Barbara?

    “No idea, Senora, but there are more than a few men in my country walking around without their balls thanks to Ramon and Esteban,” said Enrique.

    Ramon appeared with a cauterizing instrument he applied to the incision.  There was a hiss and a small puff of smoke as the red-hot tip seared the two edges of flesh.

    “Maybe, I’ll cut your clit off and keep it as a souvenir,” said Barbara to a terrified Katyln and Veronika.

   It was Mark’s turn to be gelded.

    “Oh God, please don’t,” begged Mark as Esteban approached.  “I don’t know anything about who killed Raymond Serrentino.”

    “I am afraid, pretty boy, you are guilty by association,” said Esteban leaning down to slit open Mark’s scrotum.  In spite of the pain, Mark did not faint as Esteban’s fingers entered his sack to remove his testicles.  He did scream however as he felt them being cut away.  Other members of the Posse, driven by terror, joined in his screams.

    Esteban dropped the severed flesh in a plastic pail. Ramon cauterized the incision.  Mark screamed then passed out.

   Esteban and Ramon continued on to Brad and then his brother Bobby.  Both men fainted after their wounds were cauterized.

    “God no,” said Katyln when it became Zack’s turn.  She passed out on the deck when Esteban held up Zack’s bloody testicles.  Only Mike was left.

   “We have something special planned for you, Michael,” said Ramon as Esteban rolled a strange looking device mounted on a cart to where it was directly in front of him.  “This is new.”

   “Look, Ramon, Stacy Todd couldn’t have killed anybody.  She’s nothing but a whore, a slut who loves to fuck.  You’ve seen that yourself,” said Mike as Esteban positioned his balls between the jaws of the two vise-like devices.  Next he tightened both vises until Mike’s testicles were slightly compressed.   Mike desperately kept on pleading.

   “You not thinking clearly, Ramon.  Someone must have disguised herself as Stacy.  For God’s sake, she’s a fucking Harvard student,” said Mike.

   “Say goodbye to your balls, Michael,” said Esteban as he pressed a red button on the cart.  Mike’s screams grew louder and louder as each vise slowly closed flattening his testicles.

    Mike’s pain was so real and his screams so loud Barbara and Enrique were staring at the screen not watching her or Stacy.  Portia saw her chance.  She slipped her hand inside the large beach bag and found the remote trigger disguised within the top of a bottle of tanning lotion.

   On screen, Mike was going crazy with the pain.  His screams filled the salon.  Enrique increased the volume.  Portia pushed the arming switch then pressed the trigger.  For ten seconds, nothing happened then they heard a boom that kept getting louder.  All of a sudden the furnishings and people of the salon were propelled into the air.

     Portia’s bomb had blown out the bottom of the boat.  People in the ship’s hold and below deck were killed instantly.

   Stacy had watched Portia arm and trigger the bomb out of the corner of her eye.  It’s now or never Stacy told herself as she picked herself off the deck and leaped on a stunned Barbara.  Stacy felt her elbow go numb as it smashed Barbara’s jaw.  She grabbed the Sig Sauer from her hand.

     Enrique was raising his weapon to fire as Stacy snapped off a single shot that struck Enrique in the mouth.  Stacy’s second shot landed in the center of his chest.  Stacy’s second bullet struck the cameraman in the thigh as she took cover behind one of the turned over couches.

    The cameraman trashed around on the deck screaming and holding his shattered leg.  The other two guards had recovered enough to fire long bursts in Stacy’s direction.  Bits of leather and upholstery filled the air. When their magazines emptied, Stacy leaped from behind the couch taking both men out with a single shot to the chest.  Stacy stood up, took aim at the cameraman and fired a single shot to his chest.

    A blow to the back of her head stunned Stacy dropping her to the floor.  Her pistol hit the deck spinning out of reach.  She felt someone land on her back.

    “Fucking kill you bitch,” said Barbara planting her weight on Stacy.  Barbara’s arms wrapped around Stacy’s head twisting her neck to break it.  Just when Stacy felt like her neck was about to snap, Barbara slumped forward off her.  Stacy rolled over to find Portia holding the bloody ceramic knife she had just passed across Barbara’s throat.

   When Stacy got to her feet, she saw that both Katyln and Veronika were dead, killed by the panicked spray of the security guards’ bullets.

   “We got to go.  This baby is going down,” said Portia pulling Stacy’s arm.  “But first I need to get something.”

   “Me too, this,” said Stacy picking up one of the guard’s assault rifles and inserting a full magazine.  Stacy followed Portia to the salon where the art was located.  Portia began ripping paintings off the bulkhead.

    “We don’t have time for that,” said Stacy noting that the deck was slowly slanting to one side.

    “Just the great ones,” said Portia grabbing a small painting and tucking it under her arm.

    “Come on. Art is not worth dying for,” said Stacy.  The Inca Dream was listing strongly to port.

    “Just one more, it’s a Velasquez” said Portia pulling a large oil painting off the wall and handing it to Stacy.  “You’ll have to carry this one.”

     Stacy had expected to see more of the crew when they ran out on the deck where the life rafts were stored.  But it was empty.  Reynolds later theorized the force of the explosion had killed most of the crew who were in their quarters below deck hiding from the hurricane.

    Waves were breaking over the port side as Stacy released the raft and prepared to climb in.  Portia pulled the lanyard causing the raft to inflate.

    “Hold it a second,” said Stacy watching a hysterical Carina run toward them.  Stacy grabbed the former Miss Universe, clipped her in the jaw then dumped her into the raft. Waves were coming over the side as Portia and Stacy climbed in the raft.  Portia turned the release handle allowing the raft to slide into the sea.

   They watched as the Inca Dream turned upside down then slipped below the surface.  No other life rafts were launched.  Stacy and Portia carefully sealed the Winslow raft as Hurricane Danica arrived in full force.  For the next forty-eight hours the three women clung to one another as the raft bounced through mountainous waves.

Chapter 67 Penance

    “How was it out there today, Sam,” asked Stacy as she helped Sam out of his coveralls.

    “Frustrating, ran out of replacement parts, Danica must have took out every transformer in Dade County.  But we’ll get there,” replied Sam wearily.  He had just come off an exhausting twelve-hour shift repairing the local power grid.    

    “Let’s get in the shower.  I’ll wash your back,” said Stacy pulling his sweat-stained undershirt over his head.

    “We got hot water,” asked Sam?  The hotel showers had only produced cold water since he arrived from Virginia.  Sam and his partner Beryl worked for VEPCO, Virginia Electric Power Company.  They had volunteered to go to Miami and help restore power to the millions of home that had lost it due to Hurricane Danica.

    “Portia and I persuaded the FEMA director to devote one of those portable turbine generators to the hotel,” said Stacy bending down to unlace his boots.

    “Old Charlie’s a pisser.  He wouldn’t help his own mother unless he was authorized by Washington,” said Sam.

    “Stacy made Charlie an offer he couldn’t refuse,” said Portia from the adjoining room where she was helping Beryl undress.

    “It was no big deal, a simple half and half,” said Stacy laughing.  “Besides Charlie’s not so bad.  He just can’t get past the red tape without an incentive.”

    “The incentive was the two of us at the same time,” said Portia slipping Beryl’s shorts down his hairy legs.  His already hard cock sprung free when the elastic waistband freed it.  “Oh, is that for me,” asked Portia gently wrapping her hand around the swollen shaft and stroking it.

   “You bet it is, honey.  I been thinking about you all day,” said Beryl.

   “Lets shower then I’ll do that thing you like so much,” said Portia referring to his desire to receive oral sex while Portia inserted several fingers in his rectum.

   “You girls are awfully nice to take off from school and come here to help us out,” said Sam kissing Stacy as she stroked his hardon.

    “Portia and I feel like it’s the right thing to do,” said Stacy reaching into the shower to turn on the water.  “Don’t we, Portia?”

    “That and we love to fuck working stiffs,” said Portia lathering up Beryl’s penis.

    After a night of bobbing in the ocean, the girls woke up to a horizon view of Miami’s skyscrapers.  Some determined rowing aided by the prevailing winds and currents inched them closer until by twilight their high tech life raft touched ashore.  They managed to scramble up over the damaged sea wall carrying the rescued artworks.

    They found incredible destruction left by the hurricane.  The ocean front buildings were heavily damaged if not completely destroyed.  They wandered down dark and deserted Collins Avenue.  Finally in the distance they saw lights.  They hurried toward them arriving at the front of the Eden Roc hotel.  Temporary lighting powered by generators illuminated the front of the hotel.

    The venerable Eden Roc had survived the storm much better than newer buildings.  Only the upper floors were damaged.  FEMA had commandeered the hotel as their headquarters for the recovery efforts.  Hundreds of police and National Guard along with state and federal emergency workers were just arriving.

    After recounting to the police, their tale of being the only survivors of a yacht lost to Hurricane Danica, they volunteered to help the understaffed recovery effort.

    Stacy and Portia borrowed a satellite phone to inform Sir Charles they were very much alive.  He immediately offered to send a plane for them but both girls felt they should stay and help.

   “We feel awful about the loss of life when the Inca Dream went down,” said Portia.

    “So to make up for it in a small way, we’d like to help out the victims of Danica,” said Stacy.

    “How do you plan to help,” asked Sir Charles?

    “This place is full of hard working men who need occasional sex to help them relax,” said Portia.

    “And we’re going to man the Help Hotline when we’re not on our backs,” added Stacy.

    Sir Charles arranged for Carina to return to her native Brazil.  Reynolds arrived to take the nearly one billion dollars of art, the girls had saved, back to Boston where Sir Charles planned to anonymously donate it to museums.

    Portia and Stacy spent a busy month maintaining the morale of the volunteers at the Eden Roc.  While back in Massachusetts, media frenzy broke loose as Sir Charles fed selected dossiers from Mike’s files to the press.