The girl reached up with her tongue and started to lick hard over the open gash of Desira's cunt.
She could taste the juice flowing out of her cunt ... she could feel the stiff membranes ... she could feel the swollen bud of her clitoris.
Desira murmured softly, "Yes, yes, yes, my child. That's perfect. That's wonderful. Do not stop ... no matter what happens. Do not stop. Do you understand. No matter what happens, do not stop. I will not allow it."
She opened her legs wider and the girl, sitting on the floor beneath her, raised her head up even higher.
She licked with a determination that was stirring.
Roxanne watched, from the back of the room, watched in horror, and in fascination.
Slowly, Desira-picked up the whip, and she let the tips dangle on the girl's stomach.
And then, she began to swing.
And as the girl screamed, she continued to lick that gaping wet cunt, dripping a constant stream of ooze.
And Roxanne wanted to run and hide. Because she knew that she was next.
CHAPTER ONE
It was an hour or so after dawn. Some dumb son of a bitch had forgotten to pull down the shade which meant that it was about time for the sun to start pouring in through the window, flooding Spud's face with a whole bunch of unwanted light.
Yep ... there it was, right on schedule, shining right onto his pitted face like a police lamp in a third degree.
Remember now ... given the quantity of drugs still sludged up in between Spud's brain cells, not even the sun could be expected to have an effect right off, but pretty soon, there started up this tickling right beneath his cortex, and, predictably, he woke up in a foul mood, pissed enough to kill, still stoned enough that he'd never remember a thing about it.
Right off, what he did was roll over. This placed his considerable bulk directly over Fang's face, Fang having come to a dead halt right beside Spud the night before. Neither one of them could have told you how they spent their last half-hour of consciousness, such as it was, only that they now felt like dried up horse shit in a blender. Anyone trying to measure which one had the worst of it would have had to call it a photo finish, but that wouldn't be necessary because just as soon as they relocated their leg muscles, they were going to stand up and settle the issue themselves.
Spud, noticing that the floor over which he'd just rolled was no longer flat, cleverly deduced that something was wrong. Then he noticed that said floor was also moving, and that there were violent muffled protests coming from somewhere beneath him. Before too much more time had elapsed, he'd put things together enough to figure he was laying on someone.
Which in no way meant that he was sure what to do about it. And until the protests had turned much more physical in nature, he wasn't sure he was going to do anything at all about it. Then there was this painful shriek, "MOTHERFUCKING SONOFABITCH!!!" as Fang at last managed to squeeze his head out from beneath Spud's massive back, which, particularly when Spud was sprawled on in semi-comatose relaxation as he now was, spanned approximately the land mass of Montana.
Fang was getting real perturbed now, pounding onto Spud's face, and finally the big man rolled over the rest of the way, effectively finishing the job of crushing the poor bastard beneath him.
"YOU God Damned moron ... you stupid shit head!!! I'll kill you. I'll kill you! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU BIG LOUT!!!"
Spud listened to all this the way he'd listen to a mosquito buzzing at his ear.
Pretty soon it would stop, which meant he could squash the asshole.
He turned a bleary eye toward Fang, saw that the runt was really working himself up into a later, and decided that he'd best calm him down before he, Fang, said something that would push things too far and force Spud to cut off his bails or something. And Christ, it was too fucking early for work like that.
"Fang," Spud said, finding his voice.
Fang might have heard. Then again, maybe not. He didn't give any indication of it. Instead, he just kept on fuming and sputtering and calling Spud a 'Motherfucker' and an 'asshole' and nasty terms like that.
"Fang."
Spud said it a little more forcefully this time.
Fang stopped, glaring at him.
"Why the fuck can't you watch what you're doing, you shit head."
Spud yawned, scratched his back, then scratched his balls. That felt good so he did it again. Then he picked up a plank and broke it over Fang's head.
He watched the life drain out of Fang's eyes, felt for a pulse and then lumbered off into the next room.
Roxanne was still hanging from her feet.
Those big floppy tits of hers were dangling down into her face ... but her eyes were closed and so Spud figured she didn't know much about how she looked.
Actually, she looked pretty good.
She'd felt pretty good last night too, if Spud's memory served him right.
Which, where pussy matters were concerned, it usually did.
Shark, her man, had slammed the door of the apartment opened about nine o'clock, and dragged her in by the hair. She was already pretty bruised up, but there wasn't any real damage.
That was the good thing about Shark. He could be counted on to maintain a steady level of cool, even when he was beating up his woman.
"What's the problem, Shark?" Spud had asked. As leader, it was his place to ask. And if it should have turned out that Shark was making a fuss over nothing in particular, upsetting the balance of the place for something stupid, he'd have damn well had to kick his ass back to the previous Saturday. As it turned out, he was within his rights this to me.
"Fucking whore slut was with Denny Bean!"
Grumbles and muttered oaths followed this pronouncement. Denny rode with a different group. He wore the colors of the Iron Spikes, a thoroughly second-rate pile of piss-ante dunghead bikers who headquartered about five blocks over.
"Denny Bean," asked Spud, incredulous. "I don't believe it."
"Fuck you, you don't believe it. I just told Spud dropped the leg of fried chicken that he was eating, wiped his hands on his jeans (which, actually, most likely made them both dirtier and greasier) and walked over to Roxanne.
"She still conscious?" he asked Shark.
"Fuck, I don't know. Most likely not."
Spud glared down at her. Nothing worse than a traitor cunt. There were lots of injustices in life that you could tolerate, mostly because there wasn't nothing you could do about them. Luckily, one of your cunts fucking and Iron Spike wasn't among this group.
"Roxanne...." Spud said. There was no response. "You didn't kill her did you?" he asked Shark, whose hands were shaking now.
"No ... fuck no. I didn't kill her. I wanted her to face everyone and let them decide what to do with her," said Shark.
"Spoken like a 'Stray Satan' should."
Spud patted him on the back, nearly knocking the distraught Shark off his feet.
Then Spud turned his attention back to the girl on the floor.
"Roxanne, you fucking wake that sweet ass of yours up and talk to me girl. You hear? I got some questions for you."
Still no response.
Oh well, thought Spud, there were any number of ways to deal with this.
He lumbered across the room to the ice box and brought out a couple of beers. Popping the top off of one, he drained it in a single gulp.
He popped the top off the other and was about to pour it in Roxanne's face, when he thought, "Shit ... a waste of good beer," so he drank it too. Then he pulled out his cock and pissed on her.
That brought her around real fast.
She started to sputter and spit and cough.
Sitting up with yellow drops still running off her face and her hair all soaking wet, she stared hard at Spud. Then, slow realization crossed her face and she got real mellow, real fast.
"Look, Spud," she began, but Spud reaching down to yank her up onto her feet by her hair sort of shut her up for the moment.
"You been fucking Denny Bean?"
"Spud, you don't understand...." she said, looking pretty scared.
"Shark! Tell me what you seen."
"I seen her fucking Denny Bean."
"You said that. Tell me what you seen."
"She was sitting on his Chopper and she was fucking him. She had her legs spread wide open and he was standing right up to her and he had his cock in her. Now how much more explicit do I have to get?"
Spud looked back at Roxanne. "That right?"
She said nothing.
"It's right then," said Spud, spitting on the floor. Then he thought to himself, that was pretty sloppy, so he pointed to the blob of spit spread out on the grimy floor and said to Roxanne, "Lick that up."
She stared down at the floor and then at Spud.
"Fuck you. I'm getting out of here."
"Really?" asked Spud amused. "Really now, Roxanne, you shouldn't go giving out with all this negativity. Negativity ... that's the problem with the world today, you know?"
"Spud, just let me go, would you? I don't have to put up with this shit."
He slapped her across the face.
"You shut your fucking mouth, you worthless whore. You shut your fucking mouth!"
She held her hand up to her face, gasping in pain.
Shark and the others stood around staring. No one uttered a word of protest.
Why should tthey? she'd broken the rules ... she'd have to be punished. If she wanted to leave so bad, they'd damn sure see to it that she got a chance to leave in style.
She looked up at Spud again, blood trickling through her fingers. "You're a piece of shit, Spud. You know that?"
He laughed. "And you're dead meat. You know that?"
He reached out to the girl, scooped himself up a handful of her tits, and started to squeeze just as hard as he could.
She began to cry, writhing in pain.
He twisted, he pulled, he jerked, and all the while he kept tightening his grip.
Her face slowly contorted into a pained grimace ... she lowered gradually to her knees, moaning, groaning, gasping in pain.
Finally, Spud let go of her tits and slammed his fist into the left one.
The force of his blow sent her sprawling across the floor.
"Roxanne, I hereby find you guilty of fucking one of the lowest dogs in creation and command you to pull a train and any other fucking thing that any one of us decides you should do. What say you?"
She picked herself up from the floor and managed to focus on him again. "You're a shitass, Spud."
"No, honey, I'm a Stray Satan, and we do have our standards and values, all of which you have cast aside and broken asunder by spreading your legs for that dog. So you shall be punished, after which we'll turn that dog's face into a bloody mush with some chains ... but you won't be around for that. You're going to be learning how to walk straight again. Spark, Fletch, take her clothes off."
Spark and Retch quick jumped to the task, eager looks on their faces. Roxanne began to scream and protest, looking to the other girls present for aid. None, it goes without saying, was forthcoming. Their mommas didn't raise fools. They knew what happened when the woman of a Stray Satan went against her man. Something along the lines of what was happening to Roxanne about now.
"Stop this ... leave me alone ... God damn you, I hate you. I hate everyone of you. You have no right to do this to me ... let me go! Let me go! Let me go!"
"Somebody stick a cock in her mouth and shut her up," shouted Spud. "She's giving me a headache."
Fletch pounded her to her knees, and Spark forced her mouth open. Then Shark, who'd been standing off to the side watching stepped forward. "Allow me."
He already had his cock in hand, and no one was about to give him any grief about it. Besides. The directive that Spud handed down clearly stated a train. Everyone was going to get their turn, although the last ones in line might not get the liveliest of bodies to play with. No matter. It was the thought that counted.
Shark slammed his cock into the mouth of his woman and while he wouldn't admit it, he was badly hurt. She'd fucking stepped out on him ... and for Denny Bean, no less! It hurt. It was more than a man needed to have to deal with, what with all the other problems in the world today.
He buried his cock all the way to the back of her throat, reach down to her nose and pinched it shut, and then stuffed the head of his cock further down her throat.
She rapidly started to jerk spastically, trying to breathe. It wasn't easy, what with her nose and throat plugged up, but Roxanne was a resourceful girl. She bit him.
Damn near bit the thing off too.
"YEOOOWWW!!" screamed Sharp.
Spark and Fletch both jumped, what with their grips having already been loosened by Roxanne's jerking and jumping around, and now, as Shark pulled back and Fletch and Spark both jumped aside, Roxanne went berserk and lunged forward reaching for Shark's cock. And balls.
Needless to say, Shark went down fast, flopping around the floor in mortal agony like a fish thrown up on the dock.
Spud had had enough of this shit.
"All right, grab her. Grab her, damn it! And this time, don't let go of her!"
Spark and Fletch both reached back for the wild woman, and Spud snapped his fingers, signaling T-Bird and Doink to join the fray.
He hovered now, over the frightened but spirited girl.
Casting a glance to the writhing Shark on the floor, Spud said to Roxanne, "You're getting way the fuck out of hand, girl."
He started to play with her cunt, sticking the toe of his black leather boot right up to her split lips.
"You got a sweet cunt. It's gonna be a fucking shame to tear it to shreds ... but honey, that's just about what I'm getting ready to do. You want that? You want me to cut that cunt up so bad, it'll turn a cock soft the second you expose it?"
She said nothing, but Spud, to his satisfaction, could see that she was starting to tremble.
Her face drained of color.
Then, Fang stepped up.
He whispered something in Spud's ear. Spud frowned and turned to Fang. He whispered back, "You think so, huh?"
"Yeah," Fang whispered. "It'll do them all good ... you know, bring them into it ... teach them a lesson at the same time."
Spud contemplated ... and then he decided that for once the shit between Fang's ears had produced an intelligent idea.
"T-Bird," he said to the man holding Roxanne's left ankle, "go get the hose."
"Yeah?" he asked, sounding pretty excited already.
"Yeah! I said so, didn't I?" Spud shot back, angry that he was forced to deal with such low mental cases as these.
T-Bird dropped her foot and almost sprinted into the next room.
He quickly returned with a hose-like contraption, with added devices on each end.
The girls all seemed to shrink back from the sight of it, but Spud was quick to assume the master-of-ceremonies role.
"Ladies ... ladies ... don't be timid, step right up. step right up."
Roxanne was going crazy now, screaming, begging to be let up, but Spud ignored her. One by one, the women all cast dubious glances her way, but none of them dared to go to her aid.
Spud glanced from face to face, starting with his own woman, Angel. She was passive, noncommittal, as she usually was. She'd do whatever was asked of her. Rhonda, Barb, Sheila, Ruthy, Madge, Sue-lin the slopehead that Doink had taked a liking to ... they'd all fall in line. Something like this turned out to be good for morale, he decided.
"Dangle," he said. "Break out the beer. We're going to need a lot."
Then he looked at the girls. "You all better get ready to piss," he said. "And you'd better get ready to keep on pissing."
He started to laugh real hard.
The beer began to be produced, "Now, you understand," said Spud, belching, "this is just an inducement. Anything you already have that you can contribute, is much appreciated."
He was looking at Angel. "What do you say, darling. You want to kick things off?"
He asked it as if it was a question. It wasn't, and Angel knew it.
"Sure, Spud, honey. I'd love to."
She quickly slipped out of her clothes, which, after the snap of Spuds fingers, the rest of them did as well. Then T-Bird gave her the hose. It was a strange device.
When it had been positioned over Angel's cunt properly, T-Bird then fastened the other end to Roxanne's face. He pulled the leather mouthpiece tight, tighter and tighter, until there was no way that she could push the rubber mouthpiece that was inserted between her teeth out of her mouth.
Then, while he chained her arms to the bar that had been slipped behind her back, Spud walked up to face her.
"You've been a real slut and a whore, Roxanne, all of which we can forgive you for ... but it's your attitude that really pisses me off, you know what I'm saying, you want to play around, that's all right ... Shark would just beat you a little and then you'd be okay, you know? But you had to go fuck one of those turdballs, knowing full well they was our mortal enemies, causing Shark to risk life and limb just to retrieve your worthless ass. That, we can't forgive."
He reached down and stuck the needles into each of her tits.
She started to shudder, her entire body jerking wildly.
Spud looked up at Angel, giving her a big, healthy grin.
"How you doing, sugar?"
"I'm fine, Spud, said the big-titted girl (for all Stray Satan women were big fitted girls) said, her voice its usual monotone.
"Fine. Why don't you let loose."
She started to piss.
Spud watched the storage bag beginning to swell. It retained all the liquid until a certain pressure was reached, at which point it released the valve and shot the stuff full force into Roxanne's mouth.
In the meantime, the needles that had been inserted into her nipples were reacting to the hydraulic pressure of the piss that was filling the small hoses, and they were extending further and further into her breasts.
She was screaming now ... except that her mouth was filled with the rubber mouthpiece and all that came out was a lot of muffled noises.
The bag continued to swell.
"Christ," said Spud ... "you had a real load, didn't you?"
She chuckled. "Yeah ... I guess I did."
But it wasn't enough to trigger the valve, and so Spud signaled Rhonda, Fang's woman to strap the hose on next. Spud gave Angel a warm pat on the ass as she stepped back out of the way. Rhonda seemed a little more reluctant to take part, but she too knew the futility of resisting.
She began to piss, and Spud could see that she had a nice full load as well....
And then, the correct pressure was reached.
The bag suddenly contracted rapidly and the hose jerked.
Roxanne's face contorted in disgust, and her throat went into violent spasms as she was forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful after mouthful of the warm, yellow liquid.
Spud looked on with satisfaction as the load went down, the bag emptied, and Rhonda pulled the straps down her legs.
"Okay, who's next? You, Barb. Come on ... let's go."
"I can't," she said, shrinking back.
"What the fuck are you talking about," he asked. "What do you mean you can't?"
"I don't have any ... like ... I can't piss."
"Ha!! Is that all? Come on fellows, give the lady a beer ... two ... three ... give her as many as it takes. The rest of you. Is there anyone here who needs a little help. I want a full load from every damn one of you ... is that understood?"
Madge raised her hand as did Sue-Lin. Christ, thought Spud, watching the girl's tits. Amazing knockers for a slope. Really fine meat.
Barb, Madge and Sue-Lin began to guzzle beer, while Sheila picked up the strap with relish. She and Roxanne had never gotten along worth shit, and while Spud had always found it to be an amazing source of agitation in the past, he was glad today. It just made his job easier.
She slipped it on, placing the opening right ovei her cunt lips, and then, she closed her eyes.
"Mnmmmmmm...." she said, "here it come;; ... oh yeah ... I've got a lot ... let me tell you ... I've got a lot ... oy yes ... yes ... yes...."
The bag started to fill up.
She kept her eyes closed, and she continued to moan about how much she loved pissing.
She did too. And she liked it in both directions. She loved to have people piss on her as well. But her forte was pissing herself ... she could make streams of piss do amazing things, when she put her mind to it.
Right now, she was producing almost a full bag all on her own. Spud watched. Would she ... would she ... almost ... almost ... Yes! There she went. The bag jerked, and Roxanne was left with another blast of piss flooding her mouth. Gamely, she tried to get it all down, but this time some of the yellow liquid started to dribble down her chin.
If there was one thing that Spud couldn't stand, it was a messy pisser.
"Sheila," he said, slapping her hard on the ass, "lick that up. You're making a mess."
"The hell I am," she protested. "She's the one who let it out of her mouth."
"Don't fucking argue with me, would you? How the hell is she going to do it anyway? Huh? Now get down there."
Sheila didn't mind, and Spud knew it. And further more, she knew that he knew she didn't mind. Which pissed him off all the more, because it meant that she was just playing a game with him, and one thing he didn't have time for was games.
He slapped her on the ass again, this time much harder, and she quickly dropped to her knees, even while her bladder continued to exude a thin stream of piss into the pouch. But the valve had already closed back, and it wouldn't open again until the pressure returned to the maximum again.
Sheila's tongue began to slither over her chin, crossing the leather strap that held the mouthpiece in Roxanne's mouth.
She was clearly getting excited, just from licking up those few drops, and Spud thought that he was going to have to get around to fucking her again, and real soon. It had been a while.
By this time, Madge, Barb and Sue-Lin were finished guzzling beer, and were already showing signs of full bladders.
Spud was going to have a little fun with them ... after all, was it really fair to expect poor Roxanne to hold everyone's piss?
Fuck yes, he decided. Particularly in view of the fact that this was only the first half of her punishment. There was lets more to come.
He indicated that Sue-Lin was to go next.
"The rest of you, you'd better hold it in till it's your turn. I don't want any wasted piss on the floor. Do you hear? Otherwise you're going to sleep in it.
And then, in the dim recesses of his perverted mind, he realized that he'd hit on an entirely new sport.
He started to smile. It didn't matter what happened. This was going to be lively evening, any way you cut it.
CHAPTER TWO
Things moved pretty much according to plan from then on.
The other girls had their turns, and Roxanne wound up with a belly-full of piss.
Also a sickly look on her face ... but that was all right, as far as Spud was concerned, because as far as he was concerned, that just meant that he wasn't going to have to fight her too much for this next part.
Up till now, he and the boys had been observers. Now, he was going to participate, and by God, he was ready for it. He was damn sure ready for it.
That sausage between his legs was starting to drip a whole pile of grease, and he'd just as soon it dripped it right there in Roxanne's cunt.
"Okay, men, what say we move this into the next room? Shark, get the chains ready."
"Sure, boss," said Shark. Now, actually, Shark wasn't all that sure he was real happy about his turn of events. Not that he disagreed with the need to punish Roxanne. But truth was, he'd have been more than glad to administer said punishment himself....
Spud, however, had taken charge, and Shark was in no mood to argue with Spud. Spud had a way of putting his stamp, a stamp of finality, on whatever decision he managed to come up with, and that was a situation Shark was in no mood to attempt to alter right now.
No fucking way. So, like Spud had told him, he went into the next room, attached the chains to the pulleys and stood on the ladder to fasten them to the ceiling.
Then he turned to watch the rest of the ritual take place.
Unfortunately, the first thing that happened was that Roxanne, overcome either by fear or the load in her stomach or maybe both, promptly upchucked everything.
"Christ, get a mop," Spud complained, and that pretty much delayed matters a while, But now, they seemed finally to be getting their act together.
Roxanne's feet were attached to each chain, and then they began hoisting her up into the air.
The bar that they'd chained behind her back was still firmly in place, and she was, considering the venom that had been pouring off of her earlier, quite subdued.
As she rose into the air, her legs spread apart. The hooks in the ceiling had been measured so that maximum spread could be achieved at cock level ... in other words, Roxanne's gaping cunt lips were just now at standard cock-height, although since the chains were adjustable, short little fuckers like Fang could be accommodated as easily as small mountains like Spud.
She was touching the ground still, the upper part of her back against the floor.
Her face was glaring upward, her mouth still wet from piss ... her breasts were obviously just fresh from a savaging, small droplets of blood still trickling down from her nipples.
But it was her cunt that was now the focus of attention.
The other women drifted into the room to watch, knowing that whenever things got this crazy around the place, there would be a screaming need for more than one cunt.
Someone cranked the stereo up full-tilt boogie, with a scratchy old Stones record.
Gimmie Shelter, it sounded like, although if that was indeed what it had been, poor Merry Clayton's voice had contracted a bad case of laryngitis over the years.
But that didn't really matter. It was the beat, the pounding beat, that was all important here, and the Stones could always be counted on to provide it.
Everyone was drunk. Everyone was always drunk, but for special occasions, they got drunker.
Spud reached into his pocket to see what he'd find, and what do you know ... there were five or six different pills, all different colors, of course. He tried to remember what each one was, knowing in advance that it would be hopeless.
So, he ate them. Just popped them all down in a single massive gulp, following them up with a heavy load of beer.
He crushed the can as soon as it was empty and threw it out the window, and immediately popped the top off another one. He glumly noted that there were only four cases available.
Shit ... that meant that someone was going to have to go out for some more in about an hour. Well, since Shark, as the man originally wronged, had the right to go first, that meant that he'd be free to make the run when the time came. It was, therefore, with great pleasure that Spud said, "Shark, the slut lie before you, helpless and spread. You may now take your satisfaction from her."
He belched, drained the can and popped another, stepping back to watch Shark get down to cases.
He did it very quickly too. Out with the old cock, moving around to come at her from behind (although in this twisted postion, everything was upside-down and cock-eyed crazy ... so it didn't really matter, because no position was the one that nature had designed a cunt for, and all of them were going to 1. Feel good on your cock and 2. Make the bitch scream like a stuck pig. Which, particularly in this situation, they were."
He watched Shark step up to Roxanne's cunt and quickly bury his cock into her.
She started, just as Spud had predicted to himself, to scream. Just like a stuck pig.
"Oh ... God ... God ... God ... it hurts. God it hurts."
Spud closed his eyes, just in case that might somehow close out the sound. It didn't. He opened them again in time to see Shark's cock vanish all the way down into her cunt.
Her face was twisted in pain.
Her body was jerking wildly ... she was screaming.
Down, down, down, went Shark's cock, all the way till it vanished.
Her cunt was gaping now. He could see her lips stretching around the base of that thick root, trying to take it all in.
She was groaning madly ... her hips were jerking, spastically, in a way that started to make Spud just a little uncomfortable.
He wished that Shark would finish up, so he could have a crack at it.
He started to feel something ... sort of like there was a hand clutching his balls ... no ... it had his entire crotch ... hmmmmmm ... no, come to think of it, the damn thing had a tight grip on his entire abdomen.
And it wasn't about to let go, either.
He was feeling just a little dizzy ... feeling just a bit strange. The room was expanding now ... Chirst, that far wall looked like it was about two miles off.
Wait a minute ... what the hell was going on here?
Must have been some acid in that batch of pills, but what was the rest?
Oh yeah ... he remembered now ... there was some mescaline as well....
Heh heh ... he'd best strap himself into his seat and hold on for the next five hours ... because he was damn sure going to be out of his head. That was fucking for certain.
He watched Shark now, not able to decide if he was taking a particularly long time, or if he was taking a particularly short time.
All he knew was that the long he watched that cock moving up and down ... up and down....
Up and down....
Up and down....
U....
Up....
Further up ... Stopping ... Down ... Back down....
Down ... down ... down ... all the way down into that huge gaping cave of a cunt....
Christ, Shark was going to fall in....
"Watch out, Shark, she's going to eat you alive," Spud yelled.
At least he thought he did ... but no one seemed to hear him.
Could he have imagined it?
Christ. Was he losing his mind.
That was bad.
Nothing worse that losing the powers of control when you're in the middle of a pack of twisted, blood-hungry ... lizards?
No ... that couldn't be right. Lizards? He thought he was watching Shark, but here were all these scales breaking out over tight, leathery hide.
How bad could it get. Those tiny, reptillian brains wouldn't be the least bit trustworthy. He knew what they were waiting for.
The bastards were just waiting for him to make a mistake, then they were all going to jump his ass, suck his blood and leave him to suffer and die.
Well, he'd be one up on them, by God. He'd make sure they didn't get to him.
He cast a wary eye around the room. There were three lizards right next to him, all of them acting like they didn't notice that he was still a human.
He kept his head straight on, while making certain that nothing escaped out of the corner of his eye.
They were all talking, normally, from the sound of things. How absurd. What were rejects from the stone age doing speaking English? Something was very definitely wrong.
Suddenly, he heard one of them screaching....
It was the bitch in the center of the room. Wait a minute! Now she was Roxanne again.
But there was this massive Tyrannosaurous Rex fucking her ... No ... wrong again.
It was Shark. Pumping away for all he was worth. In and out with that old cock, back and forth, with poor old Roxanne just about out of her mind.
Okay Spud old boy, he told himself, you've gotten all the scales off of them, and you've gotten rid of all those blood-thirsty fangs ... let's see if we can keep things on a reality plane that goes down a little easier than that other one.
Christ! Lizards?!
Suddenly, Shark seemed to lose his mind. He shuddered as his cock kept plowing in and out.
Back and forth ... back and forth.
He screamed. Just once ... but it was obvious what had happened.
He pulled his cock out, and there was a long, sticky streamer of jism hanging off the tip.
Someone cracked, "No wonder she was fucking Denny Bean. Shark takes all of forty seconds."
Shark, of course, took to that like a Harlem pimp to the word Nigger, and was already looking for his knife when he realized that it was still in his pants, which were on the other side of the room, but that's not what had Spud concerned.
Forty seconds! It seemed like ten years had elapsed.
Whatever was in his brain was pretty fucking potent. And the shit had only been coming on for about a minute.
That was too fucking weird for words.
But he could tell that there wasn't much time left to prevent a fight. He hoped he could remember enough English. He had no idea who Shark was pissed at, so he wisely decided to neglect the mention of names.
"All right!!! That's enough! Take it easy!" he shouted, trying to sound boss-like.
He must have, because he didn't notice any blood or carnage suddenly appearing.
He couldn't have said much about what he did notice, because intermingled in with faces that he recognized, there seemed to be some Roman gladiators, a few outcasts from Disney cartoons, and mechanical humanoid or two, as well. No doubt about it. He was in for a rough ride.
"How about it, man," said a voice in his ear. He turned to look at the voice's face, not wanting to jerk to rapidly and thereby tip his hand that he was aware of the plot, (what plot? Fuck it ... there's always a plot) and found himself talking to another lizard. This is lunacy. They're supposed to be extinct, aren't they? And what about all these pools of blood? Obviously the remains from a recent kill. Was he to be next?
The lizard was talking to him again.
"What about it, man? You've got second crack at her, if you want it?"
He shook his head, the lizard turned into the scarred face of T-Bird, peering closely at him.
"You all right, man?" asked T-Bird. "Your eyes look like you picked them up in a thrift shop on Mars."
"I'm fine, he asserted. You just stand clear. I'll take care of this," he said, his voice booming loudly. It also echoed. He couldn't tell how much was real, how much was from the drugs, but there was one thing that was real, and that was the beer that was set out in the ice chest.
The stock was rapidly dwindling, but he was going to get his claim staked before it ran out completely.
He picked a cold can out of the ice, tipped it up and drained it.
Then, he reached into his crotch and whipped out his cock.
Yep, even with acid, there were some things you could always depend on.
That cock was one of them.
He pulled it out of his pants and started to cross the room to where Roxanne was suspended.
By the time he reached the bitch, his schlong was already hard as a nail and ready to spike that soft mushy cunt with a vengence she'd never known.
He didn't bother to aim. He figured that any cunt spread that wide would be a snap.
Ready ... aim ... launch missile.
He heard the voice in his head, as surely as if there was a control booth in his brain.
And damned if his body didn't respond too. Straight forward ... driving onward, glans touching cunt now ... moist wet flesh opening up ... christ, it was so pink and shining ... the surface was glistening like polished marble.
He drove his cock inward, downward ... some direction anyway ... he wasn't sure which one it was ... but he knew one thing ... that wherever his cock was going, it sure as hell felt good.
That cunt opened up with ease, yet continued to grip his cock with a subtle force that carressed and stroked him with every move.
He fell forward, burying his cock.
He felt the slit open, felt the bottom wall of her cunt start to stretch out from the pressure of his cock.
Deeper and deeper ... he pressed harder and harder ... and then ... oh my God ... could it be ... this is worse than the lizards.
Her cunt started to open wider and wider ... the damn thing just kept on opening ... he tried to shake his head, tell himself that it was only the drug ... it wasn't really happening ... but there wasn't anything he could do to stop it.
The fucking thing just kept on spreading wide and he fell right in. All those fleshy walls just started to close around him ... he felt juice flowing over him ... he could smell her scent ... it was dark ... he was floating ... there was no light anywhere....
Then he opened his eyes again.
Oh, he thought, feeling pretty stupid. That's what it was.
He just had his eyes closed and let events get the best of him.
He was still standing there, watching his cock move in and out of her cunt.
She was looking like she was completely out of it by now, not even aware of her body or her mind.
Her eyes were closed, and her body was just jerking wildly, randomly, not making much coherent movement ... not looking like she was in control of herself at all.
He just let his cock plow into her ... deeper and deeper ... deeper and deeper ... deeper ... deeper....
Yeah ... it had been one hell of a night. Tilings got a little fuzzy in his mind after that, as he tried to think about what all he'd done ... but there wasn't much there in his head except a bizarre jumble of images. He remembered fucking a lot of times ... there were cunts without number spread out on the table of his memory, and he thought he'd sampled most of them ... he thought he had ... because there wasn't any way of telling for sure. He was so fucking stoned and blitzed from all the fucking drugs. He didn't really remember much of anything else until he woke up and broke that board over Fang's head. He wondered briefly if Fang was awake yet. If so, it might be necessary to go back and put his lights out again ... just to make sure the little piece of shit got the message ... but he figured that he'd know it if Fang was awake. That little turd could make more noise that two men twice his size.
He was more interested in seeing how Roxanne was faring.
It seemed a shame that no one had let her down, but that was just as well. He doubted that she'd be so quick to go fucking someone from a rival gang next time. She'd damn sure better not ... if she knew what was good for her.
Spud released the catch on the chains and her body tumbled unceremoniously to the floor.
For a second there was no reaction, and he was afraid that she might be dead. That would be a drag. There wasn't anything that taxed the mind more than having a body to get rid of ... and besides, it usually put the rest of the girls in a bad mood.
But then he heard her moving, and that was good....
She let out a long, low moan ... and slowly raised her head.
"Howdy, Roxanne," Spud said.
She stared at him, uncomprehendingly. There was a look of intense hatred in her eyes however, a look that told Spud that it might very well turn out to be a long day.
Across the street, there was something going on that would very soon come to affect Spud and the rest of his gang, in a way that he couldn't possibly conceive.
There was another large house, similar to the one in which the Stray Satans had set-up camp.
It was a once fashionable dwelling, now gone totally to seed. Inside, on the first floor, there was one room, filled with Choppers. That wasn't so unusual. There was a similar room in the Stray Satan's house.
What was unusual was going on in the next room.
Two women, both naked, stand in the center of the room.
One of them places a hand wearing a black leather glove behind the head of the other.
She draws the girl, who has a frightened expression on her face, nearer and nearer to her breasts.
"Suck me," she says. "Suck my breasts. Drink deeply of my milk. I am your mother. I am the Earth Goddess, she who bears all life. I am the bearer of your life ... your strength ... your pleasure."
The girl's mouth opens. She takes in the woman's large, erect nipple, and she begins to suck, hard. The girl's name is Juliana. She sucks as hard as she can.
She begins to taste ... milk. The woman it producing milk from her ample breasts. Juliana sucks, filling her mouth with the thick substance. It is delicious. It is life itself.
'Yes ... yes ... I feel you ... drink of my body ... drink of my breasts ... suck ... suck ... suck ... deeply ... suck deeply...."
Her milk is flowing freely now, filling Juliana's mouth. Droplets fall from her lips.
CHAPTER THREE
"You aren't serious!" said Spud, incredulously.
"Sure am," said Fang, earnestly. The altercation of a couple days before was forgotten, except for the heavy bruise that stretched across the man's forehead.
"Look," said Spud, disbelieving. "Run that past me again ... nice and slow."
"Well, there seems to be about fifteen of them altogether, though I'll tell you, I wouldn't want to be quoted on that. I don't know for sure. I seen 'em coming, and I seen 'em going, and about the only thing I can say for sure is that they're all women, and they got bikes as nice as we got. No shit, Spud, I think it's them."
Spud frowned, scratched his chin, his hair, under his arms, scratched his balls, and then he scratched his chin again.
This called for a lot more thought than he was used to coming up with.
"I don't know, Fang ... I ain't heard anything about plans for them to relocate. They seemed to be happy down there at the other end of the state."
"Yeah ... well, now they're going to be happy here at this end. I guess they wanted to move into the big-time."
Spud frowned deeper.
"It can't be. No ... I won't believe it. I won't. It can't be."
"Yeah, man. I think it is. I think it's the Mothers. I think they're staking out a claim to our turf. I can't think of a single reason why they'd be setting up shop right here in out block, otherwise."
"Hmmmm...." muttered Spud. "Look, leave me alone, will you. I gotta think this one out."
"Sure, Spud. Whatever you say."
He waited for Fang to close the door, and then he slammed his fist down onto the table.
This was a crock of shit!
The Mothers! The Stone Mothers! Only the nastiest gang of women ever assembled since the Amazons.
The Stone Mothers. Lord, he'd heard tales....
Bikers castrated ... killed....
They hated men, and they were unrelenting about it. Which meant that he was faced with three choices, one of the horrifying, the other two just completely unacceptable.
He could either let them stay there, trying to work out some kind of co-existence deal ... or they could fight....
Which was a no win situation in itself. If they won, they'd have the unenviable reputation as woman fighters, which was the same as saying no status at all, man. Like none whatsoever. And there was always the bone-chilling possibility that they'd fight and lose....
He slammed his fist onto the table again. Fuck!
God fucking damn it!!!
Why now? Just when the pacification program was starting to work. The Iron Spikes had their territory staked out over on the other side of Carnegie Boulevard. The Stray Satans were content here in the lower South Side ... an area that resembled roughly, Dreseen, but no matter. It was turf. It was a place to breathe. It was freedom from assholes like the law.
And now ... the Stone Mothers ... the Stone Fucking Mothers!!!
Again he slammed his fist onto the table top and immediately cried out in pain.
He scowled, and felt the first stirrings of a grim sense of foreboding.
Upstairs in the house, Roxanne lay on the bed. She was silent, as she'd been for the past few days.
She felt angry, and she felt afraid. She felt, in fact, like something had turned upside-down in the universe.
She no longer enjoyed it here ... and she couldn't shake the feeling. It was all from that scene a few nights earlier ... nothing would ever be the same again, and she knew it.
She'd always been accustomed to the fact that the woman of a Stray Satan was to be ready and available for any other Satan, whenever. No questions asked. She'd never had any trouble with that. In fact, there were other guys in the gang that were a lot better lay than Fang. She never minded any of them fucking her.
But the other night had been something different. Something she couldn't just forget as easily. She felt totally violated, in a way that she just didn't like ... in a way that she couldn't forget.
It was too horrible to think about ... that hose ... load after load of piss rushing into her mouth ... the other girls all having to take part.
She kept feeling those iron bracelets around her ankles ... the blood rushing to her head ... she kept feeling the force of those cocks slamming into her cunt from such twisted, bizarre angles....
It was awful.
It was a nightmare that she'd never live down.
She shuddered ... and in her mind, another large cock began to appear ... it was the most disgusting sight that she could imagine.
Nothing could possibly make up for it ... nothing could possibly make her feel good about it....
She never wanted to feel a cock again as long as she lived ... she never wanted to hear the words "Spread 'em, darling. Spread 'em wide." She just wanted to leave.
But she had no doubts that if she was to try, they'd find her. Fang would hunt her, run her to the ground and drag her back, and God knows what those animals would do to her the next time.
She shuddered again and then, the door opened.
She jerked upright with a start.
"Who's there...." she asked. But it wasn't Fang ... or Spud ... or any of the others.
It was Sue-Lin, the girl that Doink had brought in. She was so soft and petite ... Roxanne had often wondered how she could possibly enjoy this kind of life.
"Hello," she said, smiling self-consciously. "You don't mind if I come in, do you?"
"No," said Roxanne, sitting up on the bed. "I think I could use the company. It's starting to feel a little lonely in here."
"I wanted to tell you ... I feel terrible about having to take part in that terrible thing that they did to you the other night. I didn't want to do it, but I didn't know how to say no to them. You know what I mean?"
Roxanne nodded ... don't worry, about it. I don't want you to lose any sleep over it or anything."
"You're very understanding."
"Look, I know the system here. I chose to come here ... I've been here for over a year ... I'll get over it."
"But it seems so terrible to have to put up with that kind of treatment."
"You've only been here a few months, Sue-Lin. Wait ... just wait till you have to face it. You'll see ... I promise you ... you'll see.
"I don't doubt it. That's what I realized the other night. I'm as vulnerable as you are. I mean ... I know ... I mean ... don't get upset with me ... but I know that you were off with someone else ... but that doesn't seem to me to be so bad that they had to do that to you."
Roxanne shrugged.
"So who can figure out them. They're men, right?"
"Yeah ... I know. That's my point."
Roxanne said noting for a moment. "I don't follow you," she said finally.
"I don't think that they had any problems doing that to you. I think it struck them as totally normal."
"Well, of course it did," said Roxanne, incredulously. "That's just the way they are."
"I know. But doesn't that seem wrong to you?"
"Well, I don't know ... I mean ... well ... I just don't know."
It was one thing to feel lonely, isolated, and abused. That was normal. It was quite another to be talking open sedition like this. It was not the healthiest thing in the world to be doing.
"Sue-Lin," she said. "I don't know if we should be talking like this."
Sue-Lin said nothing.
"I wouldn't worry about it. I think you know deep down that what we're saying is right."
There was something strange in the way the girl was looking at her. An intensity of emotion that Roxanne wasn't quite used to around here. Everyone was stoned out of their heads so often that they all seemed to have a glazed look about them.
"Roxanne," said Sue-Lin, softly, "have you ever thought that maybe you weren't meant for men."
"What do you mean?" asked Roxanne, feeling herself squirm. Suddenly she was feeling very uncomfortable.
"I think you might already know what I mean. Men ... have their place ... but they're not for everyone. You know what I mean?" She smiled, knowingly.
"No...." said Roxanne. She felt more and more uncomfortable.
"I think you do."
Suddenly Roxanne was annoyed.
"No I don't!"
Her voice was much louder than she thought it would be.
"Leave me alone! You shouldn't be talking like this. It's not right."
"Says who? And for that matter, what am I talking about anyway?"
Roxanne turned away, still feeling out of sorts ... feeling uncomfortable. "You know."
"Do I? If so, you do to. And I've mentioned nothing specific. That means that we're thinking the same thoughts."
"And it's something that Spud would have us beaten for."
"You worry too much about Spud. I don't think you should think about Spud ... if you want to know the truth."
"Spud ... you're going to get in trouble, and you're going to get me into trouble too."
"No I'm not. I'm just saying things that you already believe, don't you think?"
"Stay away from me," said Roxanne, as Sue-Lin placed her hand around Roxanne's shoulder.
"Shhhh ... you should relax, Roxanne. I'm not going to hurt you. How can I? I'm a woman too. We can't hurt each other."
She left her hand there.
Roxanne didn't try to remove it. There was a strange electricity racing through her. She couldn't explain it, and it made her very uncomfortable, but it was there all the same.
For the past two days, her cunt and clit had been numb. Getting raped like that had proven to be too much for her sensitive organ, and there simply wasn't any response left.
But now ... she became suddenly aware of herself again ... she became more and more aware of the fact that she was a woman, that she had a cunt, that she had a clit....
Her cunt was oozing juice, and her clit was beginning to throb.
She could feel it growing stiff inside her pussy lips ... she could suddenly feel an aching desire to touch it ... or ... God help her ... to have Sue-Lin touch it.
She felt out of her environment here ... she was frightened ... this couldn't be normal ... could it? Still, looking into the oriental girl's eyes, she couldn't help thinking that they were beautiful ... the way that they were slanted ... the soft brown color ... her long eyelashes....
Sue-Lin's face was coming closer and closer to her now.
She could feel her lips almost touching her own.
She could feel the girl's breath on her cheek.
"You needn't be afraid of me," said Sue-Lin. "I have no intentions of hurting you. I'm here to help you ... I can save you."
"I don't understand...." said Roxanne, .but then Sue-Lin kissed her on the cheek, and the ripples of sensation that tore through her body were so intense that she decided to postpone any reaction at all.
She was ready ... but for what? She couldn't tell exactly, because she'd never been in a situation like this.
But something was taking place ... there was no doubt about that. Something was taking place.
Her clit was starting to grow stiff inside her soaking wet cunt.
She could feel her juices ... she could feel them filling her crotch ... oozing out into her panties ... she could feel all this ... and she could feel more ... much more....
She felt Sue-Lin's fingers, almost as if they were reaching right beneath the surface of her skin ... almost as if they were touching her at the center of her soul....
When Sue-Lin finally began to remove Roxanne's clothing, the girl was powerless to stop her.
As if in a trance ... as if frozen to her spot ... she watched her pants slide down her legs ... she watched each button come undone on her shirt....
She felt those slender fingers of Sue-Lin moving up between her naked thighs, touching her on the outside of her panties, stroking her lips through the moist material....
"Oh...." Roxanne moaned, moving her hips to give the girl better access.
"You like that?"
"Oh ... God, yes. Yes ... of course I do."
"Do you like this as well?" asked Sue-Lin, pressing directly against Roxanne's clit. "Yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... "
"You do? Do you want me to continue?"
"Yes...."
Roxanne's voice was a meek whisper now.
She could hardly believe that this was happening ... and in a way it wasn't.
She didn't really feel that she was taking part ... more like she was just an observer....
It was herself that she was observing ... true ... but not quite.
This was more like being at a weird, real life movie, and finding that you are both in the audience, and that you're up there on the screen as well.
"Shhhhh...." cautioned Sue-Lin. "We don't want to bring the others, do we?"
She stood up then, quickly removing her clothes, and as she did so, Roxanne was struck by the girl's exotic beauty.
She was truly a phenomenal person, with a body to match. Her breasts were firm, her hips gently sloping, her pussy soft and delicate with thick lips, sensuously parted to reveal an expawse of pink flesh and a large, throbbing clit.
She reached her hand down for Roxanne, pulled her to her feet and there in the room, the two naked women embraced, kissed, and pressed their breasts against each other.
Roxanne couldn't supress a moan, no matter how she tried. "Oh ... yes...." she gasped.
Sue-Lin chukled.
"I'm glad you are happy."
"I don't know if that's the word ... I'm a little too freaked out to know what I think. I just want you to touch me."
"All right ... I wUl ... I will."
Sue-Lin gently pushed Roxanne down onto the floor ... down onto her knees.
"I want to feel your tongue first ... can I do that?"
Roxanne felt her eyes drifting down to the girl's spread thighs ... gazing upon that wet slit.
"Yes ... yes...." she said, suddenly shocked to find out how hungry she really was.
Sue-Lin sat back on the bed.
Roxanne slowly lowered her mouth to the girl's cunt.
She let her tongue extend, slowly, carefully ... and she then touched it to the woman's clit.
Sue-Lin began to roll her hips against Roxanne's face at the first contact.
"I like that," she gasped. "Oh that's so wonderful."
Roxanne began to let her tongue move up and down over Sue-Lin's clit....
She was feeling more and more aroused ... she couldn't control herself ... there was nothing for her to do, but to continue, and at the same time, let her own fingers drift down to her cunt.
She was shocked to find how wet it was, and also to see how completely sensitive it was.
She had only to touch it and there were electric shock waves shooting all through her body, charging her nipples, making them stiff, making them ache for a mouth to lock around them, a mouth to gently carress them, a mouth to suck on them....
She started to move her tongue from side to side, pressing onto Sue-Lin's clit again and again, making it move gently in the sea of pink cunt flesh, bobbing like a chip of drift wood in a stormy sea.
She could tell that the girl was getting aroused.
For one thing, the muscle reactions that were shooting out from inside her pussy, were rapidly engulfing her entire body.
For another, there was virtually no way that she was going to be able to resist at all ... for Roxanne had already discovered the technique that seemed to produce the most intense reaction.
She moved her tongue slowly and lightly across her still clit.
Very slow ... very slow ... very slow ... scarcely touching the surface.
And then she slammed her tongue hard against the end of the girl's clit.
Sue-Lin screamed, her hips jerked upward, pressing against Roxanne's face.
"Oh ... yes...." Sue-Lin gasped. "Yes ... yes ... yes...." she said, over and over.
She lay back on the bed, and Roxanne moved in closer and closer ... pressing her tongue harder and harder against her clit. It was something that she'd never done before in her life ... and she was shocked to find out how much she liked it.
"Harder," said Sue-Lin.
Roxanne began to press harder with her tongue.
"No...." said Sue-Lin ... "harder."
Roxanne didn't know at first what the girl was talking about ... but she decided to see how far she could press her.
She placed the edge of her teeth against the girl's clit ... by now so stiff and throbbing that it felt like a tiny chip of hard rubber....
She moved her mouth so that the edge of her teeth was pressing right against the girl's hardened clit.
And then she started to press.
Hard.
She heard Sue-Lin gasp, but the girl didn't pull back.
Roxanne was shocked ... but strangely excited at the same time She pressed the sharp edge of her teeth deeper and deeper into that sensitive bud of nerves between Sue-Lin's pussy lips.
The girl's cunt was oozing so much juice that she could feel it spreading all over her mouth ... her cheeks ... her chin....
She pressed harder, and began to scrape her teeth over the hardened piece of flesh.
Sue-Lin began to moan even more loudly.
Roxanne pressed harder, and then took Sue-Lin's clit in between both edges of her teeth and began to bite. Hard.
But although she increased the pressure to fantastic levels, she did so slowly, gradually, keeping the rate of increase carefully constant.
Sue-Lin never once offered a single word of protest, nor did she ever try to pull away.
Roxanne was stunned.
She'd never done anything like this to anyone, and the fact that it was stimulating and arousing seemed a little strange to her.
She didn't want to think of herself as a pervert or anything. But there was no doubt that this was exciting.
She knew that she was hurting Sue-Lin. The gasps that were coming out of the girl's mouth were proof of this.
But she continued.
She started to really sink her teeth into Sue-Lin now ... pressing harder and harder, harder and harder.
Sue-Lin was going out of her mind....
She was rolling around on the bed, gasping, moaning, groaning, but all the while pressing her hips more and more tightly against Roxanne's mouth.
Roxanne kept a tight grip on Sue-Lin's clit with her teeth.
That sensitive bud of nerves wasn't going anywhere, she thought to herself.
Finally, she opened her jaws and released the thing, but before Sue-Lin was even able to get out her moan of disappointment, Roxanne had her fingers around it.
She began to scrape her long, sharp fingernail over the surface of Sue-Lin's clit.
She then increased the scope of her movement to include the rest of her cunt as well.
"Oh ... oh ... God ... yes ... it's wonderful ... I love it ... it's so intense ... so real ... God ... yes ... make me feel it ... make me feel it ... make me feel it...."
She was going out of her mind.
Roxanne started to press her fingernail harder and harder against the stiff clit.
She was pinching the girl's clit now, harder and harder against the tender flesh, squeezing it more aand more tightly against the membranes.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh...." she gasped, moaning loudly. She rolled her hips wildly and all her muscles went into spasms. Her face became more and more transported.
"Oh God," she said finally, "hurt me. God ... yes ... please hurt me. Make me scream. I love it ... I need it ... hurt me ... hurt me ... hurt me."
And Roxanne gave her what she wanted.
She started to press harder and harder against the girl's clit, pulling with the edge of her fingernails, not really sure how it was that the girl was tolerating it.
She began to writhe madly on the bed, screaming, gasping in pain ... and, inexplicably, in pleasure.
Roxanne had never encountered anything like this before ... but there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to learn more ... she wanted to find out what strange sensations drove this exotic woman ... what it was that mady her tick.
CHAPTER FOUR
In the house of the Stone Mothers, there was a scene taking place, or rather, getting ready to take place that was in a way similar to what was happening in the den of the Stray Satans.
The woman's name was Desira. She was staring coldly at the girl in front of her.
"Renee ... you are showing, weakness, perhaps?"
"No, mother. I am not. I love my life here ... and my only desire is to serve you ... I know that discipline is the only true path ... the ability to administer pain, and the ability to endure pain ... I know all these things ... therefore, my weakness is all the more inexcusable."
"Indeed," said Desira.Her eyes were like stone.
Renee was trembling. "I didn't mean to waver like that ... I swear ... I didn't mean it."
"You will be taken care of, my dear."
Desira stepped up in front of the girl. "Julianna," she called, snapping her fingers. Julianna was prompt.
"I want Renee to go through initiation again ... I feel that it is imperative ... I feel that she needs to be reprogrammed into the way of life that we have chosen for ourselves here."
"Indeed, mother. As you wish."
Renee began to tremble. "Oh ... is that really necessary? Is it really?"
"Yes. I'm afraid it is. Now, leave us. We shall prepare the rites later this afternoon. I wish to speak with Julianna."
Renee moved swiftly from the room.
When she had gone, the demeanor of the two women changed. They grew more relaxed with each other.
"I think we have to be firm," Desira said, as if feeling a need to explain.
"I understand ... I'm in full agreement."
"Are you?" she asked.
"Indeed, Desira. You know I am."
"I know nothing about anyone, my dear. I'm afraid that's one of the curses of my role here ... I know nothing about anyone."
"You are mistaken, Desira. You know everything about all of us. How can you say such a thing?"
"Because I know only what I am told. And it is the curse of my role that I must believe ... that I must have faith ... that I must depend on my people to be honest with me ... otherwise ... there is no point. We have no organization ... no structure, no set of values."
"I understand ... but why would you not believe us?"
"Because I don't believe anyone, Julianna. No one, in the final analysis, is capable of truth. All are liars."
"That's cold and hard, Desira."
"Rather ... I would say that it is realistic. You must understand, we are in a grave situation here."
"You refer to that mob nearby ... the Stray Satans."
"Yes ... of course I do. They will not tolerate us here."
"They wouldn't dare to fight us. There is no way that they could win."
"You know that ... I know that ... but I wonder ... do they know that? Face it, Julianna, they are not the most intelligent creatures on the planet. I'd say they fit somewhere in between simple sponges and snails."
"That gives them more credit than they may be entitled to, Desira." Desira smiled.
She knew that Julianna was right.
But she was, nonetheless, concerned. "I worry about Sue-Lin."
"But Sue-Lin knew what she was doing. It took her a year to accomplish it, but she managed to infiltrate their organization, and there is nothing that they would be able to do to us that would catch us by surprise.. You know that. I know that. There is nothing more to worry about."
"We can hope," said Desira. Now.. Let's tend to Renee. I will not tolerate such weakness. She must be totally reinitiated, and this time, make certain that she knows what is required of her."
"Yes, Mistress," said Juliana, lapsing back into a more formal stance. "It will be as you wish."
And she left the room.
"Turn around," Juliana said, speaking to Renee.
Renee did as she was told. Juliana reached up to the girl's shoulders and ran her fingers down over the naked surface.
She was perfect, and Juliana always loved touching her body.
Renee was frightened. Mostly that she would be judged unworthy of remaining in the group.
Nothing could have been worse, in her estimation. To be banned from the group would be to have the previous two years of her life declared invalid. It would mean readjusting to the real world, something that none of them were capable of doing ... so much so, that the mere threat of banishment was usually enough to keep things on an even keel.
But in this case, Renee had broken the rules ... she'd shown weakness when strength was called for.
She'd angered Desira in the process, and now, she was going to be subjected to a much more severe test of her willingness, of her endurance.
She was going to be initiated all over again, Desira's way of showing her that she was on probation, and that if she wanted to become a full member in good standing ... she would have to show her worthiness.
Juliana pulled her wrists together and tied them tightly.
Stand straight," she informed her. "Yes."
Renee spoke the word simply, directly. There was no need to elaborate : nor was there any need for discussion.
She simply obeyed and hoped that they wouldn't be too harsh.
Juliana pulled the rope between Renee's legs, pulling it tighter and tighter.
The rope slid in between Renee's lips ... spreading them, rubbing over her clit.
Renee felt her legs grow weaker ... and she wondered if she'd be able to survive this ... if she'd managed to survive whatever they had in store for her.
"Oh ... ', she moaned, feeling more and more frightened The girls were gathered around ... they watched silently.
Renee was trembling ... but she made every effort to conceal her fear. There was nothing worse than showing weakness, and if this was her punishment for weakness, to show more weakness would be the ultimate crime. She didn't think that she would be able to recover from that.
Juliana slowly tightened the rope.
She could feel it sliding up between the girl's lips ... she pulled harder....
Renee began to drop down to her knees.
She pulled harder and harder ... and then she pressed her naked buttocks into the girl's face.
She knew what was about to take place ... there was nothing that would prevent it.
She wasn't sure if Renee knew, however....
She pressed her buttocks harder against the girl's lips.
"Lick it," she said. Lick my asshole."
She felt Renee's tongue moving up into her asshole ... pressing harder and harder....
She felt it moving around the tight rim ... licking all along the edge, and then moving down in between her legs, licking over her cunt as well.
"Mmmmmm...." she said, "that's fine ... that's really fine."
"Renee kept it up, carefully licking all the way through the crack between Juliana's buttocks ... moving her tongue all around the entire area, but always coming back to rest on her asshole.
"Oh yes...." said Juliana."That's wonderful ... you do a fine job."
Renee kept licking ... harder and harder....
Juliana felt that the time was now.
"Keep your mouth at my asshole," she instructed. "Don't move it away."
Renee tensed up, perhaps sensing what was about to happen.
Juliana felt her muscles starting to relax, felt the rim of her asshole in particular start to go soft, easing off from its tightly constricted state ... and then a large turd began to slide between the edges of her asshole, slipping easily into Renee's mouth.
The girl kept her mouth tightly plastered to Juliana's asshole, as she'd been instructed ... Juliana felt a feeling of power ... a joy that was almost overwhelming....
It was the message that Desira sought to instill in all of her women....
The power over another person's body is the most exquisite pleasure that a person can experience ... and that life is meant for pleasure ... ergo ... there is only one true pasttime ... and that is the enjoyment of pleasure, and the exercise of power.
Power over another human ... power to control another person's body ... power to feel a person kneeling to your commands ... doing as you instruct them ... eating your shit even, when it is called for.
Power.
It was the fundamental drive of the human mind, and Desira, genius that she was and would always be, had managed to fuse that drive to the pleasure center of the mind.
She was the ultimate in a long line of sexual evolution, one that managed, finally, to produce pleasure and satisfaction from the most bizarre of conditions.
Juliana relaxed her sphincter muscle again and once more, she felt a turd slipping into Renee's mouth.
The girl froze, but she didn't resist.
And again, it happened.
Now, satisfied that the girl had demonstrated a sufficient level of obedience, Juliana leaned forward a little bit and said "Lick my cunt, woman. Lick it and make me come."
Renee attacked Juliana's slit with relish.
She let her tongue slip all the way up inside her slit, pressing it against the inner walls of her cunt.
Juliana bent forward even farther.
"Mmmmmmm...." moaned, indicating her genuine approval of Renee's treatment of her cunt.
"You are doing well, my dear."
Renee, saying nothing, continued to lick over her cunt....
She pressed harder and harder against it ... Juliana could feel it stretching the rim of her cunt ... she could feel it opening her wider and wider ... she could feel it moving in and out ... in and out ... in and out....
She was finding it quite enjoyable.
She knew that Renee was becoming more and more excited herself, for she believed that the girl truly wanted to do right, to make amends with Desira ... to become a member in good standing once more.
She knew that what was about to happen then, while perhaps not as extreme as the thing that had just taken place, would also severely test the girl's determination.
She felt within her body, and knew that she was prepared.
Once again, she began to relax her muscles ... this time, the result being that her bladder, filled to the brim, began to slowly empty itself.
The hot yellow stream of liquid shot between her two parted lips.
Small yellow droplets formed at the ends of her kinky pubic hair that surrounded her cunt lips.
She let the stream flow fully ... freely ... she allowed the muscles to shut off the stream momentarily, and then she opened them up again.
Renee's face, of course, was directly in the path.
"Open your mouth," Juliana instructed.
She paused, only a moment, but it was enough hesitation to show Juliana that the girl wasn't yet as programmed as she might think, or as Desira might demand.
Juliana felt the movement of liquid easing through her body, splashing out in a hot, comforting stream between her cunt lips, and then she could hear it as it struck Renee full in the face, trickling into her mouth.
She glanced down at one point between her legs, noting that the girl was indeed catching as much of it as she could be expected to catch. It was a lot of piss, thought Juliana ... she was, in fact, a little surprised to see that she had that much in her.
But now, there was no more.
And Renee was still there, still with her head between Juliana's legs, still with her mouth opened, still with her willing tongue ... still waiting to be instructed.
"Lick me clean."
Juliana spoke the words in a calm voice.
Renee immediately jumped to obey, letting her tongue slide up through the girl's spread lips, licking off all the excess droplets of yellow piss, and then moving back between her buttocks, making sure that Juliana's asshole was equally clean. It had been coated with a fine layer of shit, and now Renee cleaned every bit of it off the surface of Juliana's skin.
She was pushing her tongue back up into Juliana's asshole, pushing it further and further up inside her ... and then she moved it back down to Juliana's cunt....
Juliana lowered her body just a little, spreading her legs apart ... opening her pussy further, and increasing the pressure against Renee's face.
She felt Renee's tongue licking up over her clit ... felt it moving carefully through the mushy grotto of soft pink flesh ... so coated with juice ... coated with the saliva from Renee's mouth as well as with the juices that were flowing from her own cunt.
It felt wonderful ... and Juliana would have been the first to express in the fullest possible sense the extent of her pleasure.
But it was not permitted. Service was expected, not because it was fueled by reactions and positive feedback, but simply because it was something that was to be done correctly.
Deeper and deeper went her tongue, licking up and down and all around her clit....
Juliana could feel the heavy pressure from the girl's tongue as it pressed further and further up into her slit.
"Oh yes ... yes ... yes ... you are doing fine," she said ... "I approve. That is wonderful."
Further and further up into her cunt now ... Juliana thought about letting more piss out her cunt, but she decided that the girl had had enough for now. There would be more later ... much more.
Roxanna was lying on the bed now, her legs spread so wide she couldn't possibly have opened them any further.
It was dark now ... the men had all taken off on a dope run, but Sue-Lin had begged off, complaining of a headache ... and Roxanne was still left to herself ... no one wante to make things any harder on her than they already had been, so when she showed no interest in coming down, no one went after her.
"There are so many different levels of sensation," Sue-Lin was saying. "It's such a waste to confine yourself to one or two, don't you thing?"
"I don't know., really...." said Roxanne, "I mean ... I really don't know what I think."
"That's all right," smiled Sue-Lin, "I'll do your thinking for you. That's what you need right now ... someone who can show you the difference between the true way and the way that you have chosen."
"I've chosen the wrong way?" she said, dully, not really understanding what the girl was talking about. "What do you mean?"
There was a wispy grace to Sue-Lin, almost as if she was composed of nothing more substantial than smoke. She seemed to float through a room, and now, she seemed to hover over Roxanne on the bed, gazing down with soft eyes, that were nonetheless firm and intense.
She said, "You see, these animals, they know nothing of delicacy, of grace ... they know nothing of the velvet touch, the gentle kiss of leather ... they think that pain is merely to hurt someone with ... they have no conception of its true uses."
"How do you mean ... its true uses?"
"My dear," smiled Sue-Lin ... "the other night, they wanted only to hurt you, indeed, to damage you. That is so barbaric ... so uncouth. This is the twentieth century, after all ... we are not primitives ... we don't torture. We know now that there is a fine line between the experience of pleasure and the experience of pain ... and that if carefully attended to, it is often possible to cross over the line ... for the distinctions to blur."
"I don't think I understand," Roxanne said, feeling more and more drowsy. Was she on something? She hadn't taken anything, but she was starting to feel like ... not like she was on a downer or anything, but that her muscles were must becoming quite heavily relaxed. She was drifting off into a dream world, and her eyes were still open.
Sue-Lin's voice was soft as the silk blouses that she often wore.
Her eyes were piercing now, like long slender needles ... in fact, a long needle seemed to be the very image of the girl. Long ... slender ... her entire body, mind, her entire purposed focused to one fine point....
"You see," she was saying, "there are so many different things that can be done with pain ... with the body ... the nerves are wondrous structures ... they can be trained to feel whatever we want them to feel ... you see ... there is no hard definition for what is right, and what is wrong ... there only is the continuing experience of life, its many guises...."
Her voice droned on ... soft, delicate ... like a fragile crystal sculpture ... a sound that gently lulled Roxanne into a deeper and deeper state of relaxation.
Was she drugged?
It felt like something was happening to her, but in the meantime, there were these soft, gentle hands on her body ... rubbing her up and own, all over her skin, touching her breasts, touching her clit ... touching her asshole....
She was like velvet ... wasn't that what she had said ... velvet? Yes ... that's what it felt like ... she had a sensation that she was collapsed on a bed of feathers ... that she was continually sinking down into them, that she was starting to float on them, becoming transported into some other realm ... some other dimension....
"Oh...." she heard herself moan, and for a moment, it was a surprise ... to find that she still had a voice ... for some reason, she wouldn't have expected that. But it didn't matter, because she didn't feel like she had any control over herself ... she was in Sue-Lin's hands....
No ... there was something else in Sue-Lin's hands. What was it?
A clamp ... a clamp of some sort ... my God, thought Roxanne, it was opening ... there were two metal jaws ... they each had sharp, jagged teeth ... she was bringing it down now to her nipples ... no ... no ... no....
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" she screamed out loud, trying to move ... but for some reason she couldn't.
Closer now ... closer ... she could feel her nipples growing hard. There were flames leaping inside her cunt. They were hot ... her clit was hard, it was tingling, the clamp was coming closer ... closer ... closer....
And then, it closed around the bud of tender brown flesh.
The pain shot through the mound of her breast, searing a burning path all the way back through her body, charging at the same time through her brain and her cunt.
All her muscles went taut ... she screamed again, whether or not it was silently or out loud, she couldn't have said, but then, she didn't really care.
Now, Sue-Lin was holding a second clamp and as she opened it and brought it toward Roxanne's other breast, she continued to talk, keeping her voice in that same, dry monotone, half-way seductive, half hypnotic.
"You will find that it is enjoyable, taste the dark side of your soul ... find how exquisite it can be ... take my hand, we will journey there together ... away from here, from this place, where they know nothing ... where they can only destroy....
"Come with me ... come with me ... come with me ... come with me...."
She closed the clamp around Roxanne's breast, and again the hot burst of searing pain shot through her body.
She screamed once again, her entire body going rigid this time.
Now, there was a third clamp in Sue-Lin's hands ... it was smaller ... the jaws were more narrow ... the teeth more jagged ... thinner ... sharper.
Roxanne knew instinctively where it was going.
She slowly, numbly shook her head ... "No ... no...." she murmured. But Sue Lin said, "Yes ... yes ... you will love it. I promise you. You're going to love it. I wouldn't lie to you, would I?"
Roxanne tried to close her legs, but they felt heavy ... too heavy ... heavier than lead ... so heavy that her muscles simply wouldn't move them.
And so that third clamp moved closer and closer to her clit ... closer ... closer....
Strangely enough, Roxanne could feel it sending vibrations through her body, even before it made contact with her sensitive bud of nerves.
She could feel the membranes growing taut, tight, stiff, and the tissues beneath growing stiffcr and stiffer, swelling ... enlarging....
No ... she told herself ... this shouldn't be. I'm in pain. I shouldn't be feeling aroused.
But arousal was exactly what she felt, and there seemed to be nothing that she could do to change it ... indeed, there was nothing that she wanted to do to change it.
There was a bizarre mix in her brain.
Hot bolts of pain were shooting from her breasts....
Aid yet, by the time they reached her brain, they had blended with the signals of arousal boiling up from her pussy with the same intensity that her juices were oozing out of her lips.
"Oh ... oh ... oh...." she said, squirming as the clamps drew closer and closer.
She could almost feel them now, as if there was heat radiating off of the tips, spanning the space between like a spark in charged air.
And then, Sue-Lin brought the jaws down around her clit.
And she began to wail ... loudly, deeply, the sounds welling up out of her throat....
She didn't know what she sounded like. She had no idea was was going on around her.
Only that her brain was barraged with a solid wall of sensation, like a load of bricks raining down on top of her frail body.
Three points of sensation.
That was all.
But they were the three most sensitive points on her body.
If hot pokers had been applied to her body, they couldn't possibly have hurt any more.
"Yes ... yes ... yes...." Sue-Lin was softly intoning, with every violent wave of sensation that was shaking Roxanne s body.
She stood back, saying nothing, simply watching Roxanne.
And a strange thing happened.
Roxanne remembered that when she was a little girl, she used to like to take ice-cold showers ... and that when she first stepped into the water, she felt like she couldn't possibly stand it another second.
But her nerves, those amazing structures of which Sue-Lin spoke, would gradually become accustomed to the frigid temperature, and soon, it would feel normal.
Something similar was taking place now.
She could feel the hot searing pain ripping through her body like a thousand tiny blades honed to razor sharpness.
But slowly, steadily, inevitably, the pain seemed to drop off ... her muscles remained tense, but the hot pain dwindled ... fell away ... it wasn't nearly so intolerable now.
She was able to take it ... and yes, she was able to tolerate it.
She could feel the heat of her pain seeming to swell her crotch, forcing more and more sensation out of her clit, that excruciatingly engorged organ.
"Oh ... God...." she gasped softly, "I can't take it ... I can't ... I ... I can't take it ... it hurts ... oh God, it hurts...."
But Sue-Lin only smiled, hovering above Roxanne's face like a perverse angel.
"Of course you can ... it's all a state of mind. You know you can. You know there's no reason that you should let this bring you down ... you know. You know ... you know...."
Her voice continued in it's straightforward hypnotic tone ... never wavering ... never raising it's pitch or volume ... each word softly articulated ... each syllable given the same emphasis as the last....
Over and over, she spoke the words to Roxanne....
"You love it ... you love it ... you love it ... you love it...."
She touched her fingers to Roxanne's body.
"Oh ... you're so soft ... you're so delicate ... you know how good your body feels? Do you? Do you know?"
"It doesn't feel all that good to me," said Roxanne.
"You're learning ... that's all. You'll learn ... and you'll love it...."
And despite her fear, her resistance, Roxanne couldn't help but notice that there was a rising sensation that was steadily blocking out more and more of the pain that she was feeling in her body....
It was being replaced by something else ... something that new ... a kind of pleasure that she didn't know existed ... a bizarre twist to what she d always thought of as pain.
This was something new ... something different ... something ... good ... yes ... it was. It was good, and she couldn't help herself ... as much as she might want to resist the feeling ... it was good....
No, she told herself.
This is twisted ... this is sick. I shouldn't want something like this to continue. I should be screaming for help, hoping that someone was still downstairs, that they'd come for me....
But Sue-Lin had already spoken the magic words for her ... she'd talked about how the men here knew nothing of pain ... and those words were even now burrowing into her subconscious thoughts, slowly but surely altering the fabric of her mind.
Sue-Lin's fingers were stroking the inside of her thighs now....
She moved them closer and closer to Roxanne's slit, and as she did, Roxanne could feel the thick layer of her juice that had accumulated there.
"Ummmmmm...." Sue-Lin intoned gently, hungrily, "you're so wet ... so moist ... so hot."
"Oh ... I know ... I know...." Roxanne moaned back. "I can't help it ... I can't help it."
"That's wonderful. You shouldn't be afraid. You shouldn't fight it. It's natural. It's perfectly normal. You should be happy. You should be joyful. After what these animals have put you through, you might never have experienced true pleasure again."
"I've never really experienced it before...." Roxanne said, suddenly realizing that what she was feeling went so far beyond her normal idea of pleasure that she'd been unable to recognize it.
Sue-Lin's fingers were at her cunt now ... slippg up, up, up inside that steaming swirl of sexually enflamed tissue.
"GOD!!!" Roxanne gasped loudly, her hips jerking up into the air.
"Do you feel that?" asked Sue-Lin.
"Oh ... yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes ... what do you think?"
"I think you do. I can see that you do."
Her fingers were curling up beneath the top edge, pressing through the membranes to the underside of her clit.
It was like someone had shot off a rocket inside her cunt.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!" Roxanne screamed.
"Hey now," laughed Sue-Lin, "take it easy ... take it easy."
"Oh ... God, do that again, please."
"Shhhhhh ... you just calm down, and I'll do whatever ... you ... want...." she said, slowly increasing the pressure behind Roxanne's clit once more.
Roxanne began to shudder, and as she did so, her breasts shook more and more violently, sent new shock waves of delicious hot pain ripping through her nerves.
Sue-Lin pressed her fingers harder and harder into Roxanne's cunt, digging for the bottom ... digging down, down, down, until Roxanne could feel the ttips stretching against the back wall of her cunt.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh...." she moaned as she felt her tissues being stretched from all angles.
"You love it, don't you?" asked Sue-Lin, not eally expecting an answer. It was obvious. She reached up to the two clamps on Roxanne's nipples and began to pull on them, harder and harder.
Roxanne felt the teeth digging into her flesh. Were they going to rip off, she wondered? Would those jaws grip her so tightly that her nipples would simply be torn to shreds?
But Sue-Lin knew exactly what she was doing.
She knew what pain was ... she knew how to apply it ... she knew how to make it work in a positive, way.
Pain is good, she had said. Pain is delicious ... pain is wonderful ... when it's used right.
Roxanne saw now that no one in her life had ever known how to use it right.
This was a sensation that she'd never before know could have possibly existed.
This was something that went beyond all boundaries. This was something strong enough to blast her all the way into an entirely knew way of looking at the world.
She felt herself falling ... floating ... felt her nerves sizzling....
Sue-Lin never let up, was always increasing the pressure inside her cunt.
Pulling gently on Roxanne's nipples ... now caressing her breasts, now stroking her thighs, and always working the juices inside her cunt into a richer and richer froth....
"Oh ... God ... God ... God...." Roxanne began to moan. Louder and louder, pressing harder and harder upward with her hips, rolling them around, raising up, shaking....
She could feel the tremors, she could feel the vibrations mounting within her....
"I feel you," Sue-Lin said. "I feel your body coming ... coming...."
The girl slowly withdrew her fingers from Roxanne's cunt.
"NOOOOOO!!!" Roxanne pleaded. "Please ... please ... no ... make me come ... make me come...."
Sue-Lin kept the tips of her fingers at Roxanne's slit.
Then she produced three more clamps. These were stronger looking than the ones that she'd already applied to Roxanne's body.
"You shall ... you shall, my love. That, I promise. You shall-come till your body cannot come any more."
Roxanne opened her eyes. She stared up at the girl. And as Sue-Lin spoke, Roxanne's body, pressed to the limit, finally spilled over to orgasm all on its own. She felt her muscles getting more and more tense, but this time, she had no control at all over it. They just began to spasm madly.
And then, like a bomb had been detonated in her, her conscious thoughts were obliterated, for just a moment, but it was enough ... enough for her to know that Sue-Lin had indeed opened a new door in her life, revealing a passageway that she would be compelled to follow. No matter where it led.
CHAPTER FIVE
Juliana paused in her ritual, looking to their leader Desira, for guidance.
Renee, the errant girl, still bound, was on her knees.
Now, Desira spoke. "The prelimimaries have been concluded. Let us move on to the substance of our purpose here."
Juliana nodded, solemnly. This was a portentuous moment. Renee was now to undergo the Rite of Torment.
Until now, there had been no rites, as such. Only what Desira liked to call the 'softening' process. They were weak, they were still lured to their habits from the outer world.
The required a shock treatment, of sorts, to short out their normal thinking patterns, and Juliana had no doubts that the method she'd chosen had accomplished this admirably.
She looked at Renee ... she remembered when the girl had first joined them ... what an un-likely candidate, she thought to herself.
A sweet little debutante ... well, the debutante in her hadn't yet been purged. But it would. That was without question. It would most definitely be purged. And it was going to happen now.
She approached Renee, who was shuddering and trembling with pain ... fear ... and God knows what else.
She briefly wondered what was going through the girl's mind, having just endured such a ritual ... what was she feeling? Anything? Was thought possible? Or was she simply reduced to a reacting mechanism ... one who mrerely responded without thought. That was the aim of the Lady Desira. That was the goal. For then, there was cohesion ... there was a single-mindedness of purpose ... there was a unity ... a blending of attitude, goals ... there was one mind, one focus.
She placed her hands on Renee's forehead, pressed against her, and slowly forced the girl to fall backward.
She cried out as she toppled over ... and then she landed, the back of her head cracking solidly against the floor.
Her eyes went out of focus for a moment. She tried to raise her head, tried to sit up, but Juliana pressed her foot against Renee's breasts and pinned her to the floor.
She then began to speak.
"From the darkness you have come to us, so to, shall you be returned to darkness, in the pursuit of that which is denied those who dwell in the world."
As she spoke, the lights slowly dimmed. The women, all naked now, gathered in a circle around the two in the center, tormentor and tormented.
"You pass into our world, and you renounce all that you have known before. You are one of us now, and as such, you exist for the good of your sisters, and they for you. You have no identity. You have no name. You have no soul. You are one of us, and in our name you will know your own identity. You are a Stone Mother, and you will forever after carry the scars of your devotion and loyalty to that name."
Her voice grew harder. Sterner.
This was no ordinary initiation, and all present knew it. Renee had already been through this ceremony. She had already spoken the vows, she had already been allowed entry into their group. And she'd strayed. Thus, this time around, she was to received an added ritual....
Juliana held out her hand.
Christina approached with the strap and placed it in Juliana's hands.
It was long ... easily five feet long.
It was heavy ... made of leather, almost a quarter of an inch thick. Three inches wide.
Juliana gazed down at the girl in front of her, gazed upon her naked body, shimmering so deliciously in the soft light.
Her pussy was gaping, pouted, slick from her juice.
Juliana knew what effect this ritual was having on the girl. Her training had been too thorough for her not to respond. She was dripping with lust. She needed it ... she wanted it ... and the strap in Juliana's hand was as good a place to start as any.
"You have strayed from our rigid ways, Renee," spoke Juliana, using the name that had been given her ... that it was still being used was proof that she hadn't yet strayed too far. But she was close ... and all knew it.
"You have disappointed your sisters ... they have decreed that you are to experience their displeasure."
Juliana could see the light in the girl's eyes.
She could see that the girl was slowly turning to flames. She was a defiant sort. She was rebellious, but she was also filled with a passion that wouldn't be dimmed.
And now, she was once more broken ... she had been reduced to that pliant clay that allowed them to once again refashion her in their image....
And as Juliana-slowly lowered the end of the strap to touch the tops of Renee's pubic bush, that process began ... she would soon be putty in their hands.
The first contact brought a small gasp from Renee's lips. Her body made no movement.-
"Open your legs," Juliana instructed. She stared down at the girl's crotch thus revealed and felt a surge of lust within her own thighs.
There was power here, the most fundamental form of power ... and it was truly delicious ... it was truly the highest form of human interaction ... and it was something that could only be enjoyed by equals ... which is why men were irrelevant ... only women, in the company of other women, could possibly experience something like this in its fullest expression.
Only women in the company of other women could comprehend and fully realize the beauty, the perfection of this moment.
She let the strap drift down a little between Renee's legs.
Renee threw back her head and began to breathe more heavily.
"Apply the gag," Juliana instructed, and once again, Christina was there to do her bidding.
She pulled the material around Renee's mouth, tied it in back, making sure that none of the girl's hair was snagged, and then she stepped back to give Renee her way.
This kind of power was the most delicious of all ... it was the true control over another mind, another body....
It was the ultimate form of dominance.
Juliana, watching the tip of the leather strap dangle against Renee's slit, sighed with satisfaction, noting that the girl was beginning to writhe against the floor.
She pressed her hips downward, and then she arched them upward ... she moaned and she groaned, she closed her eyes and her face grimaced in a contorted mask of ecstasy.
Juliana let the tip dangle up and down, pulling it against the girl's cunt.
"Oh...." she heard Renee moan.
She looked up into Juliana's eyes, a strange, puzzled look, a questioning look etched there, one that Juliana found it difficult to decipher.
"Please," Renee said, softly.
Juliana smiled.
It was a pleasant smile, a gentle smile, one that held forth all the hope of salvation that she could see in Renee's face.
Then she placed a firm foot between the girl's breasts and raised her strap.
The heavy piece of leather remained poised in the air ... almost hovering ... and then began its slow, painfully slow, descent.
It was as if time was grinding down to a halt.
Juliana wondered if it was only her, or if everyone in the room noticed it ... how long it seemed to take.
She could see the muscles rippling along the surface of Renee's thighs ... she could see them clenching tightly, she watched her pussy lips quivering ... she could see the slick layer of juice that had formed there, running over the outer surface of Renee's cunt, spreading through the inner layer of her thighs....
She could hear the girl breathing ... deep, heavy breaths ... breaths laden with passion ... with emotion ... with lust....
She could see the girl's rib cage rising and falling, almost as if every single thing that she noticed existed separately, in a different reality....
And she watched the strap coming closer and closer and closer ... watched the look of shocked recognition flare up in Renee's eyes as she saw what was happening ... as she saw that the strap was descending ... rapidly now, closer ... closer ... closer....
The sound was loud.
It tore through the room with the unexpected immediacy of a bolt of lightning flashing out of a clear sky.
She heard the sound, saw the almost instantaneous reaction rip across Renee's face, she watched the strap buckle from the force of the blow and then fall away....
And then. Renee's mouth opened, her body raised up.
The sound came from deep within the girl's throat ... low at first, almost unrecognizable as a human sound....
And then, as it built in intensity, the pain and the shock, as well as the horror and the tear all began to appear.
Her body raised up off of the floor, her stomach muscles were all bulging now beneath her perfect skin, and her legs each shot out to the side of her body, the muscles running along the inside of her thighs tightened to thick, touch cords.
She screamed.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OH MY GOD!!! OHHH MY GODDDDDD!!!"
Juliana observed all of this at the leisurely pace one would associate with reading a novel ... watching a strange special effect in a movie ... slow motion ... reality snipped out of the flow of time ... and thereby not as immediate ... not as real ... something that you can merely watch, but which you needn't let affect you.
She raised her arm again, this time feeling the tip of the strap as it touched the back of her head, then, as she lowered it slightly, as it tickled the back of her neck and moved on down to her naked shoulders.
She could feel the heat that had seemingly been absorbed from the girl's en flamed cunt.
But if she was heated now, soon, she would be engulfed in a raging inferno.
The flames would consume her, and destroy her ... and the rest of the people in the room as well ... if they weren't careful.
She felt the muscles in her arm start to tingle and twitch from the tension.
She was feeling a surge of adrenalin rushing through her veins ... it always happened at times like this ... the ecstasy of power was too great to be denied, or ignored.
She tensed her muscles again, while Renee was still finishing her scream from the first blow, felt her arm surge into motion, and distantly heard the whistle of air as the leather strap sliced through it.
Down ... down ... down ... and then with a sharp crack, contact was made.
Renee's body shook from her head down to her toes, and then the shock waves seemed to set up secondary vibrations through her body, shaking her again.
"Oh nooooooo...." she moaned. "Please ... no more ... please ... no more...." she cried again ... rolling over and over, trying to avoid any further blows.
Juliana calmly stated "Turn back around and spread your legs. Now."
Renee was on her knees, facing down to the floor. Her body shook regularly from sobs of pain and fear.
"Turn back around, Renee. That is an order. You can't refuse. Do you understand? Do you?"
Renee made no move, and so Juliana swung the strap, bringing it across her pale, firm buttocks with a resounding thwack.
"OHHHHHHHH!!" Renee screamed, falling to the floor. Her body shook harder, but Juliana noticed to her satisfaction that the girl's legs were revealingly spread, and that they were exposing a pussy that, if anything, had grown even more drenched in thick, oily cunt juice.
She placed her foot at the girl's crotch, and even Juliana was surprised to see how hard Renee's clitoris had grown.
The thing was throbbing ... so much so that Juliana was convinced that she could actually feel a pulse pounding beneath the taut surface of the girl's tender bud of nerves.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh...." moaned Renee, seeming to be past the point where she could willingly resist.
"Roll over," Juliana instructed again, still in a calm voice. Authority, when it is genuine, needn't be loud.
Renee stiffened, and then, almost as if some of the life had drained from her body, she relaxed somewhat and slowly began to roll back over.
There were hot tears in her eyes.
"Please," she begged, "do not do this to me ... please have mercy on me. I swear, I've learned my lesson."
Juliana smiled.
"We believe you. There is no possibility, however, of you being denied the beneficial effects of a complete initiation. It wouldn't be fair to you. I simply wouldn't be fair."
Renee smiled thinly, and then, suddenly, it appeared that she was seized by a force from without, something that made her spin dizzily out of control.
"Please," she began to cry, looking about the room, madly seeking someone to help, or at least someone who might understand.
She searched in vain.
None present had the faintest interest in letting her off easy.
They all knew the rules, and they all were willing to abide by them. She was free to leave, at any time, so long as she was willing to leave forever. But if she wanted to stay, there was no possibility of any deviation from the established custom.
"No...." Renee screamed. "This is torture. This is madness ... you can't do this. Stop ... you have to stop this ... oh God, please, you have to stop this. It's brutal. It's torture ... I can't stand it ... I can't stand it...."
Her eyes were the eyes of a madwoman now and her breasts shook from the constant tremors that were racing through her body.
She looked up at Juliana with an insane look of fear, horror, and uncompreheding disbelief ... there seemed to be no way of comprehending what was happening to her ... no way to put it into any sane interpretation of the world. Was everyone mad?
She was lapsing into incoherence now, and Juliana snapped her fingers.
Christina approached, and without a word, Juliana merely pointed to the girl's head, and Christina knew what to do.
She knelt down and tied a gag about Renee's mouth.
She met with minor resistance from Renee, but it was inconsequential.
Christina quickly withdrew, and now, Juliana stood over the girl, once more powerful and triumphant.
She raised the strap again, swung as hard as she could, letting it fall right against Renee's cunt.
The girl's body jerked wildly ... her head was thrown back and her eyes closed, and from within the confines of her gagged mouth, she heard the girl scream ... a long, deep, passionate scream, one that seemed to have been ripped from the deepest depths of her soul.
She had no time to recoup her strength, because Juliana once more was raising her arm.
The slow-motion effect that Juliana had noticed earlier, and indeed, which she tended to notice every time she began a session such as this, was now absent. She stared down at the girl, and once more felt the muscles in her arms grow stiff and tense, as she began her downward thrust.
She felt the bulk of the leather strap, actually quite heavy, as it was dragged along behind her.
Down ... down ... down ... seeming to gain speed as it descended, and then, with yet another resounding thwack! the thick leather slapped across the girl's body.
This time, she struck Renee across her thighs, and noticed that as she once more raised the strap, deep red welts were already appearing across her pale, smooth skin.
She aimed for the same spot, swung again, and heard the screams from Renee's throat even more loudly, almost as if the girl wasn't wearing a gag at all.
She was feeling a thin layer of sweat starting to form over her body.
She felt the rate of her heartbeat increase gradually. She felt the muscles in her arms and legs, began to show the effects of exertion ... not exhaustion ... not by any means ... for her body was a finely honed instrument ... but she knew that she was working ... and it was a feeling that gave her immense pleasure.
She raised her arm again and once more brought the strap down onto her cunt.
This time, the cracking sound was a good bit sharper ... a little wetter, actually, and as Juliana looked down, she saw that Renee, unconsciously, perhaps, had spread her legs even more widely than before, exposing the full layer of her wet, pink flesh beneath her outer lips, to the force of Juliana's strap.
Juliana paused for a moment as they took in the beautiful sight of that delicious expanse of cunt meat.
It was throbbing and pulsing, it was wet, it was glistening.
She saw that in the center, Renee s clit was now sticking up like a small mountain range ... the tip, usually hidden in a protective sheath of flesh, was now almost fully exposed, with the protecting membrane pulled back just as far as it would go.
She saw her clit ... saw it sitting there, making such an inviting target, and she aimed.
Raising her arm, she held it there, trying to fuse herself with the target, make the motion and the act itself one smooth unbroken event ... all were connected ... like, the Zen archer, she stopped thinking about it, and tried to literally become the girl ... tried to fuse herself with her victim, experience the full reality of the event.
It didn't work, of course, but it made for one fuck of a good aim.
She saw, she swung, she struck. Dead on.
Renee shrieked, so hard, working her jaw so furiously, and pressing against the gag with her tongue with such pressure, that the material began to slide down her mouth.
Juliana swung again ... and again ... and again....
She felt the pressure in her arm, and the pressure in her lower back, building steadily as she exerted herself harder and harder.
She was raising her arm with a steady rhythm now, up and down, hearing the strap whistling past her ear as it sliced upwards, and then back down again.
She could hear Renee's moaning, but now even that seemed to have somehow become more abstracted ... almost fragmented in her mind. It was simply a surreal' event, the combination of various sensations ... but all of it internal ... not something that was actually happening to someone.
She felt the muscles in her arm grow more and more tired.
She felt beads of sweat forming on her brow ... forming on her back ... running down her neck and spilling from the tips of her nipples.
She felt the weight of the leather strap.
She heard the sound it made as it tore through the air.
She heard the moans coming from the savaged girl at her feet.
She looked down and saw the slick, shining layer of pussy juice that was spread over her thighs, and that was being spread further and further with every stroke.
She looked into Renee's face, but the contortions of pain that she saw there weren't real. How could they be? They were object ... to fascinate ... to interest ... to study ... but they weren't real, were they? Of course not. How could they be? Harder and harder.
Renee screaming so constantly now, the sound seemed to be a single, unbroken stream of noise.
She nonetheless made no further effort to pull away from Juliana's reach. She made no effort to try to evade the strap ... no ... on the contrary, she arched her back, pushed her spread cunt lips up higher into the air, and she made every effort possible to make Juliana's job easier.
Juliana felt the intense heat pouring off the girl's body. She could see evidence of it in her face ... twisted beyond belief, and yet, with a strange hint of ecstasy there, obvious in the turn of her lips, in the wild, untamed look in her eyes.
She swung again and again, seeing the immediate evidence of her work flash across Renee's face with every stroke.
Renee screamed ... again and again, without pause.
But they were screams of release, almost ... screams of triumph, screams of a soul being purified ... the screams of unwanted influences at last releasing her from their grip, and taking flight.
Harder, harder, harder ... letting the whip fall again and again ... never letting up.
Time seemed to slowly drag to a halt.
Juliana couldn't have said how long they were there on the floor, but she knew without a doubt that Renee was experiencing a sensation unlike anything that she'd ever gone through before in her life.
She was moving the tip of her leather strap up the girl's body now ... focusing specifically on her ripe, firm breasts, bring her strap down on the girl's nipples again and again.
Each of them were stiff, throbbing, hard as her clit. Juliana, continuing to beat the girl's breasts, let her foot slip between Renee's thighs.
Amazing!
It was like a swamp up inside there ... a hot, steaming swamp of enflamed pussy flesh.
She pressed her toe up past the outer edge of Renee's lips.
The crack of the whip against her breasts continued unabated.
She felt the girl's clit again, wiggling her toes against it.
Renee's eyes slowly slid up into the top of her head.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh...." she slowly moaned, the gag pulled down her mouth to a great enough extent that she was able to at least make simple syllables coherent.
Juliana confined her strokes to a steady rhythm, pacing herself more slowly now, but enabling herself to apply more and more pressure behind every stroke.
In the meantime, almost unconsciously, she pressed her toes further and further up into her cunt.
She felt the girl's inner muscles quivering from the sensations.
She could feel her juiced flowing from the stimulation ... more and more and more with every stroke. She was sensitized now to the point that her entire body had become a giant, errogenous zone ... as if the whole surface of her skin was a single clit ... aching to be touched, crying out for tactile stimulation ... begging for abuse.
She swung harder and harder, feeling something akin to anger rising to the surface of her thoughts now ... something that was threatening to overtake her mind ... something that seemed about to go lurching out of control.
Renee's body was a mass of quivering flesh now ... it was a searing network of nerves ... a tangle of sensations that she couldn't hope to cope with. The most she could hope for was to survive.
She needed to feel this ... Juliana knew it. She was almost there ... at the point of no longer distinguishing between pleasure and pain ... that magic moment, when all things become possible, and there is nothing denied you.
She could see it in Renee's eyes ... she could feel it in the responses of the girl's body ... she could actually absorb the vibrations of tense pleasure that were flowing out of her every pore.
Juliana continued to stroke Renee's breasts. She pressed her foot against the girl's cunt with even greater pressure, and felt the inner surface of her cunt hole began to give way.
"Nooooooooo ... nooooooooopo ... noooooooo ... nooooooooo...." moaned Renee with every blast from that heavy leather strap.
By now, her breasts were flaming red welts ... her nipples, while standing up stiff and hard, were quite obviously rubbed raw ... every time Juliana brought the strap across them, Renee's body jerked spasmodically, unable to contain the mindless reactions.
But her cunt continued to grow juicier and juicier ... and as she worked her toes faster and faster against the inner membranes of the girl's pussy, she could feel her hole stretching very wide ... more and more each time she pressed the tip of her foot against it.
She was steadily increasing the pressure.
Renee's cunt was starting to relax now ... opening wider than ever before.
Juliana started to press her foot straight up into the cavern that was opening up ... and to her surprise, felt Renee pushing back. There was no way that she was going to get her entire foot up inside there ... of course ... but there was no harm in trying anyway. It was the act itself that mattered, not the result.
It was the constant pressure against the inside of the girl's cunt that ensured that the strokes from the leather strap would continue to be interpreted by her brain as strangely pleasurable.
She felt the girl moving her hips in such a way as to insure that the pressure would extend to as wide an area as possible.
"Oh...." Renee moaned at last, "more. More ... More ... More ... please ... more."
That was it.
The girl had spilled at last over the edge, and there was virtually nothing now that wouldn't simply extend the intensity of her pleasure.
Pain ... pleasure ... a thin line between them at best, but now, in the jumbled chaos of her mind, a line that had been momentarily erased ... and thus, no matter what Juliana did to her, it would produce massive spasms of pleasure throughout the girl's body.
Juliana could see the taut muscles beneath the surface of her skin, all rippling, anticipating the full extent of Juliana's abuse.
"More...." Renee moaned again.
"Please...."
"More...."
"I need more...."
For a long time, these comments came from the girl's lips. Juliana pulled her foot out of the girl's cunt and began to strike her again with the tip of the leather strap, but nothing seemed to cause her to pull back or flinch.
Her back was arched, a look of agonized ecstasy all across her features....
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh...." she gasped over and over.
Juliana was swinging with unimaginable speed now, applying all the force that her body could muster to every stroke.
Again and again, the girl's body shook, and her gasps of pleasure and pain poured from her throat, and Juilana's arms began to ache from the exertion....
But she continued ... and then, when she'd finally reached the end of her endurence, and she paused for longer than usual, Renee began to beg, a-quite different plea this time, however, than last time.
I'll
"Oh ... don't stop. Please ... don't stop ... Oh no ... more ... more ... don't stop now. I need more. I need more. Please ... give me more ... I need it ... I need it ... I want it ... please ... please ... please ... please ... please ... I beg of you...."
She was obviously out of her head, thought Juliana to herself.
She stared down at the pathetic sight.
She'd calm down eventually, thought Juliana, but just for good measure, she swung a couple more times across the girl's tits ... so hard that she felt almost like she'd pulled a muscle.
Renee screamed ... her body stiffened, and then, she went limp.
There was silence in the room.
The girl's body made not the slightest movement.
Desira finally walked up to the two of them in the center of the room.
Juliana was surprised, once she stopped her activity, to find how utterly exhausted she was.
Sweat was pouring off her body.
She was gasping for breath ... finding it painful, almost to suck in enough air.
She felt her muscles starting to twitch and jerk, a sure sign that she'd been exerting herself beyond her limits....
But she hadn't realized it ... she'd truly enjoyed it ... she was sorry to see it end.
"You performed well, my dear," Desira said to her ... "you were splendid. Now, let us hope that you've left enough of the girl for us to remold in our image."
There was a round of chuckles at this, and with that the tension in the room was broken. Renee stirred, she moaned, and Juliana realized that more than anything else, she was extremely tired. She felt like she could lie down, and not rise again for two or three days.
CHAPTER SIX
Spud was concerned.
Never think, of course, that concern on his part was accompanied by actual thoughts that might explain to his satisfaction the source of said concern.
Hardly.
Spud wasn't what you would call a thinking man. Spud was a man of action ... or, as was usually the case, a man of reaction.
Take what happened later that night, after the gang had scored the dope that they'd all gone out to score and finally made it back to the house right off Carnegie Blvd.
They didn't get back home right off, of course.
They had to stop at a greasy pit outside of town, called the. Silver Dollar ... a typical scum-bag of a saloon, with typical scum-bag clientele.
Spud and his boys and their women fit it real well ... which meant theat they were as ready for a fight as the next guys....
Things were usually hopping at the Silver Dollar, and tonight was no exception.
"Don't leave the stash out here," Spud said to Fletch.
"What am I supposed to do," asked Fletch. "Eat it?"
Spud's eyes narrowed, and he momentarily wondered if they'd be able to hide the body, assuming he gave into his impulse and decided to kill the turd, but then, the moment was past and inertia once more took over ... just as well too, he thought, because it would have gotten messy. He'd been real pissed.
He said "Fletch, don't give me grief. All right. You stick wrap the bags around your shoulders, and you wear them in."
"Aw, come on, Spud, there's four pounds of dope here and two thousand hits of speed. How am I going to wear that?"
"Well, you can either wear it inside, or you can stay out here and watch it, but if you lose any of it, I'm going to shove your balls up your ass. You hear?"
"All right, all right ... whatever you say, Spud," Fletch had grumbled. That was the thing about Fletch that got on Spud's nerves the most. The bastard would just roll over and play dead on you ... never really giving you much of a fight.
What the fuck good was someone if he never gave you cause to put his lights out? Huh? Seriously.
Fletch, still grumbling, donned the saddle bags like they were a back pack or something ... and they all wandered into the bar.
There was considerable activity already going on.
Women were in various stages of undress, and drunken males were in various stages of pursuit.
On stage a band was cranking out serious noise-rock, and there was a juke box from somewhere in the back that no one had bothered to turn off after the last break, but nobody seemed to notice now....
It was a nice juxtaposition, acutally, and most of those present probably thought that it was just part of the act.
A fight, of course, was already in progress.
"Hot damn," Spud was heard to exclaim.
"Spud," said Angel, hanging all over him, "you don't want to get involved in that do you?"
Spud looked at her a moment, seeing that her big tits were almost hanging out of her blouse, unbuttoned to the third or fourth button easily.
"Look doll, you just sit there, tuck your tits back in your shirt and wait for me ... all right?"
Suddenly a body staggered past.
Spud, just by way of introduction, reached out and hooked him around the neck in the crook of his elbow.
He then calmly pounded his face against the table three or four times and bodily picked him up and tossed him back into the fray.
For reasons that weren't exactly clear, this seemed to raise the level of excitement considerably ... sort of like stepping on an ant-hill. You never really see the ants themselves ... just evidence of their frantic scurring about.
"Hey!" a voice called out behind Spud, "Shit for brains!!!"
Spud turned around and immediately faced a beer bottle heading straight for his cheek.
Ohhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiit!!! he thought, but it was too late to react.
The thing exploded all around him, in a shower of glass and ... well God damn ... what a dumb-ass. It was a full bottle. Now ... this meant that the overall weight of the missle striking Spud's face was greater ... but when you're dealing with a moose, small variations in weight have no effect whatsoever ... it's like the difference in eating one-hundred raw oysters, or one-hundred and one. Maybe someone's counting, but who really notices, right?
What it did mean was that the liquid seemed to contain the shattering glass enough so that all that really injured Spud was the jagged edge ... and hell, it was easily a half-hour before he even noticed that he'd been cut.
The fool who'd attacked him was halfway to hell by then, and by the time he finally slowed down, he'd be knocking on the door.
Spud had quickly decided that his entry into the argument, whatever it was, had been adequately purchased, and so had lumbered into the thick of things, quickly grabbing anything that he could find and pulverizing it as hard as he could.
He wasn't seeing too clearly, something he was later to discover was caused by blood running down into his eyes, so he sort of was forced to take whatever he could get ... which, in one case, happened to be a frightened girl.
"GOD LET GO OF ME YOU ASS HOLE!!!"
Spud could hardly hear her over the din ... and wasn't even sure which direction the voice had come from, and so had already begun dismantling her before he realized his mistake.
The poor thing was quivering from shock and fright and Spud, in a rare instance of mercy, simply ripped her shirt completely down the front and had tossed her aside.
He also happened, at one point, to wrap his big, meaty hands around poor T Bird, and unfortunately did far more damage to him before he realized who exactly was screaming beneath his fists.
But it was when he turned his gaze back to Angel, that he went totally out of his mind.
She was still at the table, but so were two other clowns ... and unless Spud missed his guess, they were wearing colors ... colors that he'd never seen before.
Angel wasn't smiling at them ... but then she wasn't looking to get rid of them either ... and then one of them reached a hand over to her and started to play with her tits, and maybe Angel did slap it away, but she didn't do it with a whole lot of indignation.
Which indignation Spud was gladly capable of making up for.
He waded back though the mob, and suddenly appeared by the table. Angel looked up at him with a smile and then turned to the two meatheads with her.
""Meet Spud. I think he wants to meet you."
They glanced up at Spud, and both flinched a moment. There were two of them ... but Spud was awfully big ... and with the blood that was pouring over his face at this time, he looked a gruesome mess.
They sort of scooted their chairs back from the table.
"Heh, heh, we were just leaving, heh heh...."
Spud grabbed each by the neck.
It all happened pretty fast, but someone watching closely would have definitely seen a moment when both of them were dangling in the air, feet kicking futilely at the air.
Then there was an awful cracking sound and the two of them toppled to the floor.
It all happened pretty fast, but Angel saw it all. She saw the look on spud's face and realized that he was more than hurt ... he was pissed. Hurt was no problem for Spud. He'd be wer that easy. But pissed ... that was a problem.
"Spud ... honey ... are you hurt ... are you okay?"
Spud slapped her a few times, just to get the conversation off on the right track.
"Oh ... GOD!!!" she screamed. "What's wrong with you?"
"Shut up, slut. I'm gonna break you into about three or four different pieces."
"Spud ... you gotta stop this. You can't do this shit to me. I wasn't letting them have any of me."
"Shut the fuck up. I seen what you was letting them have."
Angel was starting to look real scared now.
"God damn, let's get the fuck out of here," Spud said, grabbing her by the wrist.
"Hey buddy," said a voice, "I don't think the little lady wants to go with you."
Spud turned an amazed eye toward the sound of the poor fool who'd dared to speak.
He was big, and he had his eye on Angel's tits, but he didn't have a chance.
One look at Spud's face pretty well convinced him of the same thing, but of course, by then with was far too late.
"Look, I didn't mean it ... I mean...."
It was about then the he started to rise up into the air ... hanging like a puppet from Spud's hands....
"LET ... ME ... GO...." he gasped, his face turning red from the pressure of Spud's fingers. Spud calmly jammed his knee up into the man's crotch, again, and again, and then another time, just to make sure. The slob, of course, had stopped moving by this time, and after Spud dropped him to the floor, he still didn't move ... which suited Spud just fine. He wouldn't go shooting his mouth off again so fast, especially if he was dead.
HA! thought Spud. That was rich. Especially if he was dead ... hey, wait a minute.
He looked around, and couldn't find Angel.
That fucking bitch, he thought to himself, and he ran outside.
She wasn't anywhere around there either, and that just turned him more and more foul.
Well, then fuck her!
That's what he thought. No sense in letting a slut like that fuck your head up.
She'd come back eventually, and God help her sorry ass when she did. He'd give her a work out that she wouldn't forget.
Still, it bothered her that she could just vanish so fast.
He ran back inside, lumbering once more through the crowd, which by now had become reduced to little more than a mob scene ... and searched in vain for her shining blonde hair.
It was no where to be found.
"ANGEL!!!!!!!!!" screeched Spud.
"Aw shut-up," shouted someone close.
Spud turned and stared. By this time, the blood had started to clot and dry, and he looked even more gruesome, like he'd just risen from a mine-shaft cave in or something, and just the sight of him was enough to shut anyone up, and turn the drunkest sot sober.
Nonetheless, Spud lunged at the fool who'd opened his mouth, breaking the table in the process (it had been one of the few on the floor that hadn't already been tipped over) and while he came up with someone in his hands, he couldn't be sure that it was the offending party.
Nor could he be concerned with bothersome details like that, and so he pounded him against the edge of the table several times anyway, and when he felt a few of the guys teeth start to loosen, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his pliers that he always carried. A couple of extractions later, and he had two more additions to the necklace of teeth that he wore on full-dress occasions.
Then, he shouted, at the top of his lungs, "SATANSI!!!! UP FRONT!!!!!"
And miraculously, he was heard above the din, although the band continued to play, and the fight continued, the Stray Satans managed to extract themselves from the fray, reassemble out front and take off.
Fletch, somehow, still wore the bags.
"You didn't lose nothing, did you boy?" asked Spud, concerned.
"No. Someone called me a faggot though, and said I was carrying a purse. He lost something though."
Spud patted Retch on the back.
"Good boy."
He looked around again.
"Anyone here see Angel?"
"Yeah," said T Bird. "She ran out the back door with one of the goons that was already in there when we drove up."
"Yeah ... you get a chance to see their colors?"
"No ... but they weren't from around here, I'll tell you that."
"Yeah ... well, where ever they're from, they're not far enough away. I'm gonna find them and break their asses."
None doubted it.
Thus it was, that Spud was in a piss-poor mood when he finally got back to Carnegie Blvd., and roared up in front of the Satan's house.
He turned to Shark. "Listen," he said, "I'm getting concerned about your woman."
"Aw don't worry about Roxanne," said Shark, "shell come around."
"Yeah ... well, you just give her a little push, you hear? I want her riding with us next time we go out."
"Look Spud, she won't even talk to me.
You know what I'm saying."
"Look Shark, I don't want to hear it. IViaybe she needs a little group therapy again, you follow?"
"No ... don't do that. Please ... not yet. I want to let her get over it on her own, you know?"
"Yeah ... well, I'm getting tired of all this shit from women. I don't like it. A Stray Satan controls his women. You hear me? You fucking don't let women call the shots! You hear me? Does everyone hear me?"
Fang and Shark and T Bird and Dangle and Spark and Fletch and Doink all nodded.
Rhonda and Barb and Sheila and Ruthy and Madge all stood silently. They knew better than to open their mouths.
Spud looked at Doink. "You see that Sue-Lin comes with us next time too, you follow?'
"Yeah, sure, Spud."
No one bothered to mention that every Satan present could at the very least account for his woman's whereabouts. Every one except for himself, that is. It somehow seemed inappropriate to do so.
Inside, Spud looked around, saw that Angel hadn't come back yet, and saw also that Roxanne and Sue-Lin weren't around.
That, for some reasone, bothered him.
He pounded up the stairs.
He threw open the door to Roxanne's room, expecting to find her asleep, expecting to simply wake her up and deliver her a stern lecture.
He found nothing.
An empty room.
The bed hadn't been touched.
Spud frowned.
Something was fucked up here ... and while he couldn't put his finger on it, he knew that there was something that was very fucked up.
Sometimes you just had to trust your instincts in a situation like this.
You just had to assume that you knew what was going on, even when it was pretty plain to everyone else that you didn't. Otherwise, you might start listening to good advice, something that was always dangerous.
He looked down the hall....
He saw a light coming from one of the unused rooms ... one of the rooms with a bed in it, so people could fuck if a spare room was all that was needed, and since he knew that there weren't any unaccounted people staying at the house right now, he couldn't quite figure out why there was someone in the room. But he was quick enough to realize that there was a reason ... one that didn't. make sense, and one that he was going to investigate until it did make sense.
You couldn't put something over on old Spud. Not unless you tried real hard, and were able to dodge his hands.
He was, as has already been pointed out, feeling foul. He didn't, therefore, consider it necessary to open the door ... or, much less, to knock.
He kicked it.
Hard.
The door flew open and crashed against the wall.
And then ... oh, Lord fucking God ... what he was looking at. It just left him real speechless. And then, he got real pissed.
Sue-Lin and Roxanne had been busy.
Roxanne, writhing beneath those jagged-toothed clips for a couple of hours, now found herself at a point of suggestibility that went beyond anything she'd ever experienced before.
And then, Sue-Lin had removed the clips.
The pain of release was almost as great as the pain from the clips themselves.
She felt her nerves that spread out from her clit all lurch with the sudden absence of sensation ... and in their hungry yearning ... they seemed to be shooting blasts of pain back up through her body. Delicious pain....
Pain that she began to miss as the frayed nerve endings began to ease up ... as the pressure of the clips faded, and as she began to feel her body return to normal once more.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh...." she moaned, rolling around on the bed.
"You love it, don't you," said Sue-Lin, her voice a soothing melody of velvet hypnotic force.
"I do ... oh God ... I do...." said Roxanne. MOre ... Do more to me. Please. I need it ... Oh God, I need it so badly," she said, her eyes imploring Sue-Lin.
Sue-Lin smiled. She continued smiling, even after she'd strapped on the....
The ... my God, thought Roxanne ... what was if!
It looked at first like a cock!
But that was impossible, of course ... it was a dildo ... a strap-on dildo, and it was the most enormous thing she'd ever seen in her life.
"Oh my God," gasped Roxanne. "What are you going to do with that?"
"I'm going to prove to you," said Sue-Lin, her eyes like a cat's, glinting, sparkling, "that you need men for nothing. For absolutely nothing."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The first thing that Sue-Lin did was to secure Roxanne's hands behind her back.
Now, Roxanne, having once before had her hand's secured behind her back, found this a frightening experience.
"No ... no...." she moaned. "I don't ... please ... don't hurt me."
"Shhhhhh...." Sue-Lin soothed. "I'm not going to hurt you any more than I already have ... you loved it before ... and you'll love this. The whole point is to make certain that you can't stop it ... not that I have a chance to hurt you."
"But why would I want to stop it unless you were hurting me?"
"No so ... not so. You shouldn't worry so much ... it will be all right ... I promise you ... I'm not going to hurt you any more than a man would ... I'm going to make it feel a lot better.
It took her maybe ten seconds to finally make up her mind. It was no decision, really. There was no way that she was going to turn the girl down.
Roxanne had already been led far enough across a threshold, that she didn't really need a lot of coaxing anymore.
Sue-Lin's methods were effective. She'd completely remolded what had been to totally horrifying experience for Roxanne into something that was utterly pleasurable. And the irony of it was that without Spud's brutality of a few nights before, the girl's thoughts and psyche wouldn't have been reduced to such a suggestible state, that she would be able to be molded.
But now ... as Sue-Lin gently fastened the bonds and secured her to the bed, on her stomach, she could see that there was a slick layer of juice coming out of the girl's cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmm...." she said. "I think you're anxious to see what I've got for you, aren't you?"
"Yes ... I sure am," said Roxanne. "I really am....
She was, in fact, amazed at the extent of her own arousal. She didn't think that it was possible, not after the awful experience that she'd suffered. She had wanted to simply leave, but she didn't know where to go, what to do, or who she might turn to for help.
Sue-Lin was aware of all of this, not because they'd talked about it, but because she simply knew that such thoughts would be running through the girl's head.
She knew the extent of the terror that had been visited on Roxanne. She'd been forced to stand idly by and watch, while what she'd wanted to do, more than anything else, had been to call the full force of the Stone Mothers down on the heads of these drug-infested cretins, and give them the beating that they deserved.
But she'd held her tongue and kept her peace, and watched as Roxanne had been reduced to a frightened blob ... a quivering mass ... an autistic child ... ready to be brought back out into the world ... ready to be dealt with in a new way, ready to be changed into a new being ... a new woman ... a woman who no longer needed men.
Sue-Lin had endured three months in this chamber of horrors, and now, she sensed that her term was coming to a close. Her work was approaching closure, she was about to succeed....
Unless she missed her guess, she was going to be escaping this place, and with one of their women accompanying her.
She gazed now at those trembling buttocks.
She felt the dildo that she was wearing. It was made of an almost life-like soft rubber ... stiff enough, however, to easily penetrate any orifice on her body....
And wide enough, and long enough to make damn certain she felt it up inside her.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh...." Roxanne gasped, as the head of the dildo touched her crack.
Sue-Lin pressed a bit harder, and Roxanne's ass immediately raised up into the air.
She felt the girl's asshole. It was clenched tightly shut, and as Sue-Lin reached down beneath the rubber dildo and touched the ring of muscle with her fingers, she could feel that it was quivering from tension and arousal.
She let her fingers slide further down, to her cunt ... and as she began to massage Roxanne's clit, letting her fingers slip up inside her cunt hole, she pressed again with the dildo, spreading some of Roxanne's cunt juice over the muscle, working some of it up inside her asshole.
She was moaning, she was groaning, and she was writhing beneath the girl on the bed.
Sue-Lin kept her fingers at Roxanne's cunt, working hard against that stiff clit, slipping her fingers in and out of that wet, slimy cunt.
Roxanne was moaning ... loudly now. She was jerking wildly, gasping for breath, finding it harder and harder to breathe in between the spasms of her muscles.
"You like that, don't you?"
"I ... I ... yes ... oh God, yes ... I love it."
"Do you want more?"
"Yes ... please ... give me more ... I want to feel it."
"Do you want to feel your asshole split wide open."
There was a moment of silence ... and then she began to writhe beneath Sue-Lin again, raising her buttocks, pressing against the dildo.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh...."
Sue-Lin felt the first yielding of the muscle around the girl's anus.
She felt the head of the thing press a bit deeper into the girl's body, splitting the ring of muscle a little wider.
Roxanne's body began to shake and shudder.
She pressed harder.
The girl's body shook harder.
"Oh, God ... I can feel it...." she moaned.
"Can you? Can you feel it. Tell me what you feel."
"I feel you pushing into me ... Oh God ... it feels so good ... it ... it's so big ... I feel you stretching me ... I can't stand it ... I really can't stand it ... It's so big ... it's so big ... so big ... so big...."
"How big is it," asked Sue-Lin. "Ohhhhhhh...."
"Tell me," said the Oriental girl, leaning into Roxanne's body even further. "Tell me. Tell me what you feel."
"It's ... it's ... it's ... like I'm opening up."
"You are, dear. You're opening up wide ... you're going to open all the way up ... and you're going to love it."
The dildo was still having a hard time getting past Roxannes asshole. She felt it pressing against the ring of muscle, but there was no yielding ... no give. The muscle was still clenched shut too tightly.
Sue-Lin pressed her fingertips against Roxanne's asshole.
She began to massage the muscle, licking them first with her tongue to make them slick and slippery, and bringing the fingers of her other hand up from the girl's cunt, spreading them around the muscle.
She was squirming, moaning ... writhing, and gasping all the while ... and then as she slid a finger, and then two inside her asshole, Roxanne's entire body went rigid.
"Oh, oh oh my God!" she gasped.
"You feel that, don't you?"
"Oh ... yes ... yes ... yes ... yes...."
"Do you feel this as well?" asked Sue-Lin, slipping another linger in her asshole.
"Oh ... GOD!!!"
Sue-Lin was slowly pulling on the circle of muscle ... pulling gently, but firmly, coaxing it apart ... forcing it to open ... forcing it to spread....
She placed the tip of the dildo at the opening to Roxanne's asshole again, and this time, as she pulled her fingers out, she pressed harder with the dildo, and this time, she felt the tip slip up inside, before the membranes could close back around the shaft again.
"Ohhhhhhhhlihhhhh...." gasped Roxanne, her whole body reacting.
Sue-Lin began to push harder, harder, harder, harder ... and then, just as it felt like Roxanne's body was going to split wide open, she pulled back.
The girl's ass was greasy and well lubricated.
As Sue-Lin's fingers played around her cunt, she could feel that there was plenty of lubrication there as well. Juice flowed like water from a spring.
She slowly began to press forward again with the dildo ... slowly, carefully ... never letting the pressure ease off, yet, maintaining a constant, steady movement, one that never felt to Roxanne like she was jerking forward, or anything like that.
Deeper ... deeper ... deeeper....
Roxanne began to cry out.
"Oh ... yes ... yes ... It's filling me ... it's filling me ... I'm feeling it ... it's filling me so full. Oh God ... I can't stand it. I really can't stand it. It's just filling all of me. It really is. All of me ... Deeper, deeper ... GOD, I'm going to split wide open."
"Shhhh ... take it easy," said Sue-Lin, laughing. "You're going to be fine. Trust me."
"Oh ... it's big ... it's too big ... it's hurting ... it's hurting...."
"I know ... doesn't it feel wonderful? Hmmmm, doesn't it feel delicious. Don't you love it when your body is pushed so hard ... when you're pushed beyond your limits? Hmmm? Isn't it delicious."
She continued to push the dildo farther and farther into Roxanne's ass, the entire time that she was speaking.
She could feel the sides of the girl's ass closing around the dildo, pressing against it ... she could tell that the muscles and the membranes were tight, narrow ... that the dildo was stretching them unmercifully ... harder ... harder ... harder....
But there was a subtle shift in the soun d of Roxanne's moaning and groaning, as well.
She began to feel more and more pleasure oozing out of the girl's body, and as she continued to speak to her in that soft ... soothing voice ... she knew that she was managing to slip up beneath the girl's skin ... that she was burrowing her way beneath Roxanne's conscious thoughts ... that she was once again controlling her ... that the soft voice she was using was shorting out her normal channels of resistance, and now, she was finally coming to be completely under Sue-Lin's control.
"You love it ... you love it."
No longer was it a question. No answer was necessary, and she knew it. The phrase was now a statement of fact, and by her silence, Roxanne admitted it.
"I know you love it. Tell me. Tell me that you love it."
"Of course I love it. What do you think? I ... I ... I ... GOD!!!"
Deeper and deeper.
She pulled out again, but this time, instead of merely lying passively beneath her, Roxanne raised up with her buttocks, pressing her hips as hard against her as she possibly could.
"You want more, do you?"
"Oh yes! Yes! Please! Give me more!!"
She was shaking, shuddering now ... she was half out of her mind ... she was already halfway between here and there ... and there wasn't a soul on earth who could have said where there was ... or cared.
It was just that she was leaving this world ... she was floating ... she was drifting....
The deeper Sue-Lin plowed that dildo into her ass, the harder she responded.
"More ... more ... more ... more...." she gasped over and over.
"It's coming ... believe me. It's coming...."
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... yes...." she cried out as she pressed her hips upwards again and again into Sue-Lin's crotch.
"I need it!!!! I need it!!! I want it!!! More!! More!! More!!"
"You want more, do you?"
Sue-Lin, without another word, suddenly pulled the dildo all the way out of Roxanne's ass, where she'd had it buried almost the entire length, and immediately slammed it against the girl's cunt.
It didn't hit the hole, and instead smashed aimlessly against that small island of flesh that was between her cunt and her ass.
"OUCH!!! OH THAT...."
"Did it hurt?" asked Sue-Lin.
"No ... not exactly. But...."
But Sue-Lin was listening no longer. She had adjusted for her faulty aim and now had the tip of the dildo pressed right against the opening to the girl's pussy.
"Hold on," she said softly, and began to press.
She felt the juices of Roxanne's aroused cunt spreading quickly over the surface of the rubber dildo.
It started to slide in.
She could feel her hole enlarging. She could feel the shaft embedding itself into her.
Deeper, deeper ... Roxanne screaming now ... but not in pain ... she was screaming from the sheer ecstasy of the situation.
Sue-Lin pulled out ... almost all the way out ... letting the top play around at the opening to her cunt ... and then she slammed it hard into her again.
"Raise yourself up," she instructed, and as Roxanne did so, Sue-Lin grasped her by the nipples ... she closed her fingers hard around them, pulling ... almost tearing them off.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" she screamed.
"You feel that, don't you."
"Oh ... yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... yes...." she gasped in reply.
Deeper, deeper ... burying it steadily, slowly, but inevitably in her cunt.
"Yes ... oh yes," moaned Roxanne. "Fill me up ... make me feel it. Stretch me."
Sue-Lin thought to herself, you'll feel it, my darling sister, when I get you back there ... when I get you back to the mistress Desira ... when my sister Juliana starts to work on you ... you will most assuredly feel it ... and when you do, I promise you ... you shall be transformed.
She plowed back through Roxanne's cunt, all the way this time.
She didn't wait for anything ... refused to allow mere friction to stand in the way of her progress.
She shoved hard ... pressing onward, filling the inner cavity of Roxanne's cunt completely ... until she felt the tip pressing against the back wall ... stretching the thin elastic membrane all the way ... stretching it until Roxanne was forced to scream in agony "Enough!!! No more! I can't take any more."
But Sue-Lin merely laughed.
"Shhhhhhhh ... you don't have any idea what you can take, my dear."
And incredibly, she not only kept the dildo in Roxanne's cunt, but she continued to push ... harder and harder, until the girl was screaming continually, without pause.
"No...!" she gasped. "Please ... no more."
"You'll take more," Sue-Lin whispered with velvetine softness, "and you'll love it."
And at last, she felt her pubic hair touching Roxanne's buttocks....
She had the dildo buried in as deeply as it would go ... and she held it there, feeling the pressure from all sides of Roxanne't unt, as the membranes and tissues screamed for release.
She finally gave it to her ... pulling back as far as she could ... pulling all the way out ... pulling on the dildo until she actually felt the tip fall from between Roxanne's pussy lips.
And then, without missing a beat, she slammed it back into her cunt again.
By this time, the lips were fully distended, and the hole was clearly visible to Sue-Lin....
She simply shoved with all her force back against Roxanne's cunt, once more burying the thing deeply inside Roxanne's steaming cunt ... spreading her juices further around.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh...." she screamed, moaning again and again, not even matching her moans to strokes of the dildo, for the thing was far to wide, and far too long for Sue-Lin to manage any kind of steady strokes with. Wasn't it? Well ... perhaps ... and then again ... perhaps not.
She pulled it back out ... and once more she slammed it back into her cunt....
Out and in ... out and in ... moving a little faster now.
Finding that her cunt might be just a little bit dry, she placed her lips down to the opening and licked through that slippery slit with her tongue, making sure that she left a heavy deposit of her saliva along the opening.
When she shoved the dildo against Roxanne's cunt-hole again, the friction was much much less, and the full length of the shaft slid all the way into her cunt.
"Oh ... yes ... God, yes ... fuck me with it ... I can feel it. I can feel it," gasped Roxanne.
Sue-Lin gripped her tits even more tightly now, pulling on those tight little nipples as if they were holding her on the girl's back.
She pulled hard, arching Roxanne's back in the process ... pulled, pinched, twisted, yanked, tugged, pressed, pushed....
If it could be done to tits, Sue-Lin did it to Roxanne's, and all the while, the girl continued to moan and groan.
Now Sue-Lin got nasty.
She started to slam that dildo all the way through Roxanne's cunt, plowing a straight and steady furrow through the mushy membranes of her pussy, and no sooner did she reach the bottom, she would pull it back out, only to slam it all the way back into her again.
In and out ... In and out. Faster and faster. Harder and harder Deeper and deeper.
Again and again and again and again, and again.
She could feel that the girl was growing more and more enflamed, that with every stroke, her nipples were growing stiff ... more and more erect, and that there was more and more juice....
She was moaning and groaning now without let-up, growing louder and louder all the while.
"Yes ... yes ... yes ... yes., yes ... Oh God, I'm coming, I'm coming ... I'm going to come ... I can feel it ... here it is ... I'm coming ... I'm coming...."
As Roxanne was screaming now, so loud that Sue-Lin was convinced she'd never hear anything else ... she heard something outside that told her that-soon, she'd be able to stop what she was doing.
The point to all this was finally coming around.
She heard them coming back.
The roar of their bikes could be heard from a far distance ... all the way down Carnegie Boulevard, and as they drew nearer, Sue-Lin continued to pull on Roxanne's tits, trying to make certain that she wouldn't be distracted by anything outside.
She plowed that hard dildo again and again into her cunt, and Roxanne continued to scream ... again and again....
Thus, when the door finally slammed open, and Spud was standing there, his jaw hanging down to his feet, Roxanne was shocked, frightened and immediately shaken by uncontrollable trembling, but Sue-Lin was ready.
She started to stand up, and then, when she saw the look on Spud's face, she couldn't help herself.
She started to laugh.
"Tell me my eyes are not seeing what they see," Spud muttered. Sue-Lin kept laughing.
"DOINK If screamed Spud. "Get your ass up here, buddy, and check out your woman."
Roxanne was starting to cry now.
"My God ... look what you've done."
Sue-Lin still laughed, unable to control herself.
"You fucking slut whore lesbian turdball," muttered Spud, glancing down the hallway. "DOINK!!!" he screamed again. "I said get up here."
Sue-Lin, slowly removing the dildo, sauntered across the room.
Spud regarded her with something akin to revulsion.
"You stay away from me," he grumbled, half scared of her. He'd had enough troubles with women this evening.
Sue-Lin, nonetheless, moved closer and closer.
Spud was staring at her, trying to figure out what it was that made someone like her tick.
She smiled again, and reached up to his face.
"Spud, darling ... you really have to stop being such a hard nose, and such an asshole. It's not nice."
"What the hell are you saying, you cunt!"
He didn't need this kind of grief from a broad ... that was for damn certain.
She was still smiling, when she lashed out with her bare foot ... and Spud, as he felt the heel burrow its way deep into his groin said to himself ... right ... all them slopehead gooks know that shit.
Then he puked, and then he passed out.
"Come ... come ... hurry, you have to come now...."
Roxanne could only look on, uncomprehendingly. "I don't...."
"The time to make our escape is now," said Sue-Lin.
"Escape ... I don't understand...." said Roxanne. staring down at the inert form of Spud, whose legs were giving an occasional, sickening twitch.
"Now! The time is now!" Sue-Lin yelled. If we don't hurry, we're going to be trapped. Safety is near. But we must run."
"But I've no clothes on."
"No matter ... we have to run."
And run they did. Later, Roxanne was to recall the flight down throught the house as a strange, surreal dream ... there was danger threatening on all sides ... but there was nothing that was going to interfere....
They all glanced up, curious, when the two naked women streaked through the downstairs, but there was too much interest in breaking into the stash and getting properly fucked up for anyone to put things together.
"It's Roxanne and Sue-Lin," someone muttered. "They're naked. Wonder where they're going." , "Who knows. Who cares...."
And then, they were out in the night.
"But ... " Roxanne protested ... "we can't run around naked ... we can't."
She remembered, however, that Sue-Lin was apparently convinced that they most definitely could ... without a doubt. She was flying now ... down the streets, usually deserted anyway at this time of night.
But there were sounds of strange people in hidden shadows all around them ... hissed voiced calling strange, threatening words ... ominous shadows about to turn human ... and they ran ... down the sidewalks ... over the rubble strewn lots ... the two of them, naked, barefoot, at the mercy of the city.
Roxanne cut her foot ... and then she cut it again....
"Where are we going?"
"Shhhhhhhhh. Just run. We're almost there."
And then, true to her word, they rounded a corner, and Sue-Lin called out, "Up here. This way!"
The raced to a doorway, and Sue-Lin managed, somehow, to open it."
"You didn't even have a key."
"It doesn't open with a key," she said, mysteriously.
And then, they were inside ... and for the first time, she felt safe ... strangely safe and protected.
And then, Sue-Lin said, "Come on ... quickly ... this way."
And they moved through the corridors, up a stairway ... and as they rounded a corner, they saw....
Oh my God, thought Roxanne, this is insane. For there, beneath a woman, another woman was licking her cunt ... licking it for all that she was worth.
And as she licked, the woman whipped her ... harder and harder ... harder and harder....
CHAPTER EIGHT
"What's going on?" asked Roxanne, shocked at the scene.
Sue-Lin quickly took in the situation and hastily told Roxanne to calm down.
"We have to be quiet," she said, "or else we'll ruin the effect."
The whip steadily raised up, and then fell, again and again. Roxanne stared at the broken body of the girl. She appeared to have been through hell several times over.
"What's going on here?" she asked again, ignoring Sue-Lin's admonition to be quiet.
Sue-Lin turned to her and said "I'm not going to tell you again, Roxanne, you have to be quiet, or else it's going to go very badly for you ... and for me.
"Sue-Lin...." Roxanne began aagain, but then she noticed that one of the girls turned around with a thoroughly annoyed look on her face. There was something about that look that made Roxanne reluctant to go further. Whatever it was that she'd seen there, she didn't want to deal with it again. For anything.
But that still left the twisted horror in the middle of the room. She recalled Su-Lin's velvetine voice ... the talk of pain ... of its beauty ... of the delicate caresses of the whip ... of the clamps ... she tried somehow to remember that at the time it had made sense ... that it had appeared to her to be the truth ... the one true way ... if indeed there was any true way.
Now, she wondered ... could this be the logical outcome of such twisted reasoning? Could this possibly be what was waiting for her? Could this possibly be the reason that she had run from the Stray Satans ... just so that she could be sent back here ... to face God knows what....
It made no sense.
She was still naked, as was Sue-Lin, but so were the other women in the room, all of them, gathered around the two in the center.
It was like some horrifying voo-doo ritual ... something out of the occult or some twisted black magic ritual ... she didn't know what was happening ... she didn't really understand Sue-Lin's relationship to these women ... only that whatever strange hold she'd managed to exert on her back at the house, while seeming totally normal and reasonable then, was nothing more than a cloud of confusion in her mind now.
What was she doing here?
And, more important, how could she get back?
She turned her gaze to the two women in the center of the room, deciding that she'd have to postpone any real decisions until later.
She found herself captivated by the scene, despite her initial revulsion.
The woman with the whip had her legs spread, wide.
Roxanne focused her vision directly on her clitoris, which was stiff and swollen, more than any she could remember seeing or feeling in her entire life.
The girl's mouth was working fast, chewing, slurping, sucking....
She watched as the girl's expert technique created some effects that she found herself wanting to experience.
The girl began slowly to draw in one of the woman's cunt-lips into her mouth, sucking gently, pulling it further and further.
She then slid her tongue back out of her mouth, pressing it against the tip of the woman's clit.
She started to fire her tongue at that swollen clit, while managing at the same time to keep the woman's cunt lip stretched inside her mouth. This stretching had the effect of tightening the bed of hot, pink tissue that lie beneath her clit and pressed that tiny, engorged bud of nerves up higher and higher at the same time.
She was shaking now, both from what appeared to be a massive flow of juice pouring out of the woman's body, and at the same time, the continuing strokes of the whip.
Roxanne was able now to get a much better look at that whip.
"My God," she muttered under her breath when she finally was able to see exactly what it was ... and what it was capable of doing.
The woman raised her arm and brought it back down again and agian, harder and harder, but keeping the pace steady. She was almost going slow ... not wanting to hurry, letting each stroke sink into the nerve endings before following it up with another.
The girl's breasts and her stomach were turning a bright red.
The tips of the whip seemed to have minute tips ... what they were fashioned out of, Roxanne couldn't see, but they were effectively ripping the girl's flesh.
Up ... down ... the loud crack sounding wetly through the room from the contact with the layers of blood....
She was moving the whip lower each time that she brought it across the girl's body.
She was coming closer and closer to the girl's cunt ... ripping the tips through her pubic bush, down further ... further....
Still, her mouth worked furiously against the woman's cunt. Roxanne could see her tongue moving straight up into her hole ... deeper and deeper and deeper....
"Yes," the woman said at last. Roxanne was shocked to hear her voice. It had the sound of metal ... it was almost like a machine.
"What's going on," she whispered to Sue-Lin, unwilling to be put off this time.
Sue-Lin turned to her, studying her face.
Roxanne once again tried to remember what it was that she'd seen in the girl back at the house of the Stray Satans ... but she couldn't remember what it was.
She did know one thing. There was definitely something now that wasn't there before.
She'd been having a little difficulty identifying it, until she heard that one word from the woman's throat.
And then she realized what it was.
They were machine-like.
She couldn't find anything human in her eyes.
Sue-Lin ... so soft, and gentle, so hypnotically seductive with her touch of velvet and her silken smooth voice back at the Satan's den, now seemed rapidly to be taking on the same characteristics.
She was....
The word was cruel. Roxanne had thought of her as exotic.
As kinky.
As innovative.
As interesting.
As opening new doors.
Now, she thought of her as cruel.
Spud had been cruel too ... but there was at least a human quality to his cruelty. You could read real emotions behind his actions, and at some point, you might actually be able to get underneath those emotions ... there wasn't much possibility of that here.
Sue-Lin was still studying her face. "You want to know what's going on?"
"Yes," said Roxanne.
"An initiation. She's a new member."
For some reason, that really made Roxanne tremble.
"You're not serious!" she said.
"Shhhhhhh...." said Sue-Lin, smiling. It was one of the coldest smiles that Roxanne had ever seen in her life.
The woman with the whip was speaking again.
"Yes...." she said, a cold metallic density in her voice that chilled Roxanne to the center of her body, "you are doing a splendid job. Do not stop. Continue. Continue until I tell you that you can stop. Or until you drop."
The girl pressed her face deeper into the woman's cunt.
The whip rose, it fell, it rose, it fell ... again, and again, and again.
Harder.
Harder.
Harder.
Harder.
Roxanne tried to close her ears to the wet cracking sound of the whip striking bloody, broken flesh.
She wanted to turn her eyes away from the hideous red glow.
It was impossible, however.
The sight was far too captivating.
She felt almost compelled to watch ... as if she was rooted there to the floor, and her eyes were incapable of turning in her head.
Up and down went the woman's powerful arm.
Again and again, and again, and again. She was cruel ... she was vicious ... she was a monster.
She was also seductive to a sickening degree....
And Roxanne found that no matter how she tried, she couldn't take her eyes off the woman's body ... her hips, her breasts ... her open cunt....
Between her thighs, she felt a strange tingling. Her own pussy was growing hot and wet ... her clit was starting to swell, to stiffen ... and she wanted to feel it touched.
She wanted to feel more and more.
Once again, she recalled the clamps at her nipples ... the clamp at her clit.
That had been a strange feeling.
It was a sensation the memory of which filled her with a deep seated dread, and yet, she found also that she somehow, strangely, wanted to feel it again.
It was almost mystical in the way that she found it compelling.
She suddenly realized that the whipping was over.
The woman stood, and held out her hand to the bloody girl.
"Rise," she said. The girl stqod shakily on weak legs.
"I, Desira, inform you now, that according to the dicatates of the Stone Mothers ... you are welcomed into our sisterhood, on a provisional basis. ... and that, depending on your ability to develope, to grow, and to assume the way of life to which we all subscribe, you are made a sister, and a member of our group."
There was no sound.
No applause.
The girl's face registered no emotion.
She merely looked at the woman, who had said that her name was Desira ... and then, tottering, she started to fall.
Desire reached out and held her.
"Christina, Rula ... come ... quickly, help."
Sue-Lin ran to the center of the room.
Desira saw her, and there was a look of shock and surprise on her face, but as Sue-Lin whispered in her ear, the woman's face slowly broke into a cold grin, and she nodded.
They removed the girl to the side, and several women gathered around her to assist her.
Desira looked back to where Sue-Tin was pointing ... at her! At Roxanne!
No ... thought Roxanne. It cannot be.
Desira was walking toward her.
"My dear ... Sue-Lin has just told me. I am so pleased. I think you will find us utterly more acceptable than the life you once led."
She held out her hand.
Roxanne flinched.
"Roxanne," Sue-Lin said, sounding a note of warning with the tone of her voice.
"Don't worry, my dear," said Desira, turning to Sue-Lin. "There will be plenty of time. Plenty. In fact, I think that perhaps a preliminary welcome ceremony might be in order."
"As you wish, Mother Desira." Roxanne felt like she was in a strange dream.
The women were gathering into a circle again ... Roxanne stared, turned around wondering which way was out ... she couldn't recall the corridors that they'd followed to get here ... and she couldn't have found her way out, if she'd been forced to.
But that made none of the following any easier to accept.
Desira was speaking.
Sue-Lin was standing right next to Roxanne, her arm around her shoulder.
She leaned over and whispered to Roxanne, "Don't be afraid. Just remember all the things that I told you." Don't be afraid!?
All the things that she'd been told!?
Most of the things that she'd been told had to do with the joy of pain....
Pain!!!! What were they getting ready to do.
She realized that Desira was talking about her ... that she was gesturing in her, Roxanne's, direction. Sue-Lin's grip tightened. Other hands were on her now....
"No...." cried out Roxanne.
There was a gentle ripple of mirth. Isn't that cute, they seemed to be saying. She's frightened. What a pity. She'll get over it.
They carried her to the center of the room, and Roxanne was shocked to see that despite the fact that she wasn't hurt, nor had she done anything more strenuous that run from the Satan's den, she had virtually no power, or will, to resist. None.
She simply couldn't do it.
Desira reached her hand out ... her eyes were holding Roxanne's gaze.
"Relax," she said, a taunting tone in her voice. Relax, she seemed to be saying, if you are foolish enough to dare.
"Relax ... no harm will befall you."
Her arm reached farther, farther ... coming closer ... she touched Roxanne on the neck.
In that moment. Roxanne, seized by something she couldn't explain, reacted. She jerked back, trying to evade the woman's touch.
But Desira held her firmly.
She pulled her closer and closer to her breasts ... those two delicious mounds of flesh ... bobbing merrily from her perfect body.
"Kiss me. Kiss my breasts. Suck them. Suck me, my dear ... suck your mother."
There was a hypnotic quality to her voice, much as there had been with Sue-Lin. What was it about these people?
Whatever it was, Roxanne found herself forced to open her mouth ... unable to resist, was more like it.
She came closer ... closer ... tightened her lips around the woman's nipple ... and she began to suck.
There was an immediate surge of revulsion, but one that was quickly beaten down ... one that was quickly stifled.
She continued to suck ... tasting it all the more ... it was comforting ... in a twisted, bizarre sort of way ... it was ... it was ... like nursing at your mother's breast....
She sucked and she sucked and she sucked....
And she felt the room fading away ... for a moment ...-until, suddenly, there was a noise. Wood splintering.
There was a loud racket, a commotion ... she heard the sounds of concern coming from the assembled women.
What was happening?
Then, she heard voices.
Male voices.
The Satans!!! She recognized Spud's voice at the front.
They were coming.
They were coming to rescue her. To take her back.
But she wasn't sure that she wanted to go.
She was confused.
But there wasn't a lot of time to decide, because there were footsteps now.
And they were coming closer. Much closer.
CHAPTER NINE
Desira looked around with a violent sneer of hatred.
"Sue-Lin," she screamed, "you have led the asshole right to our door. You could have been a bit more careful."
"They had no way of knowing."
"My dear ... clothed as you were, there wouldn't have been much difficulty in finding which way you went."
"I told you, we were in desperate trouble ... we had to leave, and immediately. There was no other alternative."
"Somehow, I find that just a little difficult to believe."
"Seriously, I wouldn't lie."
"I don't accuse you of lying. Only of exercising miserable judgement." She looked at Roxanne.
"Come with me ... we will hide you. At least they won't have that victory."
"They will have no victory," said Sue-Lin firmly. "They are drug laden fools, incapable of the simplest acts of coordination."
"That's not true," said Roxanne, still unsure whose side she was on. "They are mean motherfuckers ... if you want to know the truth. They can fight blind drunk, and they usually win."
"They won't beat us. You see, we never have the option of barroom fighting. That is a style that our sex, and our size, simply will not allow. We have different methods."
A heavy boot crashed against the door.
"Open up in there, you worthless lesbian sluts you!!!! Come on!!! Open up!!! It's going to go bad for you, no matter what. You might as well face it now."
"Get her out of here," Desira said to Sue-Lin. "I don't want them to find her here."
"No...." said Roxanne, feeling the resistance well up in her throat even before she understood where it came from.
"I said get her out of here," said Desira. "I don't want them to find her here. '
"What am I," demanded Roxanne. "A pawn? Are you just playing a sick game with me?"
Desira stared at Sue-Lin in astonishment. "I would have thought you would have prepared her more completely than this. I'm rather disappointed in you, my dear."
"But ... you see...."
"No ... I don't see."
Desira turned to Roxanne. "You should never speak out of turn, my dear. It's not healthy."
"What do you mean, it's not healthy! I don't owe you anything."
A shocked look crossed Desira's features. She was starting to shake. The boot was kicking against the door with fierce regularity now.
"Open up, you lezzie slits. Come on ... open up."
Roxanne heard the door splinter. She recognized the voice. "FANG!!!!!" she screamed. "IT'S ME ... ROXANNE!!!! Help me!!!!!"
Desira slapped her across the face ... so hard, she saw stars.
"Wha...." she said, collapsing. "I don't know ... I don't know...."
Desira now kicked her. Right in the stomach, and she kicked her again, right between her cunt lips.
The pain shot back up through Roxanne's body, a blast that was so furious, she almost at once blacked out. There's simply been too much stress ... too much pain.
Desira looked down at the girl.
"You know what to do with her," she said to Sue-Lin. "I want her to be broken by the time we finish this little mess."
"Yes, Mother, as you wish," said Sue-Lin, dragging Roxanne's body out of the room.
At that moment, just as Sue-Lin got around the corner, the other door splintered the last, and the door crashed open. It tore off it's hinges, and in marched Fang and T-Bird. They stared at Desira, who, snarling, attacked them with a fury. And the battle was pitched.
Spud wandered from room to room. No matter what he found, he destroyed it.
There was a televison in one room, and furniture. The television he reduced to bits of glass, and furniture he pissed on ... and anything else, he splintered.
He was pissed, and when he was pissed, damn, but it sure felt good to break things.
But what he really wanted was to get his hands on those two cunts.
One of them was a fucking traitor. Hell, they both were ... but Roxanne, she was a traitor that a guy could understand.
She'd only fucked around.
That was something that any girl did, and you could deal with that. Beat them hard enough, maybe break their nose once in a while, they'd finally learn to close up those slick little thighs of theirs unless it was you who was knocking. You could train a cunt like that.
But that slope slut, Sue-Lin. Now, there was something else again. Of course, he'd been real unsettled from the first day that Doink had brought her into the house.
He remembered ... he'd woken up one morning, and there she was, right where she'd passed out ... a cock in each hand, one laying right beside her mouth, and Doink's shriveled up little wang right there between her legs.
Yep, he'd told himself. Just about what you'd expect from a slope. They were nothing but fucking machines ... but damn, they were like cats. You couldn't ever really tame them. They'd smile pretty at-you, and they'd do all kinds of things to you, and the minute someone else said "Pussy, pussy," they were going, spreading their legs for whatever cock was there to be stuffed up between them.
No ... Spud had a healthy disrespect for Slopes ... he didn't trust them, and he didn't like them in the house.
But Doink had wanted her ... and that was good enough for Spud ... at the time.
There never really had been much friendship between them ... however. She'd been cute ... and sweet, and polite ... but that was just a slope's way of making you think they were harmless. There was something else about her that really bothered him ... something that he couldn't put his finger on ... until she'd given him that kick in the balls, and set him straight. The fucking bitch. What the hell did she think she was trying to pull ... anyway?
She'd fucking known exactly what to do ... too. And now that he thought about it, here he was, wandering through this fucking pig-pen of a slut motel, and he wasn't even sure that this was the place.
After all, if there really had been infiltration, then, it was grounds for war, no matter that they were just sluts and queer girls and all ... no matter what the fuck they were, it was grounds for war ... by God. And it was going to be won right here and now.
But what if that slope bitch and Roxanne had just decided that they were queer for each other? Hmmmmm? What then?
Well ... these whores were still a bunch of Slut-Queen-Queer bitches ... and that-meant that sooner or later, the Stray Satans were going to have to tangle with them, because he knew about the Stone Mothers. They were nasty. They picked fights wherever they went, and they won a lot more of them than they lost.
So ... all things considered, there was a positive side to this little engagement no matter how you looked at it.
Even if they didn't achieve their primary objective, they'd still have a damn good time wiping out these cunts.
It was going to have to be done anyway, and they might as well have the element of surprise working for them.
But ... what if ... what if....
No ... he wasn't thinking clearly enough to go on. He couldn't quite stumble his way to a clear 'what if, to save his life. One 'what if that he might have done well to consider would have been the very real possibility that Sue-Lin's ability with her feet in-relation to his balls had very little to do with her oriental heritage, and quite a bit to do with the fact that she was a Stone Mother ... and that they might all be that adept at hand-to-hand combat. Or foot to ball. Depending on how careless he got.
But no ... he wasn't in the mood to consider this possibility ... and that was something that he wasn't even aware of as he continued to lumber from room to room, tearing things up ... ripping things off the walls, emptying dresser drawers, breaking anything that was made of glass, splintering anything that was made of wood, and pissing on anything that was made of cloth.
That was the beautiful thing about beer at a time like this. He'd tanked up on about a six-pack or two, just before leaving, one, to kill the pain in his balls, and two, to make sure that he'd keep his attitude in the right direction. But here was an added benefit.
He'd go ahead and empty his bladder on a bed, and then, just about the time he made it into the next room, after ruining whatever he'd found in the previous room, here it would be, time to piss again. Beer, he thought to himself ... the drink that keeps on giving.
He kicked a locked door, and went piling inside.
Okay, he thought later, that was a mistake. But how was he to know that there was a nest of naked cunts inside, just waiting for his ass? No way at all.
But damn, just about the time he realized that it was darker than the inside of an asshole, the sluts were all over him.
Screams, screeches, fists, hand chops, and feet all blasted over the broad surface of his body at once.
Fortunately, for him, he was fairly numb by this time, and his nerves just weren't working all that well. In other words, where as a normal man would have already been either unconscious or dead by this time, his brain simply unable to cope with the dizzying mass of sensations charging through his nerves from the various points of attack, Spud's nerves hadn't really gotten around to even delivering the entire message yet.
He just didn't let things like woman on the rampage bother him all that much.
He did, also fortunately for him, have the presence of mind to quickly close up his legs, making sure that his tender balls would suffer no further indignities ... but the rest of his body was more or less out there, exposed, and at the mercy of whatever they could throw at it.
They weren't ready for him though.
He weathered their blows for a while, and then he calmly lumbered back over to the doorway.
Light switches are almost alway by the doorway, he told himself. That's so you could turn them on, in a dark room, before you went inside.
Too bad he hadn't thought of that earlier, he muttered to himself.
But, too late, wasn't necessarily the end, and he quickly found it.
The light flooded the room, and that was almost as bad as all these women buzzing around him like they were a swarm of insects trying to give him some kind of weird disease or something, because damn it! the light hurt. He hated sudden lights that were unexpected.
He couldn't see, was the problem.
But that didn't mean his arms wouldn't work, and so he swung them into action, mowing a couple of bodies down in the process.
That enable him to focus more clearly on the four or five who were still glued to him like leeches. He felt teeth sinking into his ear.
His ear! For Christ sake! Was nothing sacred.
He reached up and ripped her off of his back, and held her out in front of him.
Beautiful tits, he thought to himself, watching them shake and jiggle.
What a waste of a woman's body. What a tragic waste. She would have made one hot fuck, he thought to himself, but she'd chosen the wrong fucking trail, and there didn't seem to be much that he could do about it, except to fucking give her the same treatment that she'd given him.
He stuck one of those big, floppy tits in his mouth, and Lord God help her sorry soul, he bit down just as hard as he could.
"OWWWWWW!!" she squealed, squirming and wiggling in the most delicious way.
Well now, that set his brain to working some more.
There was something about the way that she was squirming and wiggling, and it just made him want to feel all that good, gooey body movement through her cunt, with his cock.
That, of course, meant that he was going to have to dispose of all these pests hanging around his legs, and trying to kick him in the balls, so, the first thing he did was to slap the first girl silly enough to keep her from running out on him till he was ready for her, and then he turned his attention to the rest.
They sure knew how to get under a guy's skin, he could sure say that for them.
He was starting to get fucking annoyed, which is why he elected to not play with them or anything, which is something he'd do sometimes, you know, sort of play with someone before he killed them.
He just went ahead and waded right into the middle of the lot of them, and just started to fucking mow them down with those big fists of his.
The sluts never knew what hit them. At one point, a voice asked him, Spud ... is this what you want to be doing with your life? Beating up on women?
He didn't take more than a couple of seconds to come up with the answer.
Damn straight.
Once they were all calmed down good and proper like that ... he turned back to the first one.
To his immense satisfaction, he saw that she was once again conscious. Pretty difficult to get a girl to wiggle and squirm underneath you when they're out cold, as he'd found out on numerous occasions.
He whipped out the old tool, gave it a couple of hard, stiff strokes, and marched over to her.
"Hey, you sweet little pussy you ... spread 'em. Pappa's gonna convert your ass. One way or the other."
Then he laughed. Just settled back and gave out with a nice big belly laugh. It felt good. He belched and that felt good too.
Then he reached down and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up onto her feet.
She was shaky, and didn't quite know what was going on, but she responded fairly well, all things considered.
She was staring at him, a look of horror on her face.
He reached between her legs and scooped himself up a handful of her cunt, and as you might have expected from a lezzie, she felt real good and firm and tight.
"Ain't had too many cocks up there, have you darling?"
Her eyes widened. She started to realize what he had in mind.
That just thrilled Spud all the more because it meant that she was squirming and wiggling even harder this time.
He slammed his fingers into her cunt, and then, satisfied that tight or not, she was good and wet, he picked her up by her armpits, and rammed his hips up against her stomach.
Then, moving her around till he located the tip of his cock with her cunt, he started to jam her down onto him.
"No ... no ... no ... no ... no...." she moaned, trying to fight.
There was no way that she was going to subdue him, though.
He pulled the tight little lezzie off ofliis cock and dropped her to the floor, where she crumpled up without any further movement. He noticed that there was blood all over his cock, but figured she'd heal in time.
"Come on," he said, clapping Shark on the back. "Let's go find her and bring her back."
"Thanks, Spud ... I really appreciate that."
"I fucking well hope you do, damn it."
Suddenly, Fang met them. "I heard her," he said, breathlessly. "I saw her. There's some mean-assed bitch up there though. Took me a long time to break her down. Let me tell you."
"Come on, let's go."
They raced through the house. Fang showed them Desira's unconscious body, which he'd had the foresight to tie up securely.
"Hell, I know her," said Spud. "She comes with us. She's going to stand trial ... let me tell you."
He picked her up. He picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. "Come on, let's go."
They found her, finally. And when they did, there was a moment of stunned silence.
"Christ, what the hell have they done to you," asked Shark, racing over to her to try and take her off.
"Don't touch it," she said, nodding to the dildo. "It's electric. She's been trying to knock me out ... She really has...."
"Hmmmm."
"Okay, let's go," said Spud. Come on ... get her, and this slut, and someone go find that slant-eyed slope cunt too. I want them all. We'll meet back at the house.