Chapter 4
Nothing in Grayson's history equipped him for the thin-air heights of the feeling of complete and absolute control over another human being. The beautiful blonde young woman standing defiantly in front of him in the obviously expensive brief white tennis outfit was his to use fully, to do with as he pleased. He would take the Chippendale chip off her shoulder and stick it up her ass. He would degrade her to the limits of his inventive mind. She would be unable to protest. She was totally at his mercy, as if she were a slave he had purchased from among the human wares of an Arab flesh peddler. He was going to let her know it-in the best basic way. The consciousness of power was increased in Grayson's mind by the fact that she was rich and young, a living symbol to lash with invective and his seething hatred for the privileged class who robbed him of his youth, forcing him to kowtow to their demands and rewarding him with shit.
"How much do you want?" Kathy said.
"Strip," he ordered.
"No, Mr. Grayson. I can give you money, but that's all."
Grayson's laugh was a snorting snarl, his cracked lips stretching back to reveal decaying stained teeth that would drive a dentist to despair. It was a sinisterly non-human sound that chilled Kathy to the very marrow of her bones and made her feel wobbly on her feet.
"You'll pay. You'll pay plenty, bitch. From here... your tight pussy of a purse."
Grayson's language and vehemence so unnerved Kathy that she didn't have the presence of mind to attempt to dodge the stubby fingers that shot up to the front of her tennis shorts. She gave a startled gasp as the back of his hand slipped inside the loose leg opening and the knuckles grazed through the panties against the soft fur mound above her vagina. A look of open-mouthed horror was on her face and she cried out and fought to pry loose the hand tightening beneath her clothing. He had shoved it in all the way to the wrist and there was no escaping short of ripping the entire one-piece costume from her body.
The full impact of what he expected now struck Kathy with thudding force. There were to be no negotiations over blackmail money, the very least she had expected, or a payoff with the pleasure of her company and possibly a few distasteful kisses, the very worst she had feared. This man, whose smell of sweat and cleaning fluids made Kathy nearly physically ill, thought that she would willingly yield her body to him in return for the incriminating photograph.
She pushed hard against his chest trying to drive his body back, but the futile gesture only unbalanced her and gave his hand freer access to her crotch. He threw his other arm around her back and crushed her against him while the hand buried in her private parts twisted over and worked into the passage between her thighs, the unkempt nails digging painfully into the smooth resisting flesh. Grayson had forced the whole of his hand beneath her hot cunt until the short thick fingers could touch the crease where the buttock folded over the thigh. Now he squeezed lightly as he would do to half-drain a sponge.
Kathy was on the verge of hysteria, becoming aware that she was a captive in the grip of a sex-crazed maniac. He was trapping her so tightly with the arm around her back that she could hardly breathe and thought she might faint. The hand cruelly hurting between her legs served as a double lock to the imprisonment of her body. Tears of fear and helplessness rushed from her eyes.
One of her arms was a useless stranger stiff against her body inside Grayson's bearhug. The other hung limp and free, but it might as well have been tied. She knew if she used it to claw at his eyes, or to rip at the dandruff-specked graying greasy hair beneath the freckled bald dome, the muscled forearm with the bulging tendons and arteries could command the buried hand to close like a vise and crush her pelvis. She could scream, but the cries would only bounce back and forth off the thick concrete walls in the humid boiler room sunk in the earth beneath the large kitchen of the country club.
Her acceptance of the total helplessness of the situation involuntarily untensed her muscles and she felt as if she were shrinking and the full weight of her body was being redistributed to her lower parts. She was sinking within herself until she existed only as a side of beef being supported in a vertical position by Grayson's hand uplifting tightly against her cunt, and he was the meatcutter about to cleave through her hide to select the tender cuts.
"Please give me the picture and let me go. I won't say a word. Oh, please... please..."
Grayson had felt the first signal of submission from the girl's body and he replied with a slow sawing motion of the hand, hooking his middle finger to insert the crotch of the panties into her vaginal slit. The material skipped and pulled unevenly over the arid hair-lined cuntlips and burned abrasively until the trenching finger reached the sensitive budlike clitoris, springing it instantly into a hardened knot and triggering the automatic sprinkler system inside the vaginal walls. At almost the same instant Kathy felt a strange stirring in her breasts, as if they were growing fuller while being crushed against the man's chest, the nipples sympathizing with the clashing in the cunt below by bursting out as hardened blisters.
Kathy's breath was coming in tight gasps and the burning sensation bubbling in her belly grew in maddening intensity as the finger now slid smoothly over her moistening slit. The lubricant was pouring out of her cunt from the little-tapped spring inside. Beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip as the flood from between her thighs soaked the crotch of her panties and seeped through the material into the thick palm of Grayson's hand.
"That's the idea. Get lathered up good. You'll be needing all the cunt juice you can produce."
"No, stop now! No one's ever talked... treated me this way," Kathy pleaded in a daze.
Grayson made that cold and frightening sound that passed for his laughter.
"Don't shit me, rich bitch. This velvet-lined snatch has squeezed half the young pricks in El Camino. The only difference between you and poor girls is that they have to get theirs on the wet grass while you fuck in comfort in Cadillac back seats."
"Believe me," Kathy protested weakly, "no one has ever..."
He interrupted. "Somebody taught you something, missy. You were doing a fair job finger-fucking for the photographer."
Grayson found the zipper on the back of the playsuit. The shrill zinging sound of its parting from one long downward stroke was a further grim warning signal to the girl. He grabbed a handful of the material at the chest and stripped it away from the top of her body, his eyes widening as the large breasts with pink peaked brown nipples sprang into view, the heavy bags jiggling with the effort of Kathy's uneven breathing.
"You like to hang loose to bounce free and easy-like playing tennis. Feels good to have the material scratching the end of your nips like a cat's tongue. That's why you do it, ain't it, bitch? You like the tingling it starts down in your cunt."
Kathy saw through her tears that Grayson's unfeeling eyes had grown even more cruel as he hungrily feasted on the bareness of her upper body while the wrist continued to disappear between her legs, the finger gouging deeper into previously unexplored regions of her vagina. Did he actually expect her to answer the taunting and obscene questions he was spewing at her? Could he be so sick and depraved as to find enjoyment, a perverted form of self-gratification, by soliciting replies to such crudely phrased queries? He was demanding answers that would imply, from her own lips, that she was as lust-crazed as he. Kathy shook her head rebelliously.
She was unprepared for the sharp pain from between her legs. Grayson had located vaginal hairs protruding from her panties and pulled until she thought they would rip from the tender flesh by their roots. He slapped his hand over her mouth to stifle the scream that was building from the very center of the pain cores in her body. Salty indignant tears washed down her face to the muffling hand of her oppressor.
"Things'll be easier when you cooperate. Now you just answer the questions or I'll pluck your pussy bald."
Seldom in her life had Kathy known true physical pain, and Grayson had the looks and demeanor of a man who knew how to inflict hurt skillfully and ingeniously-and enjoy himself immensely at the same time. Her only thoughts were how she could get the picture and be free of this ordeal with the least amount of lasting harm. He wanted her to make untrue sexual admissions. He wanted to hear the obscenities roll from her own mouth. All right. Kathy would invent lies and speak profanely. She would say anything that would help bring this nightmare to an end. Kathy knew she had better do what he asked, or those flat blunt instruments at the ends of Grayson's short hair arms could maim her for life.
Her head weakly bobbed surrender and Grayson took his hand off her crushed lips.
"That's better, bitch," he said, smiling evilly in victory to offset the angelic softness of his voice. "Tell how you like my hand on your pussy."
"I like your hand..." she faltered, unable to form the word.
"Cat got your tongue?" Grayson's fingers found more loose cunt hairs and brutally braided.
The wet rattle in her throat was changing to a piteous howl of excruciating agony when Grayson relaxed his hold. The sound died deep in her chest, broken by quick relieved gasps.
"... on my pussy," she said, caving in completely to Grayson's dirty word game.
"Now tell me some of the other names your pussy is called," he said, addressing her like a stern headmaster during a Latin drill.
Kathy frantically searched the trash bin of her memory for bits and pieces of conversation overheard at her college dorm.
"C-cunt... snatch," she said, little above a whisper.
"Very good. Louder next time, please. A few more and we'll start the next lesson."
Kathy's mind raced. She knew there were more vulgar words used in analogizing the female genitals.
"Box... slit... hothole... cockpit..."
Grayson tilted his head as if listening to music, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
"I like cockpit best," he said.
His hand pushed from its nestling place against her cunt back and over the slender hips until the fingers found the elastic waistband of her bikini panties. He pulled and she felt the crotch-soaked briefs sliding down her legs to the top of her tennis socks, trailed to the floor by the white costume that had been bunched at her hips. She stood, naked except for shoes and socks, a dull defeated look in her large brown eyes. Grayson stepped back to more fully survey the attributes of his chosen receptacle for the hot sticky sperm generating furiously in his fuck-starved balls.
The long light hair fell straight to her bare shoulders, as if protecting them from his hot eyes, and framed the wholesomely colored outdoorsy face. The wide hazel eyes were downcast behind the long curling lashes, contemplating the dainty small hands demurely crossed in front of her vagina. The full slightly parted lips wore a perpetual pout and the cheeks hollowed beneath the high facial bones, creating a picture in Grayson's mind of his thick cock lying stiff on the back of her tongue while her mouth inhaled air around it. She needed no makeup. The breasts rose majestically like massive pale dunes on the white highway ringing the upper half of her body between the darkly tanned shoulders and belly. He had to see those tits move.
"Hand behind your head!"
Kathy had no will to resist and she laced the fingers of both hands behind her head. A prisoner of war, she thought.
Grayson's breathing grew labored as the upraised arms lifted the breasts to an even greater uncreased firmness, the elongated nipples giving the impression of a finger inside the globe trying to push its way through the flesh.
"Drop 'em, bitch. Hands behind your ass. Open your legs."
Kathy stalled, pleading with her eyes. Grayson's look threatened mayhem.
"How you plan to explain a hairless snatch to your boyfriends?"
"God, please don't hurt me again."
She dropped her hands, resting the backs against her buttocks, clenching them into tight bloodless fists, the knuckles pressed hard into the resilient flesh of her ass. Her ankles opened only a foot, trapped by the confines of her clothing.
Grayson crouched and freed her legs, also pulling off the shoes and stockings. From his kneeling position he could have been one of the faithful praying at the loins of a beautiful nude statue to a fertility goddess. He looked head on at her cunt, which started terrain level with the firm flat belly and then plunged into the protective valley formed by contours from her sound thighs.
Kathy was naked, in the military "at-ease" position, engulfed by waves of humiliation and shame as Grayson's eyes freely traveled over the secrets of her body never before seen so clearly by a man. She wished the nerve ends would flee her flesh just as the spirit of resistance had vanished at the first flash of pain. Instead each uncovered pore seemed to ignite on contact with Grayson's searing eyes. A knuckle rapped her ankle bone sharply and she obeyed the unspoken command by slowly inching the foot out across the concrete floor, feeling the damp pubic hairs parting and the air rushing into her open cunt, the dripping fountain of womanhood she now expected Grayson to violate again with his hand. But Kathy was wrong.
Grayson stuck his head in.
She looked down horrified, repulsed by the sight of Grayson insinuating his scaly skin-covered pate against her vagina, ramming and rolling his head amid the tender fleshy folds of the cunt lips as if believing they formed a soft bristly archway to a reservoir of magical hair restorer. A terrible taste came to her mouth and her insides convulsed as though she might vomit. There was a humming noise emanating from his body like the drone from a beehive as he bobbed his small evil head, painting his bare scalp with coat after coat of the secretions from her vagina. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass with both hands to keep his balance as he bored his whole head between her legs, now oiling the hair fringe on the back of his skull with the lubricant from her cunt. His unshaven cheeks scraped against her smooth inner thighs and her buttocks bounced from the subterranean buffeting they received. Grayson eased back slightly and tilted his head up. She saw his neck muscles tense as he corkscrewed his crown hard into her cunt. The demented animal must be trying to return to the womb, Kathy thought, before a sudden thrust from below nearly lifted her off the ground.
Grayson caught her before she could fall. He stood up and unbuckled his belt. His head shone in the dim light of the room and there were patches of the hair horseshoeing his skull that had been slicked down by her cunt juice.
"Unbutton my shirt."
Grayson liked the way her hands flew to his shirt without hesitation and began nervously to unbutton their way down the front. He liked it because it meant she had snapped like a twig, this haughty blonde bitch who got everything she wanted because she could pay the price. She hadn't been able to settle the score with Grayson by offering legal tender. He would make her pay the tab with sweat. He was going to sweat her until she was parched and screaming for him to fill her dehydrated body with his thick life-giving cum. The delicious thrill of turning the tables on this richly endowed rich girl, of jamming and fucking his ripping prick deeper into her belly until she begged, yes, begged for the first time in her entire pampered life for him to end it with wild waves of his white washing cum, set up a tingle of excitement in Grayson as his pants fell to the floor, the belt buckle striking the concrete with a clink, his heavy sagging balls adjusting to the change in temperature.
He had rutted his head into her cunt and the wet lips had parted and tried to cover the whole top like an oily fur skull cap. The high-class bitch thought her pussy was full of gold, but she split apart the same way every female animal on earth did, and Grayson was going to make sure she realized it. She had a hole between her legs the same as the fat nigger he had fucked until frustration, except that her snatch would be tighter and her face more interesting to study, twisting and crying out passion-filled curses as he jackhammered his blunt thick spear up the warm dark tunnel into her midsection.
Grayson knew how he would complete the humiliation of the stunning sex slave completely under his domination. The master's stroke of his genius made him grin widely as the naked girl came to the last button on his shirt. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, fed on genuine sterling silver dinnerware, clothed and cared for with silver that her father extorted from poor people like himself when they ran afoul of the regulations enacted and enforced by silver-tongued lawyers like her dad. He knew exactly what he wanted to do after he slowly withdrew his deflated cock and watched as his cum overflowed the hairy pink lips of her cunt and worked its way down to the puckered ring of her anus. Wasn't her fancy world founded on silver? Just so she would get the message that she was no better than a slut he could pick up out of the gutter for a fast cheap fuck, Grayson was going to wedge a quarter up her ass.
Grayson spread open his shirt like parting a curtain and Kathy blanched as the thick upturned prick came into full view. It was huge, long and thick, and leaking a clear fluid from the skin-covered end. The uncircumcised cock was repugnant to her with its bluntness. It looked more like a dark heavy clublike instrument of harm when she compared it in her mind to the pale stiletto between Craig's legs with its forthright exposed ridged head. Grayson's cock flared out from his fishbelly white lower abdomen and was surrounded at its base by a thick tangle of cum-matted hair, making Kathy suspect that the filthy man's concealed penis head could be infected with any of those awful venereal diseases she had read about. Kathy shrank away from him with a growing dread of his touch.
There was a sound trying to tell her something, a deep reverberating echo bouncing against the walls of her audio reception room, but being out-shouted by the pounding of her heart inside her eardrums.
While Kathy could not unscramble outside sounds because of the confusion boiling in her brain, she did recognize her own lungs when they produced a shrill scream.
"Aarreeeeiiieeeeee!"
The irregular, gurgling lunatic outcry had emitted from her throat, Kathy realized, because the flesh was being stripped away from her body at one of the most sensitive places. Grayson had the dark skin beneath the pointed peak of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and was pulling and twisting murderously. Then he released the breast and grabbed her hair in both hands, shaking Kathy's head violently until her teeth rattled together.
"Slut, you listen when I talk to you!" he screamed in her face. "Goddammit, I told you to take off my shoes."
Grayson jerked down on her hair and she sank to her knees in front of him, tear blinded, her hands groping for his shoes. She found them and untied the knots, slipping off the leather workshoes and peeling away the smelly tight-fitting stockings. She detected a softening in his voice as she felt a light stroking in the silkiness of her hair.
"That's a nice girl," his voice was crooning. "Do exactly what Mr. Grayson tells you and everything will be fine."
She wondered if the pain and dishonor he heaped upon her finally had gotten through to his conscience, that perhaps there was an ounce of human decency in the depraved man who was tenderly smoothing over the soreness he had inflicted on her head.
She tilted her head... and nearly gagged.
Grayson was petting her with his prick, squeezing it near his stump so that seminal fluid oozed out into her hair and filtered through to the scalp.
Kathy needed no more proof that he was dangerously insane, a degenerate who was capable of strangling her with his hands and then sexually abusing her corpse. Suddenly the issue shifted to one of simple survival. If she hoped to live, she would have to do exactly as he ordered, fully and without hesitation, no matter how painful or depraved his wish.
She arose with his shoes in her hands and stood before him waiting for the next command like a spaniel with the master's slippers in its mouth.
Grayson slapped the shoes to the floor and took her by the wrist, leading her to the rumpled bunk, a light oasis in the dim room from a shaded coldly bright bulb overhead.
Now it's coming, Kathy thought. He'd throw her down on the dirty blanket and ravish her the way he would a filthy whore off a Skid Row street. Grayson, holding her by the wrist firmly, surprised Kathy by stretching himself out on the blanket, thrusting his ugly dark prick higher in the air as he smoothed the lumps under his buttocks.
"Now you find a seat," he said, jerking her arm.
"W-where?"
"On my face."
He pulled her wrist until she loomed over him from the top of the bed, staring down the length of his body from behind his bald head.
"Get up on your knees."
She crawled forward on the bed and he roughly prodded until she was in a kneeling position with the back of her buttocks level with his upturned eyes. She had to press forward against his chest to stay upright.
"Settle down, easy like," he said, pulling back on her thighs and descending the darkness of her open crotch down over his face.
Lightning struck inside Kathy when his tongue first contacted her clitoris. The stupefying electrical shock made her body pitch forward out of control. She fell face down on his hairy thigh, her breasts cushioning the impact on his bloated belly. She tried to squirm forward down his leg and away from the rigid prick leaning against the side of her face, but Grayson dug his sweating fingers into her thighs and brutally shifted her hips so that his upturned animal face could feed at her trough of a cunt.
She struggled to close her thighs, but it was hopeless, only serving to implant his mouth deeper into her vagina and force his nose against the rubbery ring of her anus. Her knees dug into his shoulders to no avail and her feet, toes curling inward tightly as if to block and ricochet the strange current coursing down her legs, flailed futilely in the empty air at the head of the bed.
The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented down to his working lips in defenseless sacrifice. Kathy lay frozen on Grayson's midsection as his tongue tortured her by running circles over the ragged pink edges of her cunt and flicking at the clitoris until it was a throbbing tight bud. She groaned like a victim on the rack as he pushed his face forward and the full length of his slippery snake of a tongue buried itself into the warm flowing walls of her pussy.
"Oh, God... ooohhh, God," she heard herself moaning, pounding her perspiring forehead against his thigh as if searching blindly for a button to turn off the machine lewdly ravishing the entranceway to her womb. She could not believe such a depraved attack actually was happening to her.
Her virgin genitals were being crudely plundered by a despicable madman only a matter of hours after she denied a similar intimacy to the man she loved. What pitiless irony.
It can't be happening to me... such a humiliating attack by this unsanitary animal with unwholesome indulgences, she tried to tell herself as the tongue repeatedly speared in and out the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt.
She convinced herself it would be possible to be considered a virgin after her relentlessly licking despoiler took his fill of the oral outrage to her loins and set her free. In her pounding heart she knew the face barbarously raping her vagina with a thick twisting tongue had succeeded in its mission by employing sheer force. No man of reason or spiritual force would view her as a willing accomplice to the abomination. No countenance, human or divine, demanded that she lay down her very life rather than open her thighs.
Grayson pried apart her buttocks with his strong fingers and his slavering tongue tip flickered against the tight puckered ring of her anus.
"Oooooooohhhh, geeeezus... geeeEEEEzus!"
A sadistic smothered laugh helped weaken Kathy as she tried with all her remaining strength to force shut the flesh mound doors to her asshole, to push out the featherlike tickling of her anus that threatened to push her over the brink to madness.
"Oh, p-please, p-please, ooooh, ooooh, stop, stop, stop! That's driving me insane."
Grayson drew his face back and blew a hot pointed stream into her asshole, as if trying to fan up the flames he was lighting in her sensitive anus.
"You have to speak louder. Use the microphone by your head. Maybe I'll stop."
Grayson's face plunged back into the crevice, and he worked the muscles of his tongue until the tip broke through the tight rubbery ring and penetrated inside the virgin asshole.
"Aaaaaaaggg," she gasped between clenched teeth, flailing her head from side to side, her face scrubbing Grayson's thigh with her tears of anguish. Her fingers stretched and dug into the filthy blanket. One hand flew to her hair to tear it out from the side, self-inflicted torture to clear her head from the thought of the bloodthirsty assault on her asshole that caused an ache in the depths of her bowels. Her hand was detoured by the thick flesh of Grayson's cock beside her head.
The microphone?
Her hand gripped the swollen prick and the awful tonguing paused. Kathy hesitated in doubt, turning her face on the thigh to face the monstrous member. She focused through the tears and saw her small hand holding the dark fat cock just below the covered head, only inches from her eyes. Grayson's tongue impatiently shot up her backside. She gently squeezed the prick, feeling a response from within, and the tongue popped out of her ass. It was Pavlovian; ring the bell and the dog's mouth waters. If she attends the cock, the tingling tongue lashing of her twitching asshole ceases. Grayson was driving another hard bargain, but Kathy would do anything to bring to an end the maniacal moist manipulation of her asshole. Kathy discovered she had a lower threshold to soft sensation up the ass than to harsher pain elsewhere on her body.
Kathy worked the penis as she had with Craig, watching closely as she pulled the flexible skin and unmasked the raw red head of the prick, hiding like a tightened turtle inside a foreskin shell. Sticky clear seminal fluid dribbled from the end as she worked the cockskin furiously, relieved that her effort was paying off with the terrible tongue in her anus taking a recess. Fortunately she had discovered the Stop button for Grayson's ass-licking machine and she pumped on the prick with grateful vigor.
The resting tongue suddenly snaked back up her asshole, telling the scouring Kathy that she no longer was satisfying the insane inquisitor of her loins.
"Suck it!"
She wasn't certain she heard correctly. She twisted her head to look back over her buttocks.
"W-what did you say?"
Grayson's bald head and mean dark little eyes surfaced over the twin rounded mountains of her ass. She could see the droplets of sweat on the brow formed by the long interment of his face against her steaming bubbling crotch.
Like a nearsighted surgeon making an incision, Grayson held the part in her ass open with the fingers of one hand while he moistened the index finger of the other hand in the juice running from her cunt. The finger poised over her tightly closed anus and then ruthlessly and without warning plunged inside to the first knuckle, the ragged fingernail scratching the unstretched rubbery ring.
Kathy hollered and jerked uncontrollably, her limbs flying straight out from her body as if the bones hoped to cannon free from her wrists and ankles. Her throat belched unintelligible protests as Grayson hooked his finger and probed in a circle, spooning deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her rectum until she knew she must lose consciousness from the intense suffering. The finger withdrew with a slight popping noise, like the cork from a wine bottle, and her injured asshole ring rushed to seal shut the breached gateway to the rectum, shooting spearthrusts up her back.
"Suck that cock or next time I'm jamming in a cucumber."
Whimpering softly, Kathy took the end of the stiff cock between her lips and choked at the first strange taste of the leakage. She pulled a piece of the dirty blanket to her face and scrubbed the seminal fluid from her tongue.
Grayson bit her ass with a new warning.
"Keep it in. Swallow every drop."
She covered the end of his prick with her mouth, trying to keep her tongue off the wetness by drawing it back into her throat. Grayson parried with a short jab of his loins against the underside of her half-rolled tongue, driving it back into her throat to block the breathing passage. She struggled to get air, finding it possible to inhale only if she allowed Grayson's prick to rest on the surface of her tongue and breathed through the corners of her mouth. As she adjusted her mouth to accommodate the gagging intrusion, Grayson's nose submerged in the crack in her ass and his mouth once again concentrated on the pussy.
Kathy's snatch reminded Grayson of the warm and soft lusciousness of a sweet peach after the first bite has been removed, the furry tickle on the edge of the lips as you press and suck hungrily for the seed in the center. The rich aroma of Kathy's cuntal perfume filled his nostrils. He had eaten stinky pussy before where the taste had stung his tongue and the acrid fumes had almost knocked him out. And he had sucked bland pussy, juicing tepid distilled water and with an odor that would be undetectable to a horny bloodhound. But this pussy was unlike any other. Nature douched the rich bitch with nectar from a private supply. Since feeding on the affluent cunt he now owned, Grayson had felt no need to cough. Instead he was drawing from her cunt a warm honey butter that teased slowly down his tongue and throat and coated the ruptures in his lungs with a soothing sticky sealing substance from under the influence of which they had neither the strength nor desire to burst open.
Grayson could feel the sweat pouring off her belly onto the hair of his chest, and the perspiration from her hot inner thighs blending into the cunt juice covering his face. She wasn't much of a blowjob artist, he could tell as the lips toyed and tugged half-heartedly over barely one-third of his cock. He bit into a cuntlip and thrust his pelvis up sharply, giving a better idea of what he expected. His prick muffled her sob and she got the idea, accepting the cock further into her throat, haltingly bringing her tongue into play against the surface of the prickskin. Her hand found his balls and softly crushed them up into his groin.
Kathy began working to end it, even if she would have to choke down and swallow a quart of his punishing putrid sperm. It would be over. She could vomit it out of her system. Healing time would lift her from the degrading gutter in which she was wallowing. She knew she could find the strength, eventually, to overcome this ultimate humiliation that Grayson was forcing upon her.
She sucked at the choking cock hungrily, her elastic lips pulling with all their might as they fucked the fattened prick deeper into her throat. Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded obscenely on the instroke as she labored with her mouth and hands, the fingers cajoling the jawbreaker-size balls to ignite and blast spurts of hot sperm against her tonsils. She wanted to gulp it down with bulging eyes and then puke it up with revulsion once free of this stinking room and her mad captor.
The change in her sucking tempo did not go unnoticed. Grayson was glad he had chosen his position well, on his back where gravity was his aide. The bitch pulled with all the strength in her lips and lungs, sucking on his cock as if it were a straw leading directly to the cumwells of his nuts, sucking to oilstrike and bring Grayson's hot liquid seed up to drown her thirsty belly.
Grayson might have shot his wad had their positions been reversed, if he were fucking her mouth from on top, making her afraid he would ram his prick through the back of her neck. He wanted to smile at her agitated effort as he continued to burrow his tongue in her cunt. She could try all she wanted to get him to cum, to influence his heaving balls to unload in her mouth until his sticky juice flowed from her ears, but Grayson was in full command. He noticed the first backheave of her snatch against his face, a sure sign that the patient ministration of his tongue had taken its toll. He fought back the frantic message from his balls pleading for permission to unleash their lava up his fleshy chimney into the warm wet sucking vessel plaintively beckoning to them. Grayson saw she was near the moment when her will would collapse, when she would plead with him to end her suffering by replacing his tongue with his deeper-reaching cock, shoving it into her crying bucking cunt until it cured or killed her.
Grayson wanted to cure her first, his huge prick as the medicine giver. He would treat her cunt with his filled prescription of prick pounding in the discovery that all men are created equal, his injection forever ridding her body of the disease that told her well-manicured men like her father and shithead boyfriend, because they had money, were a little more equal than he. The cure might kill her, but Grayson, like an insane man of medicine, was prepared to bury his overdose victim.
Kathy's head bobbed wetly along Grayson's thick cock, her face on the instroke like an innocent surprised child's with a corndog wedged too deeply in the throat. Fluid dripped from the corners of her mouth and ran in tiny rivulets back down the length of the glistening dark pole that impaled her mouth and cut off the air in her windpipe.
Strangely something was spreading through her body that made her gradually forget her humiliating posture, which was higher in elevation to her master, but none the less one of total servility to his depraved demands. An utterly foreign sensation creeped up from her loins to compete for attention with the prick in her mouth she was trying so hard to detonate with constant wet sucking.
Her body was beginning to desert her under the prodding of Grayson's tongue in her cunt.
In spite of the mortification she felt at the scene she knew they presented, each feeding like a crazed animal at the loins of the other, Kathy's pelvis began to respond as if it were instinctively aware of suggestions her mind could not yet comprehend. Her back arched and the flesh of her buttocks tightened as she strained to work her flowing vagina higher so that the slavering tongue could concentrate its full fury upon the bulging bud of her clitoris. The darting tongue answered with two tantalizing teasing touches of the tip to the tightened lightswitch, throwing out a series of impulses that flowed through her body to charge and illuminate every raw nerve end in her feminine sensory machinery.
The long low howl crept up from her toes and escaped with an indescribable bubbling babbling over the sides of the prick buried in her mouth.
Grayson caught his second wind, gleefully concentrating on the clitoris pressing like a hard seed into the hollow of his all-encompassing tongue.
Kathy felt the control slipping away with the overflowing dam in her body and there was nothing she could do except ride the crest. There was no recalling the demons that had been unchained inside her by the ceaseless licking at her naked clitoris that had spread sparks now bursting into uncontrolled flames to devour her. Kathy's shamelessly aroused loins jerked spasmodically and began to slowly move the clitoris in a circular motion against the divine wet rough texture of the outstretching tongue.
Forgotten was the prick still pressed against her tongue as her mouth flew open wide; gone was the feeling of abject surrender to the depraved lust of the man Grayson; erased from her mind were thoughts of fiance, father, home, shame and humiliation. All that mattered in the shabby room, on the face of the earth, in the entire universe, were the delicious shafts of pleasure previously unknown that were being propelled through Kathy's flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire, spurred into life by the tongue of the horrible stranger whose face rubbed raw the insides of her sweaty thighs.
"Aaaiiiiii... Don't stop... noooo, aaahh, don't stop!" Kathy slobbered, out of her head, around the shaft shoved into her mouth.
Grayson buried his nose against the anus and once again thrust his thick wet tongue like an arrow into the quiver of her vagina to meet and absorb the milky outpourings of her climax. He could feel the soft silky pubic hairs tickling the sides of his rough cheeks as she ground her spreading cunt in a slow hypnotic rhythm down against his face, her cumjuice flowing wetly over his lips and down his face and tensed stretched neck to the hair forest of his chest. His prick slipped from her mouth as her head collapsed hard on his thigh and he felt the full weight of her drained body settle on his head and torso.
Grayson pulled back his face to stare up over the soft untanned mounds of her ass while he caught his breath. Now it would be his turn, he gloated with excitement. Now he would jack it up her tight pussy, ripping and smashing into her crotch until the hydrants in his balls opened and he hosed in a substance to drown the new fires he would torch in her belly. He had shown Kathy that her rich ass wasn't out of his league. She was just another burning pussy dying for a cock, for a fucking from any long round thing she could wrap twat flaps around. She had a bite of Grayson's cock in her mouth, and now she was going to get a real hard-driving taste from the other end. She would never forget it, Grayson vowed, if she was banged ten thousand times by Mongols in the next week.
So that was it.
That was the roller coaster ride she had been trying to forestall ever since her body had been old enough to experience it. Kathy was flopped on her belly in an uncaring boneless heap, her arms and legs spread wide, on a strange lumpy human mattress she didn't want to think about. She had forgotten who she was, why she was where she was, and with whom. It all happened at the peak of an unearthly trip induced by what means she didn't want to try to remember. All that mattered was that at last it had happened from a source outside her own powers and it had been unbelievably good. She had been a surfer hanging on a nine-foot-high ride that had disappeared beneath her, and all of her insides had churned up into her breasts as she fell... to return like an anchor settling into her lower parts after she crashed through the veil of water. Since then she had been sinking and she never wanted to hit bottom. She had been soaring aloft like a human glider until a wing fell away and then she had plunged twisting wildly toward the earth, the friction of re-entering the atmosphere nibbling at her every naked pore like fiery kissing lips, but somehow she had not yet crashed. She was still circling, nestled in the embrace of a spongy soft cloud that reluctantly swayed downward and downward.
The afterglow of her climax was so intense that Kathy was only vaguely aware of Grayson turning her body over, his runny prick sliding down between her breasts as he lifted his groin from her reclining head, straddling her body briefly from his knees until he climbed off the edge of the bunk. He looked down at her naked nearly-unconscious body with a grin of cruel determination as he slipped his hands under her arms and slid her body the rest of the way up the blanket.
Kathy was dreamily unaware of what caused the lifting pressure in her armpits and sighed half-smiling behind closed eyes when it subsided and instead became a gentle kneading from the outside of her swollen breasts, forcing the nipples together high over the plunging chasm of the flat bone valley that separated them.
She could not feature in her mind a force that now pressed her knees together and lifted them erect until they stood on their own, supported by her own little feet on a surface rumpled and scratchy to her unknowing touch. Then she felt her knees parted wide, and her wet warm relaxed clitoris being introduced to the open air, the drenched lips of her vagina inhospitably squeezing shut protecting against the sudden drop in temperature. A new weight on her cloud mattress, one which made her think her ass would slide off the edge and fall crashing to earth, convinced Kathy to open her eyes... thus shattering the subliminal spell.
Grayson, from a kneeling position between her widely splayed thighs, rose over her, his leering face gleaming with the rich outpourings of her loins, which he hungrily licked from his lips. Kathy's eyes sunk and she froze in terror, petrified by the sight of the huge blunt cock being stroked by Grayson's stubby fingers only a few inches above the golden carpeting paving the path to her vagina. His thing was still moist from her mouth and gleamed in the light like an unsheathed killer blade.
"Ask Mr. Grayson to fuck you in the cunt, bitch."
A sweeping sickness flowed out from the pit of Kathy's stomach. She would have heaved except for the dryness in her mouth suddenly brought on by the anticipation of the most tormenting pain imaginable to her, that of being impaled and split apart from her loins by the huge wedge Grayson held iii his hand.
"God, no!" she rasped through the cotton stuffing in her mouth. "Don't hurt me more. I'm too small for... t-that. You'll kill me."
Grayson's heartless laugh cut like razor blades through the stale air of the room.
"I can see the tombstone now... fucked to death."
Kathy pushed with her feet and tried to slide up the bed away from him, using her elbows as ski poles and climbing with her buttocks.
Grayson dropped his cock and thrust his thumb into the entryway of her cunt, the middle finger searching and finding the tight puckered anus and driving inside to the first knuckle. He had her like a bowling ball and his mean meaty hand clenched tightly in an effort to bridge her flesh separating his fingers. Kathy's head flopped and her mouth flew open wide in a soundless scream. Nothing, nothing in the world, could equal this pain digging into the tender twin sphincters, or the inventiveness of the agony-oriented perpetrator.
"You were saying...?" The ominous growl, dripping with venom and the promise of greater degrees of discomfort, assaulted her ears.
The finger digging in the asshole mined her final ounce of resistance. The fighting thighs relaxed and fell useless, spread to their limits to ease the pressure from the vise closing between her cunt and asshole. The elastic ring of the anus gave to welcome the finger. Words from her own mouth, filtered through gritted teeth, sounded to Kathy's ears as if spoken by a stranger capitulating to the deathbed.
"F-fuck me in the cunt, Mr. Grayson."
Another squeeze piercing the tenderest of female flesh.
"Say please."
"Oh, please."
Fingers withdrew and Kathy lay still to allow her manhandled orifices to reshape themselves, the only sound in her ears a heavy thumping inside her chest from the adrenaline pain-pumped into her heart.
Grayson leaned over the prostrate body and harshly fastened his teeth into the nipple of Kathy's large left breast. He switched to the other breast, leaving the wet imprint of his teeth around her twin beauty marks. Kathy groaned, but lacked the strength to struggle away. His greedy lips wetly roamed the white mounds, and again to her surprise the breasts automatically telegraphed a blissful twitch down the belly to her open wet cunt. Her buttocks ground into the mattress to combat the tickling.
Grayson raised up over her, gouging his stiffening arms into her shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies and guided the hard throbbing cock forward until it gently parted the full fleshy hairlips of the cunt. Kathy shuddered and threw her head to one side as she felt the uncomfortable electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moist pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter subjugation beneath him, waiting for the final awesome thrust that surely would kill her with tearing pain and mercifully end the rite of human sacrifice she was forced to perform.
Suddenly the patiently cruel grin on Grayson's face faded and was replaced by a contorted expression of raw lust. He could stand it no more, seeing the helpless innocent girl spread-eagled beneath him with just the tip of his dick splitting her snatch. His stimulated balls demanded that he fuck her, to deeply penetrate the tight cunt now before he exploded. The muscles of his ass tightened and he rammed forward with a vengeance.
"Aaaaaaaggggghhhh!"
The cry was forced from deep inside Kathy, driven out of her chest by the blast in her loins as a broad red-hot poker skewered like a spinning bullet into the smooth virginal flesh of her cunt, bursting through the tight ring of her virginity and on into the wet and warm cavern beyond. The white hot ingot plunged endlessly and without mercy deep into the expanding channel. Kathy groaned and twisted in anguish beneath the depraved attack on her unprotected genitals. Through the failing consciousness of her tortured brain, she felt as if her entire lower body had been descended into a bubbling pot of molten lead. The flaccid symbol of her virginity had been ripped away savagely, but all she could think of was the shock and pain as her body went limp from the giving and tearing of her flesh. Grayson's thick destructive cock tore into her cunt like a burning freight train, pushing and bayoneting the moist flesh of the vaginal wills in front of it without thought of injury, ripping apart a tight seam that had protected her womb for so long. The surging waves of agitated cuntal flesh went before the driving pressure of the rock-hard drill until suddenly Grayson's pelvis smacked solid into the split loins and his balls bounced heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
Her agitated lips struggled to define and form into words the incoherencies rushing from her throat. The spear ripped through a thousand tiny threads inside her and now the head was sunk deep in her belly, filling the space available and throbbing for more. She felt the hardness of the tip pressed tight against the end of her cervix. Grayson lay heavily on her breasts, his hands slipping under her buttocks to part them as if trying to open her cunt more to assault whatever remaining obstacle blocked his prick from absolute interment.
Grayson was still for a moment, staring down into her pained wide eyes until the pupils rolled back into place. He could feel the stiffness in the body beneath him, clinging to one posture as if any movement would restore the splitting pain.
Kathy felt her soft wall passages expanding more and more apart in stuttering jerks to accept the bulk of the invading cock. She could smell Grayson's vile breath as he panted unevenly in her face. She felt a sharp throb deep inside as he cruelly flexed his buried cock. Miraculously the walls, already stretched beyond her endurance, adjusted to accommodate more.
"You weren't lying when you said you were virgin. You must like sucking cock more than fucking," he tormented her.
Kathy was amazed at being alive, at seeing a human face over her, smelling the foul odor from his mouth, feeling the pain inside subsiding. She had survived a killer attack, losing her virginity much in the manner of women before her who were violated by Huns, Vikings, Vandals, Christians, Moslems, Turks, Nazis, Japanese. It didn't matter, she conceded as she learned the lesson millions of women had learned. A membrane inside the cunt is not important; survival is all that matters. Women can adapt to a terrible prick rack stretching their very insides... and survive.
Her tears of shame and humiliation would not cease, but now Kathy understood they were merely cosmetics protesting the parting of her maidenhead by a stranger. Kathy appreciated the fact that at least she might live to be married.
"How d'ya like getting it from a real man?" Grayson pulled an inch back on his vacuum-sealed cock and then accelerated forward to be sure her attention, at least, was undivided.
There was no answer. The cords in Kathy's neck bulged with a fresh onset of pain.
"Good, ain't it, bitch?" he persisted, flexing his cock.
"Ooooh, yes, yes," she cried, fearing the wrong answer would aggravate him into deeds of greater brutality.
Grayson clamped his sticky wet lips down on her mouth and drove his tongue between her teeth. He began a slow rocking motion between Kathy's thighs, his fingers folding into her buttocks and pulling her high onto his jabbing shaft. He rammed with mounting abandon into the dark depths of the unresisting beautiful tender flesh beneath him. He could feel his heated cock increasing in size and pressuring out the walls of her cunt to their strained limits as he savagely ground into her. His fondest wish had been granted, that of brutally banging the insides of this lovely rich girl and for her to tell him that he is a masterful fucking partner.
Kathy felt the tight narrow passage widening with each smooth short stroke against it, and her mind recalled the lewd picture of the two dogs she saw fucking, oblivious to the outside eyes on them. She could feel her vagina behaving as she had seen the female dog's hind quarters acting, the lips of her cunt holding tightly to the pumping prick on each outstroke and reversing and folding inward as he pushed forward.
There was no way to resist the fleshy instrument burrowing deep inside her burning vagina, pinning her hand-cupped ass deeper into the mattress with each thrust. The slurping sound of his prick withdrawing played at her ears tantalizingly. It was the most unusual sound she had ever known, and the awareness that it came from a rigid cock deep inside her own flesh quickened the involuntary reactions of Kathy's old feeling of helplessness and abuse had given way to lewd flames of desire licking through her veins. Her total degradation no longer was an enemy, but was soldered as an ally to sensations within her produced by the first fuck. Since Kathy could sink no lower in her estimation of herself, she smiled in that she was free to ride the unexpected heady experience to the fullest. Her acceptance of the inevitable sent chills running along the base of her spine, swelling in intensity as Grayson set a slow and regular cock-versus-cunt skewering rhythm with his loins.
Her body began to twitch and writhe in time, and she groaned as his tongue probed as a bonus into her open mouth. With sudden complete abandon she responded with her own tongue and attempted to catch the beat of the music from her groin. She began to ride the relentless cock, adapting to the gait as if her body were astride a cantering horse.
A steady low passionate hum crawled from deep in her chest as her face contorted in ecstasy, mouth working feverishly on Grayson's lips and tongue, neck straining, nostrils flared, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under the disheveled blonde hair.
Grayson tightened his grip on her buttocks, holding one slender cheek in each hand, feeling them flex and unflex, submerging his fingers down against the cuntlips to feel his fullsize prick pulling out and pushing in, his hands monitoring the cockwork through her velvety flesh curtain. Grayson felt the limp thighs come to life, striving forward until her hot wet hole of a cunt had swallowed his cock to the greatest depth allowed.
Kathy felt no discomfort and the groans had turned into mewly sounds of pleasure to be transmitted into Grayson's open mouth. She writhed beneath him with the intensity of her feeling, straining for the climactic peak his mouth produced earlier. She had no thoughts except how to get the most from being fucked against her will. Her body was giving back to Grayson what his prick was giving her.
Grayson lifted his face from hers and stared down past his paunch as he shifted into a longer stroke, seeing the glistening cockveins stand out as he withdrew until only the head was inside and then watching her muff flail hungrily as it gobbled on the crushing instroke when their pelvic hairs meshed together and his balls smacked wetly into the crevice of her ass.
He slid a hand inside the crack until he felt the tightly puckered tiny anus cradled defenselessly below. It was stretching with the intense movement of her buttocks pushing against his loins. Grayson cursed himself for forgetting to leave his pants nearer to the bed. He would be unable to fish in the pocket for a silver coin to shove up her asshole as his final gesture of supremacy over an offspring of the rich. Instead he pushed a finger in with a quick movement, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yield once again to his sodomizing digit.
"Ah!" she gasped in painful surprise.
He thrust harder, shoving the finger in to the second knuckle. Grayson relished the fact he now had deeply violated her every sensory orifice capable of rape.
"Aaahhhhhh!" she groaned louder this time from the further outrage against her defenseless asshole.
Grayson had her good. He wished he wasn't ready to cum so that he could roll her over and give her tight little asshole a well-deserved stretching with his prick. He worked the finger around inside, pulling the rubbery softness open wider and wider as he continued to slam into her cunt with long strokes increasing in their velocity. He slipped in a second finger and smiled when the tightness gave way to the twisting of the two deep in her rectum.
The noises coming from her chest became broken gasps of pleasure as her anus grew accustomed to the unnatural invasion, and Grayson's lips split wide in victory as he felt her begin slowly screwing her rectum back on his fingers as they probed methodically around the warm rubbery depths. He finger-fucked her asshole in concert with the drubbing of her cunt by his huge blunt instrument, and she twisted and squealed from the pain and sensual delight of the double impalement of her loins.
Grayson flattened himself heavily on her breasts, making her breath come in labored gasps, and reached with his other hand to above where his cock pounded into her snatch until his prying thumb located the swollen clitoris. Resting his hand on the sweat-soaked pussy hair, he pressed the bud as if it was a doorbell, lightly skimming the wet smooth surface and pressing again.
The legs on either side of him flew up and open and she shrieked hysterically. She opened herself in total offering to the ravishment of her asshole, cunt and clitoris by the inventive lust-crazed demon assaulting her loins. Her drive for fulfillment surpassed even his as her groin bounced back from each jab of cock and fingers like a masochistic punching bag.
"Fuck deeper... I'm going to..."
Her face was contorted and pale with strain as she drove her body against him violently, the hardened nipples digging into his chest like vest buttons. Grayson tore his fingers from her asshole with a wet sound and put his hands beneath her knees and pushed them back and hard down against the mattress on either side of her shoulders. The plane of her crotch was stripped of any protection from the pile-driving prick that slapped brutally into her.
"Ah... ahh... oooohhhhhh... good, good... yesssss," she groaned as if in anguish, her hands clawing at his back, sliding down to his buttocks and pulling in an attempt to make his prick pierce through to her vital organs. Suddenly her body stiffened and it was as if she hung in the air supported only by the length of stiff flesh inside her. She shivered violently.
"I'm cummmming! GeeeEEEzus! I'm c u m m m m m m i n g!... Oooooooooooh!... Ooooooooooh...!"
Grayson felt her cunt opening and the warm gushes of wet sticky liquid flooding hot around his pistoning cock. He released her legs and concentrated on thrusting faster, digging deeper and deeper inside her punishment-demanding cunt. Her legs shot straight out into the air, frozen there as she reached for the full intensity of every split second of her prolonged climax.
He could feel the muscles inside her stomach working the lips of the vagina as if trying to snip off his penis at the stump, sucking tightly as she milked it to keep her own orgasm alive. While Kathy did not appear even to be breathing, Grayson's chest was heaving so hard that he was afraid he would fall into one of his coughing fits before his moment arrived.
But the insane wildness of her climax had an effect on him too. As her warm wet vaginal walls continued to tighten around his hard-driving cock he threw back his head with a wild animal grunt and exploded his lewd hot sperm deep into her womb, his prick jerking and spurting the long-stored cum like from a sputtering geyser into her body. He emptied himself until his aching balls twitched blanks, satisfied in the knowledge that his poor man's cum was forming a deep dense pool that threatened to burst the belly of a beautiful rich blonde girl.
Both bodies went limp and they collapsed in a heap on the rumpled bunk. Kathy, her eyes glazed, gasped what seemed the first breath in an hour, filling her lungs with the perspiration smell of the man sagged on top of her, mixed with the pungent overflow of his cum now running out of her gently palpitating vagina and down her asshole.
The thick penis inside her cunt was shrinking to softness and Grayson withdrew it with a wet sucking noise, a transparent thread of cum still seeping from the head. He rolled over her leg and stood beside the bunk looking down at her. Kathy's body was beaten and used as it never had been before. She lay completely exhausted and lifeless, her legs still splayed obscenely as he had left her. She saw how he was looking at her like a conqueror. The wave of shame and humiliation returned and she closed her legs suddenly and struggled to a hunched sitting position, drawing up her knees and attempting to conceal her breasts with her arms.
"Real modest now that you've had the best fuck you'll ever get."
Grayson edged up to the bed and rubbed the sperm residue from his prick against her bare shoulder.
Kathy said nothing. There was no evil he could subject her to that would surmount what she had just suffered. She climbed off the bed and picked up her clothing. As she stooped over, Grayson snaked a leg around behind her and stuck his toe up her bruised open asshole.
Kathy jumped away and dressed hurriedly. Grayson took his time finding his clothes, whistling softly to himself as he put them on. Kathy held her face away from him until he was fully clothed, then she faced him with eyes aglow from new tears of bitterness and rage.
"Give me the picture," she demanded.
"Why sure, lover," Grayson smiled, reaching into the pocket of his flannel shirt and producing the photograph. He held it out just beyond her reach. "You've forgotten your manners. Remember how I taught you to say please?"
"Please."
"That's nice," he said, holding the picture out closer to her. "Just one more thing. Thank me for fucking you."
Kathy felt the blood rushing to her face. The sordid man wanted the last ounce of his flesh. Then she realized she was being foolish under the circumstances. What more could he do to her? What humiliation could exceed what she had just endured?
"Thank you for fucking me. Mr. Grayson," Kathy said, her words covered with frost.
"I'm a man of my word," Grayson said, handing her the photograph. "You'll never want to fuck your hand again now that you know what's in my pants. Come see me again soon."
Kathy ripped the terrible picture into confetti and scattered the shreds on the concrete floor. She faced Grayson with contemptuous eyes.
"You're a janitor. Sweep it up." She turned for the door.
"Not so quick, bitch. We haven't set up our next meeting."
Kathy wheeled on the steps to the doorway, leveling a murderous glare at Grayson.
"Don't think you can ever do that again. You took me by force. Remember, there are rape laws in this state."
"Rape!" Grayson chortled, stroking the fly of his trousers. "I'm going to fuck you in your smartass mouth for saying that. Tomorrow you're going to meet some pals of mine. And you're going to bring along that little number in hot pants who plays tennis with you."
Kathy stared at the leering lunatic in outright amazement.
"You're crazier than I thought. If you so much as look at me again, I'll have you put behind bars."
Grayson cocked his head to one side and glared coldly.
"Those are the words you're going to eat... right off the end of my prick. May I introduce Mr. Barker, a dear friend of mine who's ready to swear you came to me on your knees begging to be fucked."
Kathy's legs went limp when she saw the figure stepping out of the darkness near the noisy boiler only six feet from the bed. Barker, who she recognized as a country club bartender, smiled evilly as he moved out into the light of the room. Then she saw he was carrying a Polaroid camera. She thought she was going to be sick. He not only witnessed, he had photographed the entire loathsome episode. Kathy sank to the steps and buried her face in her hands. Uncontrollable tears washed out of her eyes and her shoulders were wracked by wild sobs.
What sin had she committed that would result in her life taking such an unpredictably dirty twist? Must she forever pay for her one lust-driven attempt at self-gratification, responding to the spark of damning curiosity Craig placed in her innocent body only the evening before?
"Some real collector's pieces here, Grayson," she heard the bartender say.
She looked up and saw Grayson smiling down at a half-dozen or so photographs spread like poker cards in his hands. He approached her and dropped one of the pictures in her lap.
"Take a look. Your screen test came off real good."
Kathy reluctantly picked up the picture. Steadying her trembling hand, she saw a crazed expression on her face, the arms pulling on Grayson's bare buttocks with all their strength, sucking him deeper into her cunt.
"No, no, no!" she cried out in nauseating remembrance, shuddering with revulsion as she ripped the picture to pieces.
"Doesn't matter, miss fancy bikini panties. I have much more interesting shots. They'll be yours after we do some trading," the bartender sneered.
He stepped up and dropped a piece of paper in her lap.
"That's my address," he said. "Be there tomorrow night at eight. There are still a few things you need to learn."
"Don't forget to bring your little friend," Grayson added. "You wouldn't want me to have to send this here picture to your boyfriend. Your sweetie might not like to kiss a cocksucker."