Chapter 9
Moon had trained Linda far too well, had warped her mind far too completely, for her to be able to deny the fact, however. He had converted her into an avaricious prick lover, a woman possessed with a ravenous hunger for sexual pleasure. As a result, her euphoria, resulting from the long period of orgiastic excess, lasted only until early Monday morning. She awoke with a vague yearning eating away at the slit between her legs and she knew that she was now completely under his power.
"I'll never get enough of it!" she muttered to herself as she rolled onto her side and slipped her hands down onto her pussy. "The bastard, he's got me really hookedand I'm loving it, every bit of it! And every inch they feed me!"
Only the thought that soon she would be with the gang permanently kept her from taking some drastic stepshe did not know what it would be, but she felt the need for some kind of actionto remedy her distressing condition. There were times when she toyed with the idea of becoming a prostitute, though she knew that she lacked the business sense she would need if she were to make a success at practicing that ancient profession. Nevertheless she found it amusing and rather exciting to visualize herself walking the streets, propositioning every man who passed by, and being accepted by most of them. The succession of strange men, all interested only in a few moments' worth of pleasure with her body, fascinated her.
I'm just horny, she said to herself. In spite of that workout on Saturday and Sunday, I'm still as hot for it as a teenager at her first prom! It would be nice, though, to spend the night with a fellow again, to go to sleep after a long, juicy screw and wake up with come plastered all over us both. And then to wake him up by sucking him off!
Moon took care that Linda did not lose the conditioning she had already received. He called her nearly every day, missing only once between that Monday and the day before they were supposed to rob the bank, and gave her the address of a place where she could meet him and one or more of his cohorts. She kept these appointments religiously and walked away from the assignations with a sense of again having fulfilled her own special destiny.
"Something special for you tonight," Moon said when she met him for the first time after the Saturday-Sunday orgy. "I figure it's about time you had your cunt eaten proper!"
Linda was transfixed with delight at this. She had been missing the unique thrill of having a man's face between her thighs. True, Carol and Judythe only two women she had yet seen in the company of the gangoften went down on her but Linda quickly decided that however tender and skillful a woman might be at eating pussy, there was nothing quite like the brutal, anxious, pressing way a man did it.
"If you want to," she said, automatically reaching down to caress the tingling bud of her clitoris. "But I'm warning you, I haven't washed it since before that time at the beach house, so it's getting pretty awful down there. At least, most people would say so. The girls at work are beginning to think I have a disease or something; they've been giving me funny looks and talking about deodorants, 'feminine hygiene,' things like that."
"You won't have to put up with them cunts much longer," Moon told her, stretching out on his back and licking his lips in anticipation of the feast she was cradling between her thighs. "Hey, that reminds me, you'd better tell your banker friend that you're quitting next week. Make up some kind of excuse; tell him you're going up North or something. We don't want you disappearing from there without anybody knowing anything about it."
"I'll do it tomorrow," Linda promised as she knelt over his head. "I'll give him a hint that it's because ... well, because of that weekend. He hasn't been at all friendly as of late and I think hell be glad to see me getting out of there."
"No, turn around the other way," Moon told her as she got over him with her face toward his head. "Let's suck each other at the same timea little sixty-nine might be just what you need today."
Linda made the required adjustment and settled into place. Moon's cock lay limply across his belly; she would have the additionally delightful task of bringing it to an erection.
"What a change a few weeks can make!" she marveled as she took his flaccid prick in her hand and pulled the thick foreskin off the head. "When I went down to that beach house with Paul I'd have been terribly offended if a fellow had even wanted to fuck after he'd been with another woman. And now, seeing all this dried, leftover come on your dick, smelling all the women who've come on it, it just makes me want to eat you all the more! What's happened to me?"
"Then you were a stuck up, prissy little bitch," he told her, admiring the healthy, gamey pussy that she held just above his face. "You hadn't ever had your asshole fucked; you didn't know much about screwing or sucking; you didn't know much of anything except that you liked cocks. Now, you've found out what it's all about! Now shut up and start eating dickI want you to get me hard and then give me a blow job!"
Linda could not help remembering her affected daintiness before that momentous weekend, when Moon and Sky had invaded the beach house; she wryly contrasted the girl she had been then with her present position. Realizing that she would then have been horribly offended at what she was now about to do, she also understood that the contrast between what she had been and what she was now could also be a source of sexual stimulation.
She tried to put herself in the place of the earlier Linda and to stand away from herself and Moon, detached and objective, so she could watch the lewd acts they were performing on each other. She saw herself kneeling over him, knees widespread and pussy wide open to his lips; she saw herself fondling that semen-encrusted prick, ripe with the juices of who knows how many cunts. The vision was an exciting one and she sucked up the head of his prick in a greedy gulp.
The acrid tastes fired her senses, turning her tongue into a dervish of erotic activity, and she engorged the entire flaccid length of prick into her mouth. She tried to stuff his heavy balls into her lips too but of course there was no room; she had to release her grip upon the prick in order to suck up the heavy, sperm-laden eggs. The cunt drippings and semen from old encounters were on his bag too and she rolled the big lumps of maleness around in her mouth. She covered his bag with kisses, working farther down between his legs and bringing her lips closer to his ass.
"Hey, you've really got the right idea!" Moon murmured, spreading his legs apart and lifting his rump slightly to afford her easier access to the target her depraved senses had selected.
He still had not attacked her pussy. His fingers had been busy at spreading the lips and fondling the area around the slit, but he had not yet touched her sex flesh with his own lips. He pursed his lips and blew on her, riffling the tender, curling hairs with his breath. Linda shivered at the strange, deliciously exciting touch of air. He inhaled deeply, sniffing of her aromatic opening, and grinned with perverted delight.
"This little cunt is ready for eating," he muttered to Sky, who sat nearby watching. "Man, is she ever ready for it! And the hotter she gets, the more it makes that cunt of hers stink!"
He forced the lips of her pussy wide apart with his strong fingers, opening her up completely, and stuck out the tip of his tongue. He touched her lightly, merely grazing her excited flesh, but even that contact was enough to bring a groaning, wailing approval to her throat. Linda flexed the muscles in her hips and thighs, enjoying the slight added tension she could bring to bear on her tortured pussy and clitoris. Moon seized her buttocks in his rough hands and squeezed hard, crushing and kneading the sensitive flesh in a way that again made her moan with ecstasy. His tongue glided near her swollen clitoris, now an angry cone of aroused womanhood, but did not touchhe was too canny to attack the very seat of her sensuality and preferred to work up to it gradually. Linda's hips began weaving back and forth as the hot lust mounted in her loins.
Her tongue now played over the rim of Moon's asshole. Rimmed with dark, curly hair of an extraordinary fineness, the small opening attracted her tongue like a magnet. She tried to ram her tongue into the very mouth of his ass. She ignored the myriad flavors that assaulted her tastebuds as she rimmed him, flavors redolent of things that set her aflame with desire, and concentrated on forcing her tongue deeper into his asshole.
"I'm fucking a man with my tongue!" she thought to herself as she stiffened her tongue and tried to gouge it farther into the ripe opening. "It's just like he was doing it to me; I'm doing something to him that he can do to me!"
Her hands did not ignore the rapidly hardening prick, however. She grasped him firmly in her fingers, rubbing his cock against her throat in an effort to excite herself. She was so fully aware of his prick and what she was doing to his asshole that she did not even feel his tongue gliding back and forth in her moist, slippery furrow. Moon secured her wholehearted attention by jabbing a finger, thoughtfully moistened in that same crevice, into her asshole. She threw up her head abruptly, uttering a strangled oath when she felt his finger probe deep into her own bowel.
"Agghh!" she cried, writhing in sensual agony as the finger radiated sexual delight through her rear. "Do it, do it, do it!"
Moon chuckled at that and removed his finger; he had sought only to disrupt her concentration on him and to prepare her for another round of teasing torment.
"Fingerfuck my ass, baby, run your finger in it and give me an ass job," he ordered. "You can pretend your finger's a cock and I'm a faggot!"
Utterly helpless before the stern power of his will, she complied. His asshole was already slippery, due to the activity of her tongue, and her middle finger slipped easily into place. Linda felt another wave of sensuality slip over her as she watched her finger enter his body; the thought struck her that this was exactly what her own asshole looked like as it was being punctured by a finger. In a way, she thought, it was like watching herself being subjected to the lewdest kind of caresses and this thought also made her even more excited.
"Don't forget the cock," he reminded her. "Go down on it, you bitch, run it all the way in!"
She did so but was quickly distracted by the way Moon tongued and bit her own throbbing wound. He plastered his mouth against her pussy and sucked in a mouthful of her most intimate flesh, then began gnawing roughly at the tingling lips. His teeth crushed the lips of her pussy, mangled her clitoris, and excited her to the utmost. She rolled and ground her hips aimlessly, pulling against the inexorable pressure of his lips and teeth; the added stimulation was immense and she was forced to lift her mouth off his cock and cry out for relief.
"Fuck it deep!!" she pleaded, tossing her head from side to side and snuggling against Moon's mouth in an effort to coax him into doing her bidding. "Oh, tongue-fuck me, do it to me!"
He dug his finger into her asshole again, giving her another and different kind of pleasure, then tensed his tongue and shot it deep. It rubbed against the rim of her cunt, bringing squeals of delight to her lips, and slithered into the honeyed opening. He drove his tongue as deep into her cunt as it would go and then removed it. Again he thrust it home, only to withdraw it; he repeated the in-and-out motion over and over until she was shaking from head to foot. The orgasmic shocks rippled cleanly through her body and brought cries of agonized delight to her lips. She held herself up on her extended arms, tense and responsive, as he continued to drive his stiff tongue in and out of her convulsively grasping cunt. Her clitoris was mashed against his chin; the stubble of his day-old whiskers scraped her cruelly but she felt nothing more than a massive fog of orgiastic pleasure spreading outward from the throbbing cone of femininity.
Moon sucked eagerly at the cascade of cunty oils released by her tumultuous climax and heated to almost a boil by her extended arousal. She remained on him for several minutes, enjoying the last flickers of feeling, then gently lowered herself down until she was prostrate on his belly. His prick rested against her lips but she could not find the energy she needed to resume sucking it.
"What a way to come!" she marveled in a low, husky whisper. "Oh, baby, I thought I was going to cream forever! Did you like it? Do you still like the taste of my cunt? Did I come enough for you?"
"It was okay," Moon replied. "But I thought you were going to suck me off too."
"I was trying," she murmured, now aware that she had forgotten all about his cock, 'Taut when I started coming I couldn't do anything; I didn't even know you had a prick! That's how much you were fucking me; you just drove it out of my prick-loving mind! But don't worry, honey, I'll suck it for you; I'll suck that cock till it can't stand up at all!"
"I know you will," he told her, "but that can wait for a while. Why don't you try something else first? Carol's in the next room; she's got a little dingus she wants to try on you. She'd like to see what it's like to fuck a girl, so why don't you give her a chance?"
"Anything," Linda promised. "You know I'll do anything for you!"
Carol appeared on command; it was almost as he she had been listening through the closed door. Linda looked up and stiffened in horror: the girl carried a brutally large dildo, a knobby, thick tool made of rubber, and she was coming forward with a look of erotic excitement on her face.
"She's not going to ... not with that!" Linda moaned, shrinking back as her eyes remained glued to the massive tool.
"Sure, it'll feel just like a cock," Moon told her. "See, she's strapping it on now and it fits right where a cock oughtta be. Come on, baby, roll over and let her hump it to you dog fashion. You can suck my dick while she's fucking you, if you like."
That reward alone made it possible for Linda to submit to the humiliation of being skewered by the wicked-looking tool that now jutted out from Carol's pussy. It was easily as large as Moon's prick and had the additional feature of being thickly crusted with wartlike projections. Linda shuddered with apprehension when she imagined what that obscenely shaped tool would do to her cunt.
"Don't worry about it," Carol advised her as she knelt behind her rump. "The bumps aren't all that hard; they won't scratch. And girls always have a lot of stretch in their cunts anyway. Hell, I've been fucking myself with this all morning!"
Linda concentrated fiercely upon the prick Moon placed below her lips but she could not ignore the fact that her pussy was being stretched to the utmost by the tremendous tool attached to Carol. She felt it with acuteness, even the warts, and felt a flood of revulsion sweep over her. She did not understand the reason Moon and Sky delighted in forcing her to perform these obscene, unnatural acts with other girls and she hated herself for even the small twinges of pleasure she felt when doing them. She understood, though, that it was necessary to submit to them if she were going to continue to have free access to the pricks she had grown to love and need with such desperate urgency. That understanding alone was enough to ensure her acquiescence and thus she fought down the urge to resist when Carol shoved the dildo into her cunt.
Fortunately Moon's prick was exciting enough, and her cunt was disciplined enough, for her to become less aware of Carol's obscene actions. She found herself devoting herself more and more to Moon's prick and soon she was so engrossed in bringing him to a climax that she thought of nothing else. Her hands roamed over his loins, stroking the prick and fondling the ballsand even venturing down to toy with his asshole. Moon enjoyed it all and held her head in his hands as he worked his prick around in her mouth.
"Get ready!" he warned, giving an especially violent hump and shoving his cock into her throat. "I can feel it now; you're gonna get more come than you know what to do with!"
He had overestimated his discharge and Linda easily swallowed the entire load of sperm. As she sucked and swallowed, she felt her cunt swell up to the bursting point and deliver yet another forceful climax; Carol ignored her joy and fucked steadily, working the cunt-smeared dildo in and out with a slow, rhythmical motion. When Linda fell off Moon, exhausted and limp, she also slipped off the dildo strapped to Carol's loins. The blunt, grotesque projectile reared up as if it were seeking another victim.
That was the last time Linda saw Carol. Twice more during the week before the robbery was to come off, Judy was present when she met Moon and Sky; once she was told to mouth the girl's cunt but otherwise her sexual activities were limited to the two men. They tapered off the doses of the drug they had given her, allowing her only three glasses of the spiked water during the week. Moon explained that since she was learning so well to obey their commands there was no longer any need for the powerful mind-opener.
Paul seemed gratified when Linda handed him her letter of resignation from the bank. He asked her to stay until the following Tuesday the day Moon and his friends were supposed to rob the bankin order to prepare the necessary papers for the large shipment of currency to the Federal Reserve bank where it would be destroyed. On her last day of work he fairly glowed with happiness; it was all too apparent that he was glad to be rid of her.
"Don't you want to clear out your desk?" he asked at the end of the day when she prepared to leave.
"Maybe I'll come back and do it tomorrow," she said, shrugging indifferently. "If I don't, don't worry about it; just throw it all away. There's nothing in there that I want."