Chapter 8
"I heard on the radio," said Kim, "that they found her body."
Vic nodded. "Yeah. But there's nothing that ties her in with us. Nobody knew she was here and no-body saw us dump her body. So we're clean. How's that stupid stepson of yours?"
"He hasn't been out of the house since it happened. I've seen him with hangovers before, but he really had a beaut this time."
"Is he scared because he killed her?" asked Randy.
Kim made a face. "He was so drunk I'm not sure he even knows he killed her."
"Man, is he in for a shock!"
Kim turned to Vic. "Your phone call before--why did you tell me to come here this afternoon? I think it's better if we don't take any chances on being seen together for a while."
"Relax, baby--we've got nothing to worry about."
"Maybe. But why did you want me here?"
He made a vague motion with his hands. "Oh, a couple of reasons."
"Such as?"
"Well, for one thing, I thought you'd like to see some of the pictures we took. Max has a complete set printed."
"I'm not really interested."
"Sure you are. Show her the first one, Max."
She took the picture that Max thrust into her hand, gave it a casual glance. Then she stiffened and stared hard at the print. It showed Marie lying on the bed with Bruce kneeling by her head when he'd been trying to force her to suck his cock. But it also showed Kim standing naked beside the bed, smiling down at Bruce as she held his prick in her hand.
Kim gasped. "You--you took pictures--of me!"
"Yeah."
"How many?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Show her the next one, Max."
In this one Bruce was lying on his back and she was holding his cock in her hand and busily licking it. They'd taken several shots while she was licking Bruce's prick. In one, her tongue was bathing his cockhead. In another, it was scraping along the sensitive underside of his tool. In still another, she was licking his balls. They even had a shot showing how she'd sucked one of his balls into her mouth.
Max finally spread all the pictures out on the table and she didn't even try to count how many there were. She just stared at them, stunned. There were a good many of them that showed her sucking Bruce's prick, her lips stretched wide to get his big cock in her mouth. And there were others that showed what he'd been doing while she sucked him--squeezing her breast, poking his finger in her cunt and licking her pussy.
"Here's a dandy," said Max.
It showed Bruce's prick so deep in her mouth that it was obviously ramming against the back of her throat. Bruce's tongue was licking her clit and his finger was buried in her ass.
Vic pointed to a different one. "I think this one's the best of all."
It had clearly been taken at the moment when Kim had come. Her body was stiff and her face distorted, and she remembered how she had tried to scream in that instant but had been stopped by the cock that filled her mouth.
"Yeah," said Vic again, "that one's the best. Jesus, just look at Your face! Anybody can tell from that how you just loved having him lap your cunt and make you cum."
Kim felt a bitter taste in her mouth and she knew it was the taste of fear. She wasn't exactly sure what she was afraid of, and that only made it worse. "What are you going to do with these?" she asked.
Vic shrugged. "I don't know."
"Why'd you take them in the first place?"
"You performed so beautifully, it didn't seem right to pass up the opportunity."
She tried to pretend a lightness she didn't feel. "Well, I guess it doesn't make any difference. With that mask I was wearing, no one can tell who it was. It could be any girl in those pictures."
"In some of them, yeah. But in others--here, take a good look. You see that right there? How many girls do you think have a birthmark on their hips--a birthmark shaped like a prick?"
She stared, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was true. In one picture after another, the birthmark was clearly visible. There would never be. any question as to the identity of the girl in those pictures.
A sudden fury welled up within her and she scooped the pictures into a pile and snatched them up. Vic watched her with an amused smile on his face.
"You want 'em, baby?" he said. "Okay, you can have 'em. Max can always make more from the negatives. What do you want to do with those--take 'em home and show 'em to your husband?"
Just the thought of it rocked her like a blow in the stomach. God, if Gordon should ever see those pictures! There were so many varying implications, her mind couldn't immediately sort them out. There was, of course, the obvious fact that she'd been having sex--lewd, uninhibited sex--with another man. With her own stepson. And equally obvious was the fact that she'd been enjoying it immensely. Those things above were bad enough, and she shuddered to think of what Gordon would do if he saw those horrible pictures.
But it was even worse than that. Almost all the pictures showed Marie tied naked on the bed while Kim and Bruce indulged in sex, and that told a further story. It directly tied her in with kidnapping, rape and murder. Still worse--from Gordon's point of view, if he ever learned of it--would be the part she had played in luring Bruce into raping the girl and setting him up for blackmail. No matter what happened, she knew Gordon must never learn about that.
Her eyes bored into Vic. "Are you going to show these to my husband?"
He laughed. "Baby--why would I do that?"
"I don't know. You sounded like--like you were threatening me."
He patted her ass. "You've got an active imagination. And you're also wearing panties again." He felt her breast. "And a bra, too. How come you're back to those again?"
She shrugged, not bothering to answer. There was no way to make him understand. How could she explain the revulsion she felt for herself, the way she actually loathed herself'? Now she could view that awful scene in a rational way, without having her thinking clouded by the sexual lust that had in-flamed her body and mind at the time. And it sickened her. Her own part in it particularly sickened her. It wasn't just the sex she had enjoyed with her own stepson. It went beyond that.
It was the girl. Marie.
She'd been so young, so terrified. Tied helpless to the bed, maybe she'd felt a surge of hope when she saw Kim enter the room. Perhaps she had thought that one of her own sex would surely help her. The nausea rose in Kim's throat. Instead of helping the struggling girl, what had she done? She'd help rape her. She'd sucked Bruce's prick to get him ready. She'd goaded him into the rape, actually talked him into it when he was debating. She'd guided his cock to the girl's cunt.
God, she was worse than an animal! She, who had experienced the terror of rape such a short time ago--she had helped inflict the same thing on a defenseless girl. The girl had died screaming, a man's prick ravaging her young pussy and his arm on her throat, choking the life out of her. And Kim knew that she herself had helped put that prick in Marie's pussy and that arm on her throat.
She herself had helped kill her.
Why? Because of her new obsession with sex, the way she had been inflamed with lust. That had robbed her of her sense of values, of any sense of decency she'd once had, of everything that was worthwhile. Somehow she had to struggle up out of the depravity in which she'd been wallowing. Some-how she had to become a normal human being again. And in some obscure way, it seemed that a first step in that direction involved wearing a bra and panties again. Then she wouldn't be deliberately trying to feel sexy, and she wouldn't be so ready to whip her dress over her head and be instantly naked and waiting for some man to screw her.
But there was no way she could explain all that to Vic and she didn't bother trying.
Anyway, Vic had what he wanted now. He had the pictures to blackmail Bruce and collect Gordon's money. But even that was no longer important to Kim. That whole episode in her life was now behind her and the sooner she left it, and severed all connections with Vic and Max and Randy, the better it would be.
She discovered she still clutched those vile pictures in her hand and she threw them on the table. She certainly had no use for them and they were something else that would be better left behind. Vic put them in his pocket.
"I have to go," she said.
He seized her wrist and pulled her down on the sofa beside him. "Not yet, baby. It's still early."
She tried to pull free of his grip. "Please--you're hurting me. Why are you making me stay here?"
Before he could answer, there was a knock at the door. Max went to answer it and immediately re-turned with another man.
"You're late," said Vic.
The man shrugged. "I got delayed. But I'm here, like you told me to be. How much have you got for me?"
"Unfortunately, I'm short of cash at the moment. But I thought we might be able to make a deal."
The man's eyes narrowed. "What kind of deal?"
Vic turned to Kim. "Baby, I want you to meet an associate of mine--Rick."
She nodded coolly, uncertain of what was happening.
"You see," continued Vic, "I have a little problem and I decided you could help me with it."
She frowned. "Me?"
He turned back to Rick. "It's only temporary, but, like I said, I'm low on money right now. But I know you and I know your tastes and--well, I thought we might make some other arrangements for this payment."
Rick's voice was cold and menacing. "Like what?"
"You should have been there the first time I met Kim. She had a--sort of a fall--and her skirt slid way up and gave me a good look at her legs. Kim, stand up and show Rick what great legs you have."
She stared at him. "I'll do no such thing!"
"Baby, you don't understand the problem I have with this guy and--"
"I don't care about your problems."
"You'll care, all right--or you'll have a problem of your own."
His voice had suddenly gone hard, and it made her shiver. He reached in his pocket, pulled out one of the pictures and held it in his palm for her to see. It was one of the shots of her sucking Bruce's cock.
"Maybe you'd like me to show this to your husband," he said.
She gasped. "You--you wouldn't!"
"The hell I wouldn't. Jesus Christ, what's gotten into you, anyway? A few days ago you couldn't get your clothes off fast enough and you couldn't wait to get a prick in your mouth or in your cunt. Now you act like a goddamn nervous virgin."
There was no way she could make him understand and she just glared at him, her eyes filled with loathing and hopeless fury.
"Come on," he growled impatiently. "It isn't going to hurt you to show a guy your legs. Or would you rather have me send these pictures to your husband?"
Still glaring at him, she rose and lifted her dress part way up her thighs.
"Higher. He wants to see what color panties you're wearing."
She raised her skirt higher.
"Real nice legs," murmured Rick. "And red pan-ties. Does her bra match?"
"I don't know," said Vic. "Take your dress off, honey, and show us."
She hesitated until Vic scowled. Then she unzipped the dress, tugged it over her head and faced them in her bra and panties.
"Yeah," said Rick, "red bra too. But there has to be some padding. That can't all be natural stuff inside her bra."
Vic looked pained. "You're full of shit. She doesn't need any padding in her bra."
"I don't believe it."
"I'm telling you--Okay, I'll prove it. Take your bra off, Kim."
Arguing, she knew, would be useless and she reached behind her back, unsnapped her bra and shrugged it off her shoulders. Her big breasts tumbled free. They quivered momentarily, then stilled, pointing at the men, proud and erect.
Rick licked her lips. "Yeah, you're right--no pad-ding. Christ, what a pair of tits! Let's see the rest of her."
Vic nodded at her. "Off with the panties, honey. And don't look so upset. It's not like nobody ever saw you naked before."
She sighed in resignation and slid her panties down over her hips. As she bent forward to step out of them, her breasts swayed enticingly and she heard a low whistle from Rick.
Then she straightened and faced them. Naked.
It was true, as Vic had said, that this wasn't the first time men had viewed her nude body. Vic and Max and Randy had stripped her before and, at first, she'd been embarrassed to death. Later she had willingly, even eagerly, undressed for them and flaunted her body in front of them in her driving passion for sex. But this was different from any of those other times, different from anything she had ever experienced. The way Vic was forcing her to ex-pose her body to Rick, it was almost as if she was a--well, a piece of livestock which one man callously displayed to another. That was what made it so utterly humiliating.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts and her anger at Vic that she wasn't aware of Rick approaching her until he squeezed her breast.
She knocked his hand away. "Look, if you have to!" she spat. "But don't touch!"
Vic slapped her hard in the face. "You bitch--you're supposed to be nice to my friends!"
She turned on him in fury. "I'm not an animal--you don't own me!"
"You're wrong, sweetheart." He patted the pictures in his pocket. "I do own you--remember? Or do you want me to mail that little package we talked about?"
Panic assailed her again. God, no--Gordon couldn't see those pictures! No matter what she had to do, she couldn't allow that to happen.
"Well?" pressed Vic. "Which is it? Am I the boss or aren't I?"
She wilted. "You're the boss."
He smirked. "That's better." He turned to Rick. "Okay, she won't give you any more trouble."
She turned her head so she wouldn't have to look at Rick's face. Even worse than the open lust he displayed was the gloating sneer on his face. It made her feel as if she was nothing more than an animal for sale and he had just bought the right to do with her as he pleased.
He cupped her full breasts in his hands, jiggled them in his palms as if he were hefting their weight.
"Real nice tits you've got," he grated. "A beautiful pair of boobs."
He stroked the smoothness of her flesh, then squeezed, and his fingers bit deep into the full softness of her breasts. He pinched her nipples and pulled them roughly.
"Honey," said Vic, "he keeps looking down between your legs and I think you ought to invite him to have a little fun there too."
She shot Vic a look of loathing, and her voice was flat and lifeless as she turned to Rick.
"You want to feel my cunt?"
Realizing that the girl was being forced to submit to his desires, he chose to humiliate her even more. "What is it you want me to do?"
"Play--with my pussy."
"Ask me real nice."
She clenched her teeth. "Please--please stick your finger in my cunt and play with it."
"Okay. I'm always glad to do a girl a favor."
He slid one hand down across her stomach and momentarily stroked the hair on her crotch. Knowing what was expected of her, she shifted her feet further apart, spreading her legs and making room for him. He grinned briefly at her submissiveness, then wiggled his finger into her pussy.
"Nice," he murmured.
He worked his finger back and forth in her cunt, rubbing the soft folds of her sensitive flesh. Finally he poked his finger in her hole, forcing it in as deep as he could get it, then ramming it in and out of her. And all the time his other hand still fondled her tits.
Kim tried to repress a shudder. The familiar tingling sensation was starting again. She could feel it in her breasts and in her crotch at first, but it rapidly spread out and seemed to engulf her entire body. God, she thought, she couldn't allow that to happen--she couldn't let her body betray her. She wasn't going to be enslaved by lust any more so that she was robbed of all decency and acted like a rutting animal. But with the things he was doing to her--with his stroking hands and his probing finger--she knew she was becoming aroused in spite of herself and she could feel her juices starting to flow once again.
Rick felt them too. "Jesus, your twat is wet! You like to get felt, huh?"
"No."
"What?" Vic's voice was ominous.
She sighed. "Yes--I like it."
Rick grinned. "What else do you like, baby?"
"Everything."
"I bet you'd like a finger up your ass, wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
"Tell me how much you'd like it."
"Please stick your finger in my asshole--stick it in me deep."
"With a finger in your pussy at the same time?"
"Yes--in both my holes at once."
He took his hand from her breast, slid it down to her ass. Working her cheeks apart, he prodded with his fingertip at her asshole and then suddenly rammed it into her with brutal force.
The sharp pain made her wince and she had to concentrate on relaxing to keep it from hurting even more. The bastard, she thought. He could have used the finger that was wet and lubricated from her cunt and he could have worked it into her slower and easier. Instead, he had used a dry finger and had deliberately shoved it deep in her asshole so hard and quick he surely knew it would hurt her. But she refused to give him the satisfaction of crying out, and as she forced herself to relax the pain gradually subsided.
Now he worked his two fingers in and out of her simultaneously, one in her pussy and one in her ass. At the same time, he moved his body closer to her and pumped his crotch against her hip. Even through his pants, she could feel the bulge of his cock and knew he had a hard-on from what he'd been doing to her.
Suddenly he stepped away from her and started taking off his clothes. "Just give me a minute, baby, and I'll be ready for you."
She had to keep concentrating on the fact that she was being forced to do this. She wasn't doing it because she wanted to--that part of her life she had put behind her. But she simply could not allow Vic to mail those pictures to Gordon.
A sudden thought crossed her mind. It was true she couldn't refuse to do what Vic ordered her to do. Still, since she had to go through with it, there might be a way she could turn it to her advantage and gain something from the humiliating experience.
She turned to Vic. "Look--I'll make you a deal."
He laughed briefly. "Honey, you're in no position to bargain. You'll do what I tell you--period."
"Maybe--maybe not. Okay, so you've got me over a barrel with those pictures and I'm in trouble if I don't do what you want. But the way it seems to me, Rick has something on you. I don't know what, but something. And if I don't make him happy, then I gather you're going to be in trouble."
His face darkened. "You goddamn bitch! You'd better--"
"So like I said, I'll make you a deal. I'll go through with this--I'll give Rick what he wants and I'll make him happy. In return, you give me those pictures and the negatives."
He hesitated, still scowling.
"Make up your mind," she snapped. "With all of you to hold me down, I suppose Rick could rape me and get what he wants anyway. But, believe me, he won't have half the fun out of it that way, and he'll probably take it out on you. So--do we have a deal?"
He sighed. "Okay, you bitch. But you'd better make him real happy."
She turned back to Rich and saw he was naked. Her eyes went to his prick, standing stiffly erect. It wasn't as big as Vic's or Bruce's, but she sensed that he'd like to be flattered by having a girl tell him how large it was. She stepped toward him and grasped his cock firmly in her hand.
"Mmmmm," she breathed, "such a nice big prick--and so hard and stiff. That's the size a girl can really enjoy."
He grinned foolishly as she lightly stroked his cock, running her fingers lightly along the sensitive underside and alternately holding it with a tighter grip as she pumped it more vigorously. And every once in a while her hand strayed lower to fondle his balls. Now that she knew she was going to get the pictures and negatives, it was easier to force herself to pretend an interest in what she was doing.
"Let's go upstairs to the bedroom," she murmured, "and you can show me how well you can satisfy a girl with that nice big prick of yours."
"Stay here and do it," growled Vic.
Rick nodded. "Yeah. Why waste time going up-stairs? An audience doesn't bother us, does it, baby?"
Maybe Rick really didn't want to waste time going upstairs, but she knew Vic was just trying to make it as humiliating for her as he could. Not only was he forcing her to let Rick screw her, but he was making her do it in front of the rest of them.
She choked back an angry retort, reminding her-self that it was all going to-be worth it because she'd have possession of the pictures and the negatives. Then she'd be free of Vic. Never again would he force her into anything like this.
She managed to smile at Rick. "How would you like it, Big Man? Want me to just lie on the floor and spread my legs?"
He squirmed as she continued stroking his cock and he slipped his finger into her cunt again and fondled her breast.
"I don't know," he said. "What do you do best--what's the specialty of the house?"
"I'm a real good lay--Vic can tell you that."
"What else?"
"Would you like a blowjob? They tell me I'm a damn good cocksucker."
"I'll bet you are."
"Or would you like to fuck me in the ass?"
"Have you ever had it in the ass before?"
"Yes."
He seemed disappointed, as though he'd hoped he might be the first one to do that to her. She had to laugh inwardly at that. He wasn't going to be the first at anything, because everything had been done to her that a man could possibly do to a girl.
"Tell you what," be said. "You pick it, baby. Decide what you want me to do to you."
She considered it briefly. Almost immediately she decided against sucking him off; never again did she want a man's prick in her mouth or his come spurting in her throat. And just as quickly she ruled out the thought of letting him fuck her in the ass. The way he had deliberately hurt her by ramming his finger in her asshole, she was sure he wouldn't be gentle about shoving his cock in there. She didn't want him to do anything to her at all, but of the various possibilities, it seemed that having him fuck her would be the lesser evil. And if she could make herself appear eager and give him a real good screw, she could probably make him come quickly and then the whole thing would be over in a hurry.
She dropped to the floor, threw her legs wide and spread her cuntlips open with her fingers.
"Come on, Big Man," she breathed. "See my wet little pussy waiting for you? Sock it to me--show me how you make a girl happy with that big old prick of yours."
She was afraid he'd realize from her tone that she was pretending a desire she didn't really feel, but he was too busy staring at her open cunt to notice. Nor did Vic and the others seem to notice. Perhaps, she thought, she was a better actress than she realized. And that was all to the good, since she had to go through with this and give Rick a good lay.
He knelt between her legs, nudged his cockhead against the moist entrance to her pussy.
She managed to repress a shudder. It was so different this time, so very different from all the other times the men had fucked her. Then she had wanted it. She'd been so anxious to have a hard prick nose its way into her and produce those exquisite sensations when it slammed deep up inside of her.
But this was so different it startled her. Etched in her memory was her shocking sexual experience with Bruce and her part in Marie's rape and death. That, together with the humiliating way she was being forced to let Rick screw her, wiped out any desire or arousal she might have felt. The tingling in her breasts and her crotch had ceased and she knew she wasn't going to come. Now she felt only revulsion at what she was doing and she wanted to gag at the feel of Rick's prick nudging her cunt.
He wasted no time on preliminaries. With one driving thrust, he sank his cock all the way into her.
She knew she'd been right in not letting him fuck her in the ass. He would have used the same kind of brutal entry there and would have hurt her terribly. Fortunately her pussy was wet so he slid into her easily and she felt no pain.
But the way he entered her was typical of the way he fucked her. He never spoke once, never hesitated and never varied his rhythm. In long hard strokes, he simply battered away at her soft body, ramming his prick in and out of her cunt with an almost maniacal intensity. So fierce was his attack that her body was slowly pushed across the floor with the force of his blows and the rug scraped harshly on her back. But he was entirely oblivious to that. He simply crawled after her and kept pounding away at her pussy. Even when he reached up and seized her breast and crushed it cruelly in his hand, he still didn't break the rhythm of his strokes.
Nor did the rhythm change even when he finally pumped his cum into her. She saw his eyes widen slightly and saw his breath come faster, but that was all. There was no wild jerking of his body, no frantic faster fucking. He continued on at his same savage pace as she felt his sperm spurt in hot jets in her battered cunt, until it was over and he stopped abruptly and fell forward on top of her.
And as she lay half crushed under his weight with his softening cock slowly slipping out of her drenched pussy, her feeling of revulsion slowly came to be mingled with a growing sense of elation. Now she was free of Vic. She'd paid the price for what she'd done. Now she'd used her body one last time to buy those pictures and negatives, and Gordon would never learn the disgusting truth about her.