Chapter 9
"Are you telling me you actually liked the way he sodomized you?" Joyce asked Caryn later that afternoon, when Steve had gone out of the house. He had offered to take one of both with him, but it was a cold February day out, and as a result the two women felt it wiser to remain indoors.
"That's exactly what I'm telling you," Caryn smiled. "I never realized what a fantastic man he was. To think, I was carpooling with him for two years and never dreamed of the wonderful things he's capable of making me feel."
"But in the behind!" Joyce gasped.
"It felt good!" Caryn insisted.
Her dress was already starting to fit her a bit loosely, and she realized she was losing weight at a rapid clip. At the moment she was wearing a brown and white dress, no stockings, the same heavy socks she'd had on before, the same undies she had put on before Steve had taken them off, and the same shoes.
Joyce was wearing blue slacks and a light blue blouse. She also wore socks and flat shoes. The two of them had just finished eating lunch, and they were sitting in the living room, watching the movies on channel nine. Though the rest of the TV channels came up with all kinds of junk on Saturday afternoon, one was always able to count on channel nine for a movie. Even if it wasn't always a good movie, any movie was better than the documentaries, the nature studies, and the sporting events of the previous year shown on the other channels. Caryn was certain that if a Nielson Rating Survey was taken in New York alone on a Saturday, Channel Nine would probably have the largest viewership.
"Don't tell me you're starting to fall for him," Joyce insisted.
"Believe it or not, I think I am," Caryn admitted. "In spite of the rough way he's treated me, I like him as a person."
"Well I'll stick a knife in him before I let him do something like that to my ass," Joyce insisted.
"I hear it only hurts the first time," Caryn shrugged. "After that, it's supposed to be just as good there as it is the front way."
"What's the matter with you?" Joyce asked. "Do you have Greek blood?"
"Not really," Caryn smiled. "But he does know how to make me feel good. I mean, face it, Joyce, in spite of the way you feel he's humiliated you, he certainly made you feel really good."
"He's done that," Joyce admitted. "But he hasn't used his cock on me below the waist yet."
"I think the time has come for the two of us to show him we're willing to go along with whatever he has in mind," Caryn insisted.
"What are you thinking of?" Joyce asked.
"I think we should gang up on him and see if he can really make the pair of us feel as good as he claims he can."
Joyce was about to object, but it occurred to her he was going to abuse her, anyway. It was certainly her turn. Why not let him work on both her and Caryn. It would lull away his suspicions, and when the right time came, she would take the opportunity to leave.
"All right," she nodded to Caryn. "Tell you what. I'll start, and you can sort of walk in and take over, or join in, whatever the case may be. Suppose you go for a walk or something when we see him coming."
"Suits me," Caryn nodded. "I'll be back in a hurry, so make sure you really have him going."