Chapter 8

Asshole chewed cockhead as Jessica James went up in flames. The burning bush between her legs was stoked with another prick. Her paws dripped come as they whacked yet another pecker.

Fucked by Alexander, Roger, and, dearest of all, her fiction-come-to-life Thomas Valentine.

Holed up in an orgy suite at a hotel in Manhattan overlooking Central Park. Of late, this type of office fuckrut had appealed to their tastes.

Alexander croaked out in the midst of a flash of come into her cunt. Roger ranted off a punch of scum in her punk.

Thomas Valentine tipped a wad of jissom up her arm. Spheres of sperm rolled to her tits.

Creamed down her chest.

Ginger May stepped into the room, already dressed and refreshed.

"Jessica, get ready. We have a surprise for you. A special honor."

"A special honor? For me?" Jessica said in affected disbelief.

She felt a flush rush to her skin.

In college Jessica had trained in biofeedback. Now that training came in handy.

She could produce a blush when she wished to appear modestly embarrassed.

"Your Lady Godiva piece," Ginger May announced, "has won an award for new journalists. It's a tremendous honor."

"Yes, under the auspices of the English Language Journalism Council," Roger said.

"Sylvania has an honorable mention for her new fashion column," Alexander said. "Maybe next year for Ginger May. She's just starting out."

"We've sure come a long way since we got these women doing real work around the office," Roger coughed out in a chortle.

"We just got the news today," Ginger May said.

Jessica sensed real excitement in Ginger May's voice. But she knew that bitch well enough to speculate there might be something behind it.

The reception was held in one of the private rooms at Club Belladonna, for the moment the freshest discoteque in New York.

Jessica chewed bile in a bestial madness. She hated everybody. Thrived on hate. Drank of her own contempt like a vampire drinking blood. If it were up to her whim, she would see them all destroyed.

They were all corrupt, debauched.

For one, Jessica didn't need the cunt of that whorish screecher Sylvania anymore for sure. She avidly betrayed her body many times daily in thought and in action.

Not the brutish prick of Alexander, who thought he was so violent and mean, either. Didn't need his ego, the way he talked and slapped back.

And especially Jessica could lose the sadistic scamp who had once even forced her to fuck for champagne. That imbecile psycho Roger.

They would all be paid back.

She didn't need them at all.

But she needed that love drug.

Inside her.

Cunt and arsehole.

Tingling as it fell onto her clit and nipples. Jessica smirked smugly in her mind. Right now, this very evening. At this very party.

Jessica found herself particularly attracted to the gentleman with the juicy suckling-pig complexion. The thin wiry dude who was laid back so far out there in the way only those who owned kingdoms could be.

He was Sheik al Jebal Asani Saba. This rogue was the principal owner of the club and allegedly heir to a long-since landless throne.

But Jessica only cared that his bashes reigned over all the gossip columns.

They would all submit to Jessica.

Such was love.

And, in a womanly fashion, Jessica loved her dear friend Ginger May.

Now it was time to bust her buns a bit.

"Yeah, but then she jilted you for me, Ginger May. Isn't that right?" Jessica said flatly.

"What are you talking about, Jessica? Isn't that, like, a little personal. This is fucking in public, doll."

"So? You've fucked in public."

Asani Saba coughed on his drink. Leered crudely. His hard-on was outlined in a curve up the pleated front of his sharkskin silk suit.

Jessica snarled icily, "You think that your beloved oily-haired tramp girlfriend is as big a face as Jessica James? She's nothing but gashmeat. A nobody dykesucking slut."

Roger waltzed by and sat down. Obviously stoned out of his gourd.

"Did Sylvania tell you, Ginger May dear," Jessica continued crisply, "about all the times that she beaded her hair and pushed the strands right up my asshole and popped the beads out when I came?"

"It must have felt good, Jessica," Ginger May puked out. "You, like, got it on with her so many times we all thought you were lesbo."

Jessica's head spun. She had come down a bit from her animal madness rutfuck high.

She thought of cock.

Piss.

Ice.

She needed some of that glitzy old ice-me-down-in-the-twat high.

Cooling her quim on a rush to her brain.

"So why don't you give a big fucking party to honor your lover-girl, Ginger May?" Jessica snorted. "If you can find her, baby. Right now Sylvania's off with a former boyfriend of mine blitzing out on some love fucksuck drugs."

Jessica stubbed a cigarette out on her shoe.

Alexander and Roger both had cigarettes out in a flash. They each shoved a fag in her yip and lit them up with gaudy lighters.

"Oh, just mention Sylyania and all of a sudden everyone wants to know the details," Jessica said acidly. "She must be on everyone's hot-to-trot fox-fuck list."

Jessica smoked down the two cigarettes as she went on talking snidely.

"Yeah, the one you all want to make."

"Bullshit, Jessica," Ginger May leered, putting her arms around the waists of Alexander and Roger.

Jessica saw Ginger May's fingers touch Roger's dicktip through his trousers.

Ginger May began yanking off Alexander.

Jessica's jealousy blinded her. She began to come in humiliation.

"You're a big talent, Jessica," Roger grinned cherubically. "You could have been the biggest. But you've peaked, sad to say."

"Thanks for the fucking favor," Jessica said tartly. "You can all pop that award right up your rubber assholes. Or get Sylvania to do it for you-her technique's not so bad now after all the training I've given her."

Jessica was eerily horny.

She leaned back and felt the surge from her clit. Buzzing up her backbone to her brain.

Jessica peeked through some spaces between the artificial foliage surrounding them.

The party out there was getting giddy.

Bitches sashaying with mannequins. Downing long icy drinks through glass straws.

She thought she saw Thomas Valentine watching her from the zinc-topped bar.

Jessica stalked from her seat on the bench, ignoring the conversation directed at her. There Thomas was, running around the bar in pursuit of some fleshy bird-didn't he see Jessica?

Jessica waved to him just as he disappeared again into the crowd. She slumped again onto the plush bench, swearing.

"Fucking cuntsucking motherfucker."

She eyed her companions.

Were they all against her now?

She heard Ginger May speaking again.

"No, we prefer to honor a has-been hag, Jessica. You're the youngest washed-out cunt-dyke-bitch in history. You, like, give this affair a hint of nostalgia and decadence-necrophilia, even."

"Where did you learn those big words, Ginger May? You little liquid shit."

Jessica suddenly sickened at herself.

Her mind was shot.

Cuntjuices hot.

Jessica felt defeated by the prospect of having to come up with another insult to top Ginger May's remark, when all she wanted was to sleep.

Either that or fuck.

"This is Jessica's day," Alexander said as all glasses but Jessica's met in an impromptu toast of affection.

"Go ahead and give it to her now, Ginger May," Roger said evenly. "We're generous."

Ginger May grinned and her teeth looked like sharp little fangs.

Jessica felt a wash of the old fear come back to her. Running up her spine.

"I'm dumping the slimy twat anyway," Jessica said jocularly. "You can give your fucking slutessa of the year honor to Sylvania now if you want, Ginger May. And everyone'll know it's because you're fucking her, if that's how you want it."

"We wanted to wait until after you continue your slide," Roger said suddenly.

"Yes, the very special ceremonial," Alexander said. "We haven't presented that honor in several years now."

"She's deserving," Asani Saba said with an inflection somewhere between a query and a desire for the fuck.

"Another award?" Jessica yawned. "I'd actually, now that you mention it, be willing to accept a special award just for me-that journalism award seemed a bit common, you must admit."

"We wanted to wait until next year," Ginger May said. "It would be more poignant to see Jessica accept her due appreciation when she's a bit on the downside. She'll be more grateful then."

"I'm tired of this shit," Jessica said smokily. "Your lesbo games, Ginger May-we're all tired of your soap-opera existence. Shut up and let's get back to partying."

"Just what do you want, Jessica?" Ginger May said. "You're acting as though we're your enemies."

"You lied to me!" Jessica belched. "You all fucked me and then lied and used me up!"

Jessica broke into tears.

Jessica looked at Alexander and Roger.

"Either of you two boys have any chemicals on you?" Jessica said.

"Well, speaking for myself," Roger said, "I thought I'd be able to filch someone else's tonight. There must be some about."

Jessica screamed relentlessly. "It has to be pink-and-white crystal. Not that nigger street snort, spic flake, or public-school kid dreck."

"You have some?" Alexander said to Asani Saba.

"I can have some for you within fifteen minutes," Asani Saba said almost silently.

"Now!" Jessica said as her tears bubbled down her cheeks.

"Come on, doll," Ginger May cajoled. "You had some when you came in? Where is it?"

"Find that Prince of Crank Thomas Valentine or his dopefiend doxie Sylvania," Jessica said nervously. "Sylvania gave me a spun-gold pouch-the same one you gave her, Ginger May, I'm sure-filled with pink-calico flake love drug. I need it to fuck!

Fuck! Fu-uuuck! I want to fu-uuuuuck. Fuck. Fuck-suckfuck! Fuck-fuck me! Fuck and fuck and suck and fucksuck more!"

"This what you mean, babes?" Thomas Valentine said as he plopped down on Jessica's lap.

He reached between his legs and ripped open the velcro cuntflap on Jessica's bodystocking.

"I knew you'd save me, Thomas."

She ululated in glee as he powdered her puss.

"More," Jessica said, giggling.

Her dyed-gold cunthairs glistened with a powdery sprinkling. A glistening pinkish foam lathered her labia. Smothered her clit in frothy peaks.

"Not quite yet, Jessica," Alexander said from behind her as Sylvania slid onto her lap.

"Who do I have to fuck for some drugs around here?" Jessica said uneasily.

"You don't have to fuck anybody," Sylvania explained to her, licking with lizard-like tongue up her tear-streaked cheek.

"In fact, you won't be permitted to," Roger said, clamping his hand over one of Ginger May's tight-tipped tits from behind.

Sylvania shook out a handful of the flakes onto Slash's dicktip. She formed it into a froth with her saliva.

"Meanwhile," Ginger May said, "we've got arses, cocks, clits and titties galore for you to lick out, all filled with your favorite confection."

"I wonder what the gossip columns will say?" Asani Saba chuckled.

"Oh, my, it would be a scandal after all, wouldn't it?" Sylvania cackled.

Alexander slung his long shlong directly down Jessica's guzzling gullet.

Roger's camera started popping with flashes.

Alexander rutted in Jessica's throat.

He belted into her maw frenetically to get the jissom off fast so he could take a piss and go after some real pussy.

Something like Sylvania.

For starters.

Sparkling powder-laced come speckled Jessica's face as Alexander withdrew his pulsating pecker from her neck.

"You need some whacks, Jessica," Sylvania slimed through her teeth.

"Ow!"

Sylvania slapped her silly. "Unh!"

Cracked into her again with her wrist. Spit in her face as she smacked. Mashing the jissom into her pleading jaws.

"No, Sylvania. Please stop. I didn't mean anything bad about you I ever said."

"Listen to that wretched cunt," Thomas Valentine remarked. "Silly in her old age, isn't she?"

He held his twanger over the ceremony like a magic wand. Piss cascaded from the carapace of his cock onto Jessica's face. "Yes," she licked out.

Roger pointed his meat at Jessica. He sent a sparkling cascade of ripening urine in a spritely arc through the air and onto her face. Spattering the glitzy liquid into her hog-open mouth. Onto extended curling tongue.

Pissing giltedged bubbles of foam up, like the morning surf rising as a crown from Jessica's piss-bleached hair. Stinging and dappling her flickering, impassive jade eyes.

She split her lips. Barfed out alcoholic puke down the front of her bodystocking. Yapped it back up into her yip like a sick bitch-hound.

Sheared off half her mind and went fuck-blind. Jessica swooned in humiliating orgasm after orgasm.

Thomas Valentine advanced tentatively. What had he made her into? He pulled one of her shining boobs from her bodystocking.

Sylvania laced one of her own bright pink aureoles with flakes of crystal and forced Jessica's jaws onto it.

Jessica rolled her tongue about. Suckling the thick knocker in her maw.

Playing with the knobby nipple. Slickering the vastness of the firm white flesh.

Asani Saba then rolled out his hard pecker. Jessica sheathed it in sputum.

Thomas Valentine was stripped naked expertly by Ginger May, likewise nude.

Her tigress-hard body was afuck on Thomas, and Jessica whined at the sight. Powerless in her jealousy as she suckered prick, nibbled nipples, and mucked up buttocks.

Questing for the drug she craved.

Love was the drug.

For which she must submit.

Whatever she had done.

To other people.

They might call her a snot.

Bitchstress.

Walking, stalking, fucking she-devil.

Well, some of it might be true.

She was only human, after all.

And humans were inhuman.

So they were all against her.

It was only because Jessica wanted to be loved.

Was that such a crime?

If so, for wanting love she must stand convicted. For Jessica was full with desire. To love and be loved. If convicted, she would accept her punishment. For being a fool in love. And now they were abusing her love. "Fuck on her!"

"Yes, fuck me. All of you. And especially you-master of my inner soul, Thomas Valentine."

"But he's not here," Sylvania said.

"He, like, never was, doll," Ginger May gargled out through a mouthful of come.

"Waaaaah!" Jessica wailed. Her tears mixed with the glaze of solidifying jissom covering her maw. The jell hung in thick wattles from her jaw.

"No! It can't be."

She worked her mouth along Sylvania's sliming cuntfolds, grasping her rump with one hand. In her other paw she jerked off Alexander.

"Fraid so, pussycunt," Ginger May said kindly. "There never was a Thomas Valentine. You have, like, done all of this fucking on your own, Jessica."

"Every guy you saw looking at you," Sylvania peeped. "You thought it was your Peeping Thomas. Even left the blinds open when we orgied-and we certainly did draw some onlookers. You almost had me believing it for a while."

Jessica's quim curdled. "But I could never do all those wild things. Unless I did them to-to attract my Valentine."

She was shaken by the cataclysm in her anus. Broken by the eruption of her cunt. Clitnib buzzing in impending climax.

Ginger May kissed her tenderly. "And, like-you also were jawing off about another Jessica. Like she's some kind of fuck-goddess who possessed your body."

"Ginger May, please. It's all real! Do you all think I'm mad?""

Roger entwined his pecker in Jessica's urine-bleached hair and fell jerking off down her back. He glided his still-spurting cock into Jessica's quaking rump from behind.

Jessica slipped her fingertip into Sylvania's round crinkle. Then she put it into her mouth and slurped rectal mucus.

"I still cannot comprehend this," Jessica gnawed. "What did I make up-and what didn't I?"

She saw Thomas Valentine, clear as life. Jacking his rocks. Shooting a long twine of silvery sperm straight at her face.

His laughter echoed in Jessica's brain. "Only we know for sure, Jessica. Only I and the fuckstress Jessica can ever know."

Jessica snapped to reality. The friction of flesh and fuck.

It was she herself. Jessica James had always been the one who fucked. She at times fancied it was true love-or sadomasochistic romances, tales of sexual vengeance and betrayal. Whether it was in her fantasy or, more recently, in her worldly existence-she herself was the bitchbeast captive in her cunt.

And she could fulfill that dream in reality.

Jessica oiled up three fingers in her twat and twisted them up Sylvania's arse. The dark-haired girl came in gyrational frenzy.

Alexander and Roger fucked on Ginger May from both ends. It suited Jessica to paw pussy while the men got tired of the other girl.

Then she would drag them into real fuckrut madness. Jessica's kind.

Sylvania slid down Jessica's face and dragged her foaming quim across her tits.

"What?" Jessica purred.

"Now!"

Sylvania slapped Jessica with devotion to detail that was almost religious. Whipped her face and boobs with her long oiled hair.

"Mpfg."

Through a curtain of tears, Jessica watched in silence as the others took further pleasure without her. She shuddered in orgasmic jealousy. Contorted shamelessly. Face caked with half-dried rutoils, mouth frothing.

Limbs flailing spasmodically. Shaking off shards of jissom. Torso glazed with thick mucus and powdered with pink-and-white crystals.

Cuntjuices scalding down the insides of her thighs. Garishly erect clit stabbing up from wriggling thighs.

Fermenting quim covered by piss-dyed golden curls.

Eyes blank jade beads.

Like a half-mauled carcass, Jessica lay twitching quietly. Surrounded by an increasing frenzy of bodies in rut.

"Yes. Always."

Always love.

Her frailties only proved how much Jessica really cared. Her love to be loved could be termed excessive only by those for whom love meant so very little.

Some of them had put Jessica on trial for her capacity for love. Because they couldn't handle it. The power her pure love held out to them.

She had thought they had loved her.

But now they were treating her rudely.

What had Jessica done except to follow love blindly?

Jessica wept.

Juddered in orgasmic quake.