Chapter 11
While the guests' limousines arrived one by one outside the white columned antebellum mansion, the honored Judge Henderson amongst them, Myra Parker slipped into a brassiere and garter belt.
Her nostrils flared excitedly as the warm doeskin leather still softened from the exertion of the afternoon's lovemaking with her darling young chauffeur, clung tenaciously to the firm mounds of her naked breasts. Next she buckled the leather garter belt with its silver spikes into place, a feeling of tremendous, powerful dominance suffusing her senses.
Filmy things, negligees and lace, were perfect for seduction, for sweet-talking, for gentle lovemaking...imparting an Aphrodite, apparitional affect. But none of those subtleties were on her program tonight. The rich, heady animal scent of the leather pliant from this afternoon's wear during lovemaking with sweet young Edward made her nostrils flare with lust.
Tonight she would possess, no...dominate the blonde headed bitch! Snitch her out from under Sid's nose and destroy her!
Kathy's chain of thoughts were scrambled as ascending the carpeted staircase, chaperoned by the heavily breathing matron, Sid Parker came bounding around the corner, an arrogant smile broadening on his handsome face.
"Well, look who's here," he said, his massiveness crowding in around her to dwarf her lithe frame. "I didn't realize you were coming to the party...."
Kathy sensed her own sharp intake of breath at his closeness, and with an agile movement she tried to ease around him, but he caught her by the upper arm and drew her back, his powerful arms circling her waist, his big hands immediately clasping the lush spheres of her buttocks possessively.
"Stop it!" she spat, struggling in her rage against him.
Sid chuckled lewdly, arching his eyebrows at Sam.
"What's the matter, doll, don't you like me anymore? Maybe you need a cock rammed up your tight pussy to loosen you up. Come on," he cajoled. "Give Sid a kiss like a nice girl. . . "
Kathy's vehement hatred for this evil creature who had already subjected her to horrors of unspeakable shame rose in the form of bitter tears. Instinctively, she flexed one knee and slammed it dead-center into the pouch of his testicles.
"Goddamn...ouch, you...little cunt! I'll sic that creature on you, you little shit!"
Not wanting to delay the deliverance of her precious cargo to Mrs. Parker door, hoping the mistress of the house would throw a spicy morsel of girl flesh her way, Sam quickly skirted the girl down the hall.
Her head, by the time she reached the Parker's bedroom door, reeled buoyantly from the victory of having inflicted a retributive bit of pain upon the wicked Sid Parker. She knew that somewhere downstairs Paul was seeking her out. Now, separated from his protective arms and her dependence upon him, Kathy had only her wit to carry her through.
Once inside the lavish bedroom, Kathy stopped short, a little gasp emitting from her when she saw the ravishing, statuesque creature sitting before her vanity wearing a black leather brassiere and matching garter belt with silver spikes sticking out like nails heads. Her raven hair was freshly brushed, loose and soft about her shoulders, her make up exaggerating her sloe eyed beauty...deep blood-red lipstick smeared over her vixen mouth with matching red on her toe nails and talons.
Slowly Myra turned her head to face the youthful beauty of her young lover's bride. "Well, come on, dear...don't just stand there." Then directing her gaze at Sam, whose smug grin faded at her mistress' orders: "You can go now, Sam. We won't be needing you now...."
"She's got a lot of fight in her," put in Sam hopefully. "Sure you wouldn't like me to stick around in case-" The firm set to Myra Parker's jaw spelled negative. Turning on her heel, Sam marched out, muttering expletives under her breath.
"Come over by me, darling," said Myra throatily, wild little sensations of expectancy beginning to tingle through her loins and belly at her inspired intentions. So Edward loved the softness of this woman...there would be no softness left when she finished with the bitch! Just howling, ribboned flesh! She turned on the fur-covered bench, facing the reluctant girl, noting the effects of the opiate she had been given, and perceiving the teenager's fixed point of view on her nearly naked loins. Slowly, she stood up, her lecherous smile broadening slightly. "Why are you being shy, darling...? " she hissed. "Haven't you ever seen a woman naked before?"
"I...I...yes...of course, but...I wasn't expecting...." stammered Kathy, still astonished at the wicked looking attire dressing the goddess-like beauty of Myra Parker. The furry vee foresting her pouting pussy mound stood out blush-like around the leather strip hugging her hips, below which her the shiny leather strips held up her dark stockings. The total image was one of an evil, pornographic Halloween witch...so wicked, yet so enticingly beautiful that Kathy was left speechless.
A sensation of delight rippled through Myra at the younger girl's fixed stare, and she moved closer to the girl, placing her hands on Kathy's upper arms. Td love to see how you look without that smock on...take it off, darling...for Myra?" Her long talons plucked an obdurate curl matted to Kathy's damp forehead and tucked the wave behind the girl's shell-like ear.
Whether it was the delicate, warm touch of the vision's hands, the alluring fragrance of her musky curvaceousness, or the suggestiveness of her sibilant question, Kathy wasn't certain in her drug-confused mind that could perceive nothing but the immediate, the tactile. Her thoughts flitted from their brooding perch to settle in tiny whispering titillations bursting inside her. The closeness of Myra Parker seemed to envelope her and she sensed the slender hands on her breasts, causing an ensemble of mixed emotions to flutter within her mind and body. She felt as if mesmerized in a state of delicious intoxication as the exquisite face moved closer to hers and its mouth closed down upon her own, tenderly, moistly, hotly...and with urgency.
Kathy's own mouth felt strangely soft in response, and she sensed her lips being pressed apart by the sweet-tasting tongue, slipping between them into her mouth as the statuesque body came hard against her own, its naked stomach beginning an intimate undulation.
"Come now," insisted the voice. "Let's slip off that frock." Instantly the hands were at the hem, lifting it over Kathy's head to be tossed in a heap on the floor. She stood breathlessly in her bikini panties, her mind a riot of confused sensations too jumbled to separate from the electrifying input commanding her.
"You're lovely, darling," cooed Myra in a throaty voice that hissed hotly into the girl's ear. "Come lay down on the bed with me, baby. Let me make you happy.. . . "
"I. . .I. . . "Kathy gasped, slipping even further into the cloud of her dream world.
Myra kissed her again and Kathy subconsciously met her tongue with her own as she felt the gentle hands caressing her breasts and moving over her body eagerly, finally stroking her buttocks and drawing her tightly against the naked, satiny loveliness. Then she was being walked backwards toward the bed and when the backs of her knees bumped against the mattress, she spilled over onto it, Myra's helpful hands assisting her to a comfortable supine position.
"Would you like to see my titties, darling?" Resting her knees, one on either side of Kathy's trapped together calves, Myra reared back and unhooked the clasp of her leather top, letting the fullness of her impossibly firm breasts spill out like a cornucopia of ripe fruit. The strawberry nipples hardened before the girl's unblinking eyes. And then with her top half naked, Myra collapsed back down on the bed astride her young lover, massaging her ivory nakedness against her captive's supple body...their nipples touching, their breasts flattening against one another's, their thighs meeting as did the soft, silken thatches of black and golden pubic curls between their legs.
Kathy whimpered out a protest. Something was jabbing her painfully in the stomach and in her wordless gesture, Myra understood.
"Oh, that wicked belt! Maybe I should take it off, darling...? " Again, rising up on her knees, she unbuckled the garter belt as one would a belt and laid it on the bed for future use. Once she had the girl going, she would use the belt with full force...
A sensation of repugnance flittered through Kathy, yet she couldn't seem to respond to it. Something horribly fascinating, strangely forbidden and terribly confusing was happening to her! And then Myra's soft nakedness was cuddling up to her again, possessing her.
Kathy gasped with the erotic tremor that rippled over her and through her struggling, dazed mind, as the woman's lecherously moving hands caressed her buttocks, spreading them open to tenderly slip between and stroke her tight little anus lewdly. Again Kathy trembled, feeling Myra smooth her hands slitheringly down her rounded hips to her tingling, full thighs as she crouched between the girl's knees before her and began kissing the sensitive warm flesh of her inner thighs, working slowly upward toward the sparsely curled lips of her tingling pussy! Drawing the pulsating bud of her captive's clitoris into her moistly working mouth for a moment, she opened her oral cavern wider to encompass the whole of Kathy's cunt, drawing the ragged pussy lips, chewing on the swollen flanges with her compressed lips. Slowly she worked her way up the girl's body until they were laying flat together, their nipples rubbing together, their pubic curls entwining, while Myra's tongue slithered into the girl's mouth.
Surreptitiously Myra felt under the bed for the leather manacles, and finding the pair, drew the girl's slender arms up and over her head and lassoed the strap around Kathy's wrist.
The pressure of the bond gnawing at the chafed flesh where yesterday Sam had held her pinned down to the hospital bed sparked a chain of horrors. She emerged out of her drugged haze, realizing like a bolt of lightning what was happening to her and who the evil vision feasting on her flesh was! Kathy gasped out in shame, twisting free of the woman's obscene grasp.
"What do you think you're doing?" Myra shot up at the scrambling blonde girl, her eyes suddenly blazing with denied rage. "Come here, you little bitch!" Her red painted talons grabbed the silver studded garter belt and dashing toward her victim struggling plaintively with the door latch, let the belt sing in the air before gouging into Kathy's soft skinned back. A wail of pain bubbled from her lips as the studs blunt tips left red imprints.
But the pain and screaming behind her didn't halt her efforts. For one brief and horrible moment reality had penetrated her drugged mind and now as she felt the second slap of pain, she jerked open the door and raced in naked panic down the hall toward the stairway...and thank God, oh yes, thank God, just in time!
"Oh...oh my God...Judge Henderson...you came to help me!" Kathy cried out, clinging to him tightly, totally unaware of Sid Parker's presence...in fact, incapable of remembering why she was on the run...and she stared hopefully up into Henderson's benign face blankly.
Judge Henderson let out a carnal, gasping choke of surprise as the naked girl with the flowing honey hair and jouncing breasts came running down the stairs and threw herself in his arms.
Grumbling pains still gnawed at Sid's groin and he glared wickedly at Kathy's youthfully naked beauty, vengeful retribution seething in his blood. "Looks like Myra's had a go at her," he said leeringly."...must be the little bitch got out of Myra's grasp which I'm sure chapped her ass raw."
Again Judge Henderson chuckled as Kathy clung to him with her arms wrapped around the neck, and he began to run his big hands over the smoothness of her trembling, naked buttocks. "Sure I've come to help you, little girl," he offered. "God, what a luscious ripe ass...! "
"She's so full of downers she's goin' the other direction," chuckled Sid, watching covetously his friend's hands work on the firm flesh of Kathy's buttocks. The little cunt, and he'd planned to keep her all for himself...but now she was going to be taught a lesson. No bitch kicked him in the nuts and walked away whistling!
"Is everybody else upstairs now, Sid?" asked the judge, giving Kathy's buttocks an appreciative squeeze.
The monthly party was given in Judge Henderson's honor, since he had made it possible for the Parker's to lawfully administer the Halfway House. He was the keeper of the records, the ultimate voice in matters, and during this once-a-month Thanksgiving feast of lush, teenage girl flesh the honor of drawing up the guest list was entirely his. The majority of the lavishly wined and dined attendees were common faces on election posters, some of whom brought their wives.
"Come on, let's take the doll upstairs to the rumpus room to join the party," he said, grasping one of Kathy's arms while the judge held to the other and they forced her up the stairs.
In her drugged mental state it was impossible for Kathy to comprehend the meaning of this; yet, brief instants of truth pierced the fog...until she came to realize that she had been drugged...and worse, that Judge Henderson was not her gavel banging Savior!
What were they going to do to her now? Desperately, she tried to keep her wits about her, despite the powerful effects of the numbing dosage they had given her, aware as they escorted her that Sid Parker's big hand was thrust between her naked buttocks and thighs, his thick finger thrust into her moist and dilated vagina, the brazenness of it causing luridly weird sensations to race through her belly with every step she took. Beside her the Judge was clutching and squeezing one breast, twisting and pinching the nipple to add to her unwanted excitement.
"Oh...ohhhhhhhh...." she whimpered out as Sid began to swirl his thick finger inside the frothy passage, hearing both men laugh...then, they were stopping before the big oaken doors and Sid was slipping in a key...
Kathy was hardly prepared for what she saw behind that massive door. The smoky haze rising steam-like from the maze of naked bodies engaged in every form of coupling and sexual act only faintly registered in her mind as she was forced, stumbling to the center of the room and forced down on a fur rug, the grunts and moans of sexual laughter deaving in her ears, distant, as if from another world.
Had she been able to analyze her situation, she might have bolted with fear, but her torpid brain had regressed under the effects of the opium-based sedative to where she responded solely to instincts, and now she realized the stimulation between her legs had ceased. She started to sob...and then she recognized a face out of that sea of humanity...a male face. It...it was Paul and he was lying on his back completely stripped, stretched out on a sofa, a fat woman squatting up over his...his hardened thing that she was taking up into her vagina...and another, trimmer female standing beside them as if waiting for her turn. He looked happy in a restless sort of way and that pleased Kathy.
Other faces came into focus...most of them young girls. Pretty Dottie...and the redhead called Candy sitting in a chair with an officious looking man on his knees between her widespread thighs, obviously licking her pussy...and Dottie with a fat man puffing away as he slaved to plunder his penis into her vagina, the expression on both of their faces telling her that they were enjoying what she had been denied...!
"Can I have first choice, Sid?" Kathy heard Judge Henderson question and looked up at the two men. Both were now naked, their cocks jutting out salaciously from their hairy loins, their heavy balls entirely visible from where she sat on the floor below them...and she couldn't resist extending her hand up to touch the nearest hairy sac, her instinctive desire ripened by the constant taunting of her sexual parts. Though the lesbian incidents were gone from her memory, her body remembered well the need that had been aroused in it.
Judge Henderson sucked in his breath when her fingers tenderly touched his bloated balls, enticing him to grab hold of his thick cock to stroke it. Sid noted the unexpected gesture, too, a jealous surge of lust charging through him. The little bitch! "Go ahead, Judge...I'll take what's left."
"I'm going for the ass," chortled the Judge.
Their words all sounded like jumbled gobbledygook to Kathy who had reached down between her hot thighs to slip a finger through the blonde curls and separate her moist cuntal lips, while she continued to finger the obscene hairy balls dangling before her nose. God, she could never remember feeling this way...if only she could think straight!