Chapter 13
Myra Parker timed her entrance into the rumpus room perfectly, as if her watch ticked in unison with the carnal needs roiling inside young Kathy's loins!
In her black leather brassiere and studded garter belt with flecks of Kathy's blood drying on the spikes, and wearing a pair of knee-high spike heeled boots, she sauntered arrogantly into the room, stepping over flailing arms and legs in anticipation of room-wide awe. If her startling aura of dominance did not turn heads, certainly the presence of her 'pet' creature pulling heatedly at the end of his leash would.
But tonight her beauty was anti-climactic. The dually impaled young girl in the center of the room was clearly the focal point of the orgy...the second time that very night the little blonde bitch was slutting herself shamelessly on the floor had raised the vile anger inside of Myra.
Venomously, Myra made her way to the fore front of the spectator's circle with Saul jumping up and down eagerly beside her, his dwarfed little hand rubbing at the swollen mass of his testicles. It intrigued her to see how her guests were paired off, and a ripple of licentious pleasure surged through her at the sight of Paul at the mercy of some half-dozen middle-aged wives squatting and pawing over his loins like a pack of wolves devouring a dead animal carcass. His youthfully lanky body maintained its opiated energy, obviously, for his rigid cock stood out obdurately like a hunk of frozen meat.
With a quick glance, she satisfied herself that Dottie and Candy were doing their jobs well; both were flat on their backs with their white, shapely legs drawn back high as they cradled one after another of the notable Georgian congressman and judges between them, humping up to the cocks pumping into them. But it was Paul's wife squealing on the rug before her that sparked wicked sensation within her. She heard Saul whimper wantonly beside her as the demented creature sniffed the excited female smell.
Vicious thoughts raced through Myra's mind. Damn her beautiful blonde hide! She'd wish she'd never been born when this night was over...! She would personally see to it that the girl was literally fucked to death!
And as for Edward...she would force him to fuck her before the glazed eyes of his wife...and the blonde bitch would see for herself that Edward was hers! As would her husband who was groveling before the bitch's mouth, grabbing her blonde head and smashing his cock into her throat.
Her black hair flung around had her sloe eyes narrowed on the sofa where her Edward was swarmed with female nudity. She gave a signal and the group of harpies fiendishly ravaging her lover suddenly sprang up from the sofa, backing away sheepishly at the sight of the ugly creature slobbering over his shirt, his eyes rolling like two tumbling marbles inside his out-sized head.
Her dark gaze was magnetizing and in his drugged stupor Paul recognized the threat in those glazed orbs, a message that made his guts knot in agony. His befogged eyes returned her glance, spewing hatred up at the woman who was destroying his lust-drugged Kathy as well as his own life. His enfeebled brain swam and his cock and groin throbbed from overuse. He sat up, nearer now to his young, helplessly impaled wife who was obviously out of her mind in her drugged, salacious performance. Somehow, someway, he had to get Kathy out of there, even if it meant playing the wicked vixen's perverted games of lust!
Judge Henderson's balls throbbed and his cock felt as if it were about to burst each time he rammed into Kathy, while she moaned around Sid Parker's heavy cock fucking into her mouth, adding to his pressure with the insane movements of her ass and the hollowing of her back. He couldn't hold out much longer!
Kathy was lost in the roiling passion within her...lost to any sense of her surroundings, conscious only of the brutal thrusts pounding from behind into the depths of her no-longer virginal rectum, and the naked loins crushing up tighter into her passion contorted face. God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth...to swallow his cum and feel it dribble down her throat...then she sensed it swelling convulsively and sucked as hard as she could, while the big man grunted before her.
The blood buzzing in Kathy's ears shut out the commanding voice of the leather-adorned vixen whose boot tip was no less than a foot away from her goose-bumped back. Somewhere in her brain a sense of movement and urgency registered. Her reality was limited to the hairy pelvis closing in on her until she was certain he was trying to drive his cock all the way down her throat to meet the one penetrating her far up into her bowels...and so she did not feel the compressed body of flesh wriggling on its back to wedge between the fur rug and Kathy's melonous, hanging breasts.
After a short contest of stares with young Edward, Myra Parker, with a sluttish smirk had reached down to unleash her 'pet' with the command: "Fuck her in the cunt, Saul. Crawl under her belly and shove your cock in her pussy...that's a good boy...Mamma'll have a treat for you when you're finished...."
"Oh, my God, not that...." muttered Paul to himself, watching with a sickening sense of doom the long red talons of Myra's fierce lingers work at the leash. A new sense of power and purpose suffused his lean young body and tearing through the fog of confusion he plotted for his Kathy's freedom. He felt hot hands grabbing at his body, feminine fingernails raking over his hard muscled body in pleading want for more of his seed, but he brushed them away with a gesture of annoyance and placed one foot in front of the other, closing the tormentous gap between himself and Myra Parker. His eyes burned into hers and the vacuous expression, so familiar to him these days, went tight with unspent emotion. His throat felt clogged when he opened his mouth to speak.
Oh God...what was that? Kathy tried to reason, feeling a warm blob of naked dampened flesh slither under her belly to wedge itself neatly between her pussy and breasts, hungry hands squeezing at her breasts while a hot length of flesh probed along the dampened slit of her empty pussy to insinuate its bulbous length into her crying cunt. Ohhhhh...she whimpered around Sid Parker's spasming penis stuffing her mouth. At last...at last the maddening tickle in her cunt had found reprieve in the strangely thrusting creature beneath her whose face she had yet to see...whose cock she had yet to thank. Now she was completely filled, every orifice of her body stuffed with hard thrusting, semen heavy cock! Flickers of ecstasy played rocket-like before her eyes and it seemed the world had transformed into one wanton pulse of sensation!
Behind her, Judge Henderson had experienced a moment of hesitation as the leashed creature was freed and after a few strokes of his cock, slithered under the honey-haired harlot to piston his bull-sized cock into her cunt. As many times as he'd seen the crowds of naked women part like the Red Sea upon this monster's entrance into the rumpus room...only later to scream their tits off as one by one in their nymphomania their resistance softened and they succumbed to his perverse, animalish sexuality...he couldn't accustom himself to the sight of that pathetic being. A beguiling mass hysteria of experiencing, of devouring everything in their wake permeated these orgies. Perhaps alone in their bedroom any one of these women would vomit at the thought of letting this blob of ugly protoplasm that should have been aborted penetrate their wombs-but not here.
Now, the idea of this creature's sexual organ rubbing against his own as they shared the girl's genitals, their lubricants and hers dribbling into one honey thread to puddle on the fur rug below, began as a thing of disgust, quickly dissipating as Sid Parker manning the front of the troilistic performance, bellowed out:
"Oh, Shit!" He sucked in his breath. "Suck it, you hot little cunt! I'm cumming!"
It burst and he swore vilely again, while his cock gushed forth, hot jetting streams of the white pungent liquid far back into Kathy's throat, her young cheeks ballooning and contracting as she swallowed in quick, hungry little gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the jerking organ, not wanting to lose the tiniest drop of the male precious sperm...yet, in spite of her tightly locked lips, she felt thin rivulets oozing from the corners of her mouth as the big man seemed to collapse before her, his shrinking penis slithering lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth...
Below her the feel of hands kneading her breasts, a mysterious mouth chewing at her nipples while a stumpy hunk of flesh sawed in and out of her vagina slickly, drubbing into her belly with only the thin membrane separating its girth from Judge Henderson's filling her bowels. She was getting closer...closer...the stars flickering before her eyes were shooting in vivid colors now as she swallowed still the creamy mouthful pooling in her belly.
And then she became aware of the violently increasing assault on her wide-split rectum, and the orgasmic sensations screaming up inside her belly. She undulated her smooth ass against the driving cock, small pleading mewls of passion emitting from her throat. The cock in her anus and the cock in her cunt screwed into her in unison, slapping her around like a rubber ball.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she chanted, her hips ramming back to meet Judge Henderson's and underneath the cock ramming into her pussy bloated ominously and she knew that would soon burst too. She could hear her anonymous benefactor gurgling and panting beneath her...faster and faster, as he forced her thighs so wide with his knees that she was almost flat on the rug...but the pain didn't matter...nothing mattered any longer except that she reach her climax! It was cumming...cumming! Soon...! SOON! And then she heard the judge blurt something unintelligible and felt his loins jerk convulsively against the flatness of her upraised buttocks...while in her pussy the penis spasmed and jerked. They were cumming...all three at once!
Kathy whimpered out her pleasure as their loads of hot, swirling sperm gushed deeply up into her bowels and vagina and she ground her ass and pelvis tight back against him, her cunt nibbling hungrily at the meaty bulk filling it, too.
Kathy hung as if suspended on an imaginary plane of unbelievable bliss. She wailed suddenly, her voice slowly dying in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her beautiful young head twisting from side to side, her long honey hair flailing wildly as she began the bowel-wrenching spasms of orgasm, screwing her smooth, round buttocks back onto their deflating penises in salacious frenzy.
Across the room, Paul's front teeth nibbled enticingly at the velvety flesh of Myra's shoulder, the musky perfume that had once intoxicated him now stinging his nostrils like poisonous nerve gas, making him want to retch and spit bile of disgust down her satiny back. His nose parted her raven hair as he kissed her slender neck, opening the curtain on the lurid spectacle taking place in the center of the room...with his dear wife the star performer!
He had watched incredulously as Myra ordered the ugly monster to crawl underneath his wife's belly and take her, wishing he had a knife to thrust into the hateful woman's guts in retribution! But he must play her game and, following the prescribed rules, he struggled with his conscience to voice the words:
"Oh, God, Myra...Jesus I want you.. . . " He could feel her nostrils flare hotly on his naked back, drying some of the lust-sheened sweat there, her hands squeezing at his naked buttocks already welted by countless other female claws. "I want to take you away and fuck you...thrust my cock so far up into that gorgeous belly of yours it comes out your mouth!"
While he mouthed the words he watched his honey-haired bride collapse comatosely on the fur rug, her body glazed with male cum and her own, too...he noticed with a pang of anguish. Her body was slung over the weight of the dwarf who, panting, wriggled his way out from under the satiated body to pounce between the flabby thighs of a buxom lady fingering herself frenziedly while she watched the couple next to her begin a heady bout of anal sex. The woman's hand flew to her mouth at the first glance of the ugliness staring her in the face, but the moment the slobbering creature dropped to his knees to suck the lubricated lips of her starving cunt, her cries took on an impassioned tone.
From where Paul stood, kneading the compliant moons of Myra Parker's smooth buttocks while her fingers raked over his back in a moaning embrace, he could see his wife's body shudder convulsively, and he knew that she was in agony. Hungry eyes were already feasting on her cum-glazed body, men and some women, too, hovering parasitically above her, stroking their genitals with savage delight, pupils dilated with lust...allowing for the ritualized challenge of who got her first.
"Mmmmm...baby," Myra was moaning, clutching Paul hotly to her. "You really want me, Edward, don't you...after all this time...you really do want me and need me...."
"And love you...." Paul finished for her, hoping that was the word that would spring he and Kathy loose. "I want you...I want to possess you...give you my child...." Oh, Christ, thought Paul, where the hell are these words coming from?
'Then fuck me...NOW!"
Reaching up under the resilient leather garment, Paul's fingers, still sticky from countless spates of female cum, rummaged in the black forest of pubic curls. "I want you alone...come...let's go upstairs! Please...hurry!"
With one last grimacing glance over his shoulder, Paul's eyes slitted in horror as a bald headed man grunted down on his knees and rolled over the comatose girl, straddling her slender rib cage with his fat knees and wedging his thumbs between her teeth, forced open her mouth and wriggled his meaty prick between the girl's cum-encrusted lips.
The cool air slapped him in the face with a stinging, mind-clearing force the moment Paul stepped outside the oak doors, the grunts and groans of arduous lovemaking fading in the distance. He scurried her upstairs, half racing down the hall and into her bedroom and with mustered verve threw the black-haired vixen down on the bed and flinging himself down after her, glued his mouth to hers as she had taught him to do and threw himself into his role with every ounce of hysteria scorching his brain.
He licked her lips, her eyes, her ears, her nose in ticklish laps, his errant eyes stealing fugitive glances about the room making a quick inventory. Above her halo of black hair and to the right he saw a single leather manacle carelessly tossed there. A fugitive hand reached out for it while he plastered his mouth tightly to her succulent lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and breaking the warm, moist kiss propitiously.
"You want me to love you...the way you like, huh? You want me to take you, baby...? " A free hand smoothed down over her goose-bumped stomach, its middle finger separating the moist folds of her cunt. Christ, he had to give it all he had...and fast! Urgently, he grasped the manacle tight in his hand while Myra groaned and undulated her hips, grinding down into the mattress in raw lust. "Let me tie you up, baby...your Edward wants to tie you up and fuck your brains out!" The passionate tone of his voice was no lie, rather obliquely stated. He'd love to whip her to ribbons for what she'd done to his Kathy...sicing that sick animal onto his lovely wife...!
"Oh, Edward.. . " moaned Myra half-comatose with lust. Tie me up...beat me...hurt me! Fuck me to death," she hissed evilly, releasing her possessive, powerful grip on him to fling her lithe arms over her head and offer herself up like a martyr to her memories-and she was.
Fighting against the gnashing ache in his groins from over-stimulation and over-indulgence, Paul scrambled up on the bed and clasped the leather strap. "I'm going to take you baby like you've never been taken before," he promised, the breath hissing from his nostrils in snorts. "Where's the other strap...there's got to be more!"
"Under the bed," gushed Myra, her cheeks flushed with passion, pupils dilated with longing. Finally her Edward would prove his love.. .finally, after all these years of yearning!
In seconds Paul had her wrists and ankles bound together to the chains attached to the underside of the bed. The ring of mirrors reflecting his nudity to infinity at first had a dizzying effect upon his miasmaed mind, but he managed to draw himself into a singular being. He had never dealt with a sicko like this before and trying to out-guess her motives required a very clear mind.
He took a shot in the dark when he said: "What do you want, Myra...what do you want more than anything in the world? What would please you?" Lying down between her spread eagled legs staring at eye level with her pubic mound up the gentle slope of belly, over the shadow of her nipped in waist...then up the hillocks of her breasts, he stared at her succulent lips slowly moving to form words.
For God sakes, hurry up, they're tearing her apart down there!
"I want to see that blonde woman watch you fuck me...and then I want you to tell her that I Myra own you...that I will keep you for the rest of my life...forever!"
A little whimper of relief bubbled from Paul's lips! Weak with insane worry and physical exhaustion, he drew in a deep breath. "Get her! You must get that blonde woman now so that I can tell her, baby...Christ...I want to hurt her...like she's hurt you...."
That shot in the dark hit the bull's eye!
"Yes! Yesss! I want to destroy her! I want you to kill her," hissed Myra through bared teeth. "The dirty cunt who took you from me...! "
"Tell me," he muttered, lapping his extended tongue over the quivering cuntal lips oozing with juices."...I need a gun...something to destroy her with...." He struggled to sound masterful, but he was half crying in his efforts.
Myra's tautly stretched body reared against her bonds, her arching back pulling at the leather straps animalishly. "In the desk drawer...there's a gun!" She would offer herself up to him, give him whatever he needed to help her crucify that bitch!
Paul bolted to his feet despite her gasps of disappointment and grabbed open the desk drawer with a force that sent it flying onto the floor. Amongst the debris his fingers wrapped around the cold steel barrel of a .38. He checked it for ammunition. It was loaded. He glanced over at Myra's tied-down body in the throes of nymphomania, her ass cheeks grinding down into the mattress and unintelligible oaths spewing from her mouth. She was drugged, too...drugged on her own lust and evil, weakening fast and leaving herself vulnerable to memory...again.
The adrenalin gushing through his body cleared Paul's mind and he flung himself at the wall phone, tripping over the vanity stool. He grasped the receiver in his hand and pounced onto the bed. "Have her sent up!" he demanded, his rugged features scrunched up in hysteria.
Consciousness came up on Kathy in a warm mistiness of confusing sensations. She swallowed against a mouthful of acrid cream clogging her throat, the sticky, jellied mass slithering down her gullet...somebody tugging at her arm...raising her to her feet, tearing other hands off of her buttocks and pulling a finger free of her vagina with a wet squelch...poking her, prodding her, guiding her upright body through the litter of arms and legs, through the oak doors...the echo of doors slamming shut behind her...a blast of cool air drying the sweat on her brow giving her strength . . .arms releasing her, guiding her up the staircase, her anal passage chafed with the effort of placing one foot in front of the other...walking on her own strength now...knuckles rapping on the door to a strangely familiar room...The arms supporting her gone...the bedroom door opening to stare in to the face of...PAUL!
Languidly she lifted her eyes to Paul's tense, rugged features and read the urgency there. Her husband was all wound up like a rubber band ready to snap. Then he grasped her shoulders and shook her hard. Kathy blinked her eyes dumbly and shook her head.
This is Paul...he's trying to tell me something...
"Come on, Kathy...get with it!" he hissed in her ear, "Cover yourself with this and let's get out of here! HURRY!"
A stupid half-stymied grin crossed her face as she wrapped the kimono around herself, the silk clinging to her cum-glazed thighs and breasts. As she knotted the robe with clumsy fingers her eyes saw through the mat of clinging curls the spread-eagled body of Myra Parker squirming and moaning on the bed, heard the angry rattle of her chained manacles.
"You dirty cunt-stealing him from me! I'll kill you!" More screams, more kicking and thrashing. "You bastard! You deceiving sonofavitch...you loved her...you never loved me!" screeched Myra, making herself heard in the dressing room where Paul was scrambling into a pair of Sid Parker's baggy pants and fastening it with a necktie for want of a belt. He flung a discarded T-shirt rescued from the closet floor over his sweat dampened chest and thrust the gun into the gathered waistband. Drawing in his breath, his jaws working assiduously while a bead of sweat dribbled down his forehead to curl off the tip of his nose. He swiped it and the mucus watering from his nose away in a rash gesture. Then with slow deliberation, he drew the pistol out of his pants and holding it with both hands, closed one eye and aimed between Myra's eyes. He was putting force on the trigger when Kathy sprang to his side.
"Paul! NO! Don't kill her. . . ! "
He paused a second, then grabbed his wife by the elbow and together they darted out the door and down the hallway, the sudden exertion clearing their senses. They bolted through the side door, Myra's screams within crescendoing to a banshee wail. And then it was Kathy's screams ringing in Paul's ears. Out of the corner of his eye the black shadow sprang to life, became airborne and sank his fangs into the butterfly sleeve of Kathy's kimono!
With a speed that surprised himself, Paul drew the .38 out of his pants and aimed for the growling beast. The shot rang through the air and the animal thudded to the ground in a painful whimper.
They jogged down the cobblestone path heading for the garage, Paul's heels catching in the drag of Sid Parker's pants, careening him forward in near cart wheels.
"Hurry...get in...let's get the fuck outta here!" He punched the door handle and threw himself in the driver's seat, grabbed the keys from the visor and slipped it into the ignition, jammed his foot on the accelerator and gunned the silver limousine in reverse.
The car rocked in a squeal of wheels, spitting gravel. They barreled through the gates of the Parker estate and squealed out onto the city street, Paul's heart pounding in his temples.
"Oh, Jesus...oh, Jesus," he muttered as he pulled up to the first stop light, his foot jittery on the power brake. "We made it!" He glanced over at the stunned beauty beside him and reached down to clasp her cold shaking hand in his clammy one. "You wanna go back to Tennessee, honey...? "
Kathy nodded, her button chin quivering, scalding tears squirting out of her luminous green eyes. "I want to go home and start everything all over...." she stammered, and then as if the nightmarish unjust imprisonment became more real with distance from it she glanced up at her handsome hill country husband, her hero, her man. The mature set to his jaw was different and his boyish visage was suddenly very masterful, very virile, despite the baggy pants pudding in his lap with the silk Gucci tie dangling haphazardly above the fly. A tingle of jubilation tremored in the dampened vee of her womanhood.
"Honey...? " her tiny hand crept over the soft wool to the wadded up excess hiding the solid stalk of man flesh beneath. "Please don't think about...what I did...with those men, okay?" She slunk against his shoulder and wiped her nose against his sleeve. "Really...I don't remember...much of anything that happened in that room...I...I even who it was who...did it to me...."
Thank God for that! Paul tipped the accelerator and spun through the green light. "Give your husband that kind of lovin' and we'll call it even." The vision of the ugly, moronic monster thrusting up into his nubil darling was a memory he didn't care to hang onto either.
They would get their just desserts-Myra, Sid and the decrepit judge. At the first major city on the other side of the state border they would call the police department and hope to read the details of the orgy bust in the paper. The news media could be depended upon to throw the muck in the faces of politicians journalists won prizes for that. Meanwhile...he'd get his reward in bed...and after Myra and Sid Parker's sensual training course that should be a sexual gold mine!