Chapter 12
Nick took the elevator to the third floor.
Fay was strapped naked to the massage table, face down. Her back, her buttocks, and her legs were one unending mass of welts and bruises.
Gertie, also naked, stood at the foot of the table, panting, getting her second wind. She still held the whip in her hand. When she looked up at him, he could see, in her eyes, that she was as full of pills as he was of booze.
"I thought you were going with the bitch, your little lady, tonight."
"I changed my mind," he replied.
"Or she did."
"How do you know?"
"Never mind," Gertie said, almost spitting out the words. "Well, as long as you're here, might as well join the party. You can warm up on her t... and then me."
As Nick undressed, he looked at Gertie's quivering body. Her breasts were full, round and firm. Her stomach was nearly flat. The flow of her hips and thighs was full and firm.
At last he had all his clothes removed except his tight shorts. He looked down to see the pulsating head of his blood-filled cock protruding above the elastic band.
"Always with a hard-on, aren't you, Nick? Sometimes I think that's all you are, or ever were, just one big, continual hard-on."
"Gertie."
"Never mind. Here, stand over here!" she said, pulling him toward the center of the room. "I want to see you in the best light. And I want you to get a good view of the real me at the same time."
She played with his hard prick, lightly running her fingers across the head of his cock and tickling the rigid shaft with her fingernails.
She positioned him and slowly peeled the shorts down his legs.
"Gertie, I want to..."
"Suck, fuck, Nick. That's what this is. What's the matter with you? You getting tender in your old age. C'mon, Nick, shut up and enjoy it. Su, fuck, cunt, shit, cock... right?"
She dropped to her knees. Her ruby-red lips nibbled at the thick cockhead, sending spasms of delight through his body.
As she sucked the head of his cock, Nick lost all train of thought. All that mattered was his cock going into that beautiful face and the promise of her cunt fucking him later. He entwined his fingers in her hair and guided his swollen prick into the warmth of her mouth.
Gertie sucked on his cock like she'd never sucked before. She placed her hands on his bare stomach and clutched his hair, alternately pulling and pushing until his thrusts were just the right length and speed to give them both extreme satisfaction.
He heard Fay groan on the table behind him.
"What about her?" Nick said.
"She passed out," Gertie said, taking her mouth from his cock. "But it sounds like our little bondage maiden is coming around."
Nick's instincts were aroused when he looked down at Gertie's tongue licking the head of his dick, and then up at her drug-bright eyes. He saw the whip still in her hand.
"Are we just going to suck?" he said. "Like always?"
"We're going to do everything," Gertie promised.
Fay was writhing on the table now. Her eyes opened and Nick could see that she was also heavily drugged.
"You want some more, don't you, Fay honey?" Gertie said, taking a stance beside the table and lifting the whip high above her head. "Tell me you do!"
"More... I..."
In that instant all Nick's senses were zeroed in on Fay's body. Blood and perspiration covered her bruised skin. Her breath came in quick gasps as she undulated and writhed against her bonds.
The perspiration gleamed on Gertie's naked body. Her breasts stood out in anticipation. The lights played over their bodies, surrounding them with an air of intoxicating evil.
Suddenly Gertie went into action. The whip sang as it sailed through the air. It landed on the willing flesh with a resounding crack. Fay jerked and strained at her bonds.
"Scream, damn you! Scream, you fucking, cock-sucking whore bitch!" Gertie brought the whip around, lashing again and again on the girl's ripe body.
On the third blow, Fay screamed. Her screams continued as the whip landed harder and harder across her legs, buttocks, and her back. Each time it hit, a long, red welt rose in its wake.
Gertie was covered with perspiration. Her body gleamed and shimmered in the dancing light like some underworld apparition. Her huge breasts heaved, dark brown nipples now swollen to a near purple. Her tongue darted out to moisten her red lips as she finally stood panting, the whip hanging loosely at her side.
Nick absently massaged the head of his prick. It was now as stiff and straight as the thick handle of the whip.
Suddenly he reached across Fay and wrenched the whip from Gertie's limp hand. With a savage roar he whirled it through the air. It landed on Fay's ass with double the force Gertie had been able to muster.
"Kill her, Nick. Hit her! Kill the fucking bitch cunt!" Gertie was screaming in his ear, her hands tearing at her own cunt.
But Nick didn't hear her.
The welts loomed red and flaming now as streams of blood began to flow where the whip had returned to kiss her flesh again and again. The criss-cross patterns gave her nude body a strange, exotic quality.
Something was grabbing his arm. Nick looked through the whiskey haze and the perspiration that fogged his blurred eyes.
It was Gertie. "Now, Nick!"
"Huh?"
"Fuck her, Nick! Fuck her in the ass... hurry... fuck her in the shit hole! Then you can stick your cock up me. FUCK HER, NICK!"
Nick pulled Fay's hips and stomach up slightly from the table. Gertie spread Fay's knees.
Nick looked down. Her bloody red ass-cheeks hung in the air. He leaned over her.
Gertie's face was directly in front of his. "You cock! You dumb son-of-a-bitch! I want you to stick your cock up her fucking asshole! Now! Fuck her in the ass!"
Nick felt Gertie's hands an his back pushing him until, at last, he understood. His mind seemed to be spinning, leaving him without control of his body.
He knelt behind Fay and placed his palms on her buttocks. They were slick with blood. He spread her ass-cheeks until her small pink asshole came into view. Nick lowered his head and let his tongue travel up and down the crack of her ass, taking the wetness from her cunt hole and lubricating her asshole.
Finally he spat right in the middle of her asshole.
Fay let out mewling gasps with each circle his tongue made. As it at last penetrated her ass, her muscles contracted in wild spasms, sending cunt juice running in long steams down her thighs.
Then Gertie positioned his prick for him, right at the center of her anus. He shoved with all his might, and his cock entered her asshole, ripping and tearing at her flesh along the way.
Fay's head came off the table and the room was filled with her ear-piercing shriek.
Then she sagged lifeless beneath him.
"Shit, she passed out again," Gertie said.
"What?"
"She's out. The fucking cunt passed out again," Gertie said, moving to the bed. "So take it out of her ass an' put it in me, Nick!"
"You?" Nick said, his mind still on fire and confused.
"Don't you want me?" Gertie asked, spreading her legs as she lay back onto the bed.
"I'll always want you," Nick said.
He sat on the edge of the bed and spread her willing thighs. He started to devour her breasts with hot, passionate kisses. He wondered why he had never driven her into a corner and insisted on fucking her before.
Again he tickled her nipples with his tongue and then it ran down her belly until his head was between her thighs. His tongue ran up the smooth, shivering flesh of her inner thighs until the tip found her warm slit and parted her cunt-lips.
He looked upward at her face. She was classically beautiful. Her head tilted slightly to one side, her face smiling at him.
"You're beautiful, Gertie," he said, in awe, as if it were the first time he had taken a really good look at this woman whom he had shared so much passion with.
She smiled down at him and tenderly guided his head back up to her breasts. He took the long nipple gently between his lips and licked the hard tip.
"I'll teach you, Nick," she moaned, her eyes closed as he sucked on first one breast and then the other. "I'll teach you how to love and how to fuck like a woman. I'll teach you, Nick."
He didn't know why, but instead of pulling her roughly back onto the bed and ravishing her as he thought he had wanted to do, he pushed her gently back until she was lying across the bed.
Nick's gigantic cock slid up along her belly. He felt her body stiffen and start to shake. She was afraid of it, deathly afraid of it -- of his cock.
She looked up at him, her eyes suddenly clear. The fine lines of her sculptured face seemed to leap out at him. The smell of her body filled his nostrils with heady perfume, the perfume of her sex, her cunt. It was an odor he remembered from somewhere far back in his past. An odor connected with something or someone he must have at one time loved, because it made him want to gently wrap his arms around the woman before him and bury himself in her body.
Their lips met, only slightly parted in a kiss that bespoke tenderness and longing rather than unbridled passion. It was a long, tender kiss, and when it was over, their anus slid around each other and they embraced.
"Gertie," he whispered, "you're not like the others. You never have been. You're special. You understand?"
"Nick," she sighed. "You... do you mean that? Really mean it?"
"I mean it," he said, taking her hand and moving it to his cock where it was trapped between their bodies.
"Nick, I've got to tell you something... I..."
But her hand had grasped his cock and her brain had grasped just what he was going to do with it. Her body again became rigid. She was petrified and he knew it.
"Don't talk not now," he said.
He put his hand over her mouth as he started gently moving his hips back and forth, fucking her hand as he would soon fuck her cunt.
He looked down at her. Her hair was highlighted where it cascaded outward from her face in waves on the pillow. Her eyes were closed.
Her other hand roamed over her own body, stopping now and then to knead and bring an excited flush to her skin. She cupped a breast, squeezing it toward his chest and further accentuating its firmness.
One of her legs was thrown slightly over the other as if she were protecting her cunt. Her gleaming white thighs merged together, framing the triangle of her cunt and inciting his lust even more.
"I want you," he moaned. "Now!"
"Yes... yes," she sighed. "And I'm sorry, Nick, really sorry. Take me. Don't let me stop you no matter what I say or what I do. Just put it in me! Stick your cock up my cunt and fuck me with it! Fuck me good, Nick! No matter... no matter."
With her nails digging into his straining back, she drew him up over her writhing form and felt him settle between her thighs. She felt the immense length of his cock bobbing, poised between her quivering thighs. A red cloud of fear passed in front of her eyes. Pain, it will be pain, she thought, more pain than I could ever stand.
Nick felt her body tense even more. She became as stiff as a board. He looked down into her fear-contorted face.
Suddenly, she screamed at him, commanding him to stop.
"No... no, Nick! I can't...! Can't! No... NO!" She bucked under him, trying to throw him. She struggled, trying to squeeze her thighs tightly together.
He bunched and corded the taut muscles in his powerful thighs and buttocks. He pushed her thighs viciously apart, then positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her cuntal opening.
"Nick... no, don't do it! I can't take it, Nick. I CAN'T... PLEASE DON'T!"
He just started his forward lunge when an ear-piercing scream filled his ears and forced him to roll off her body and jump to his feet.
It was Genie. He hadn't heard her enter the apartment. She was standing over Fay's sagging form.
"What the fuck?"
"Nick." Genie said. "She dead."