Chapter 8
Greta Walsh lay on her back with the blanket pulled up beneath her chin. She had been waiting to see if Rita intended to make good her vow to come and get her once the lights were out. Maybe Rita had forgotten or was too exhausted from the orgy. She hoped so. She couldn't imagine why anybody would want more sex after tonight's "games." She would try to stay awake for just a few minutes longer though, just in case. Beside her, young Denny snored steadily. She liked Denny very much. Like Roger, he was gentle and considerate and she had enjoyed making love with him tonight. She strained, listening. The house was quiet; everyone seemed to be asleep.
Tomorrow was Sunday, she thought. She would awake in the morning with all the others here on the floor. Then she would return to her apartment and her roommate, Ginny. She couldn't possibly begin to describe this crazy weekend to Ginny. No, they would both continue leading lives of drudgery-rising each morning and riding the bus to Whitley Electronics, where they worked as secretaries. Dullsville, U.S.A. Of one thing she was certain. This weekend had completely changed the course of her life.
The Greta Walsh who would leave this house tomorrow was not the same Greta Walsh who had arrived. The frightened, inexperienced girl who had arrived Friday night was now a skilled veteran! She had no intention of becoming a "tramp" or a promiscuous sex machine, but the entire weekend had been a tremendously "liberating" experience. She felt grateful that Gene had given her a ride that morning she had missed her bus and was hitchhiking. If she hadn't missed her bus she would never have been invited to this wonderful party!
Now, if only she could just drift off to sleep; if only Rita were tired and didn't come for her... Just then she saw a silhouette against the dim red light. It was a woman, obviously, and as the figure drew closer she saw that it was Rita. Rita bent down and nudged her shoulder.
"Greta?" she whispered. "Are you awake, my pet?"
"Yes," Greta said. "I-I was waiting, but I thought maybe you were tired. Everybody seems knocked out."
"Don't be silly, love," Rita said. "Now's when the fun really begins. Come on."
Reluctantly, Greta rose, took Rita's hand and permitted Rita to lead her up the stairway. Greta stifled a yawn as Rita opened the bedroom door. She was surprised to see Gene propped up on the bed with his back against the headboard. Also, she didn't know that the dog, Muff, slept with them. There was a dim blue light glowing.
"I thought Muff was Reggie's dog," she said.
"He is," Rita said, "but Reggie was kind enough to loan him to us for the night. He's a fine watchdog and he has, shall we say, other uses too?"
Greta frowned, puzzled. Then, slowly, she backed away. "I'd rather not have anything to do with-with a dog if you don't mind," she said, conscious of a tremor in her own voice.
"All in good time," Rita said. "Don't worry about it. Right now let's stretch out and relax on the bed, shall we?"
Greta permitted Rita to shove her, then lay her flat beside Gene. "What are we going to do?" she asked, yawning openly now. Whatever it was they had in mind she hoped it wouldn't take long. She was tired-dog tired.
"I'm going to rub you--just like by the pool today-then we're going to complete your initiation. Many new and exciting things have happened to you, right? But you must have the complete treatment."
"Complete treatment?" Greta echoed. She thought she had indulged in nearly every possible sexual activity since her arrival. Rita was moving her hands over her breasts now, and Greta felt a faint flicker of lingering desire within her body as the skilled hands teased her nipples, coaxed them erect. Gene's big hard-on rose then, too, and he smiled as he slowly stroked it, watching Greta's reaction to his masturbation.
"Suck it," Gene said evenly. "Lean down here and put your beautiful little mouth around my prick."
Greta was slow in responding. "All right, but my-my mouth is so tired from sucking all the other-" She winced in pain then as she felt Rita grab hold of her hair and thrust her head down at Gene's erect .and dribbling member.
"He said suck it!" Rita spat. "And when we tell you to do something you do it, understand?"
"Sure, all right," Greta whimpered, "but- but please let go of my hair. Please?"
Rita's hold on her hair eased slightly, but she still held on as she directed the rhythm of Greta's bobbing head. Greta took the swollen shaft into her mouth and tried her best to please. She made little sucking noises and tried to lick the head lovingly and take as much as she could of the rod into her mouth. He was thrusting it hard against the back of her throat, which bothered her a little, but it tasted clean and smelled of talcum or cologne, so he must have taken a shower since the orgy, she thought. Both of them were watching intently as she sucked. Gene held his cock at its base for maximum extension and fucked her mouth slowly while Rita continued controlling the tempo with her hand in Greta's hair.
"Is she doing all right?" Rita asked.
"Not bad," Gene said, He pushed her head away briefly, squeezed his shaft from the bottom upward so that more lubricant gushed out the bulbous head. "Lick my juice off nice and slow," he said, "so I can see your tongue taking it in. Good... better. All right, now go on sucking up and down again-only slow and not so hard. We'll make a cocksucker of you yet, girl. Okay, Rita, strap your thing on now. I think she has the idea."
Greta went on lapping at Gene's stiff rod, but now she tried to glance from the corner of her eye at what Gene meant by "strap the thing on." She saw the imitation penis then and, panicking, ceased her laving labors.
"What-what are you going to do with that thing?" she asked, already guessing. "You're not going to-stick it inside of me, are you?"
"Never mind, pet," Rita purred. "I'm going to fuck you with this big dildo just the way I did Denise. Denise enjoyed it. Just keep sucking Gene's cock, baby, and don't worry about a thing. This thing's going to plunge and jab right up where you live, honey. Keep sucking while I bang you with this. If you stop sucking or resist, Rita's going to get angry."
Now Rita felt the head of the artificial dick probing her hole. God, it felt like it would tear her apart. Finally, Rita had it all in, though. Greta hoped it was all in! She didn't think her pussy would hold much more of the thing! Rita began thrusting, fucking her cunt with the instrument while her finger slid in and out of Greta's ass hole. Oddly, in a moment, the thing actually felt good! In fact, it was beginning to feel so good she neglected her sucking of Gene's cock. Gene gave her a light slap.
"Don't stop, baby," Gene said, holding her cheeks, in his hands now, tugging up and down so that her lips and teeth and throat contacted his dripping hunk of gristle just the way he wanted it.
And then suddenly Greta felt a most delightful feeling-a feeling that went beyond orgasm or mere physical pleasure. She was being used -abused and used, like some kind of sex slave -and the thought began driving her to a frenzy. They were using her body for their pleasure. She was theirs to fuck and do with as they pleased and she loved it. She had never felt this way before. She felt totally passive and she wanted to give, give-take, take.
For just an instant she understood why some people wanted to be beaten, hurt, tied up, given orders to perform unspeakable acts. She began whimpering, cradling Gene's cock like some cherished childhood' doll. She could hardly wait for Gene's rigid dick to shoot its contents into her mouth so that she could swallow it- gulp it down-and she wanted Rita to drive the fake prick harder, harder, even to hurt her.
"Now we've got her," Gene said. "She's all ours. Shit, she'd jump off the fucking roof if we told her to. Beautiful, beautiful. Go, little sweetheart... go... go... that's the way... you like this kind of thing, don't you?"
Greta was carried into a weird trance now. She began mewing and squealing as she frantically lapped at the hot wedge of meat in her mouth. She adored it; she worshipped it; she had to have it. Desires she could not put into words welled up within her. "Ohhhhhh... Ummmmm... Ummmmm," she moaned.
"Yes, she's really going now," Rita said. "I'm going to stick this thing in her ass for a while before I let Muff have her!"
Muff barked from the corner, where he sat waiting, his pink dog-prick unsheathed and waiting to fuck. Greta heard Rita, understanding that Muff was going to mount her soon, but she didn't care. Now the big dildo strapped about Rita's waist forced its way into her rectum and she welcome it-felt the pain but welcomed it! In a minute, it too felt good! Greta felt herself going insane with passion. She couldn't stop squealing. Had every woman felt this way at some time?
"Muff!" Rita called. "Top, boy! Top!"
Muff sprang from his waiting position in the corner, circled the bed with his tail wagging briefly, then stuck his drooling snout under Greta as he sought her clitoris. Top meant only one thing to him: clitoris. Reggie had trained him well and his animal brain told him where his tongue should go and what service it should perform.
Still on all fours, Greta arched her back even more to accommodate the animal as his lapping tongue settled onto her love nub. Again, the pleasure was so intense that Greta found herself neglecting Gene's cock briefly. He slapped her, harder this time. "Don't you stop for one second, you little bitch!" he yelled. "You keep sucking till I say stop! Don't you stop... don't you stop... never stop... never... "
Greta felt that she might pass out at any moment now-so intense was the pleasure. God, oh God, oh God, she thought, chanting to herself, not daring to let up on Gene's bursting organ, not wanting to. Muffs tongue lapped furiously at her dripping juices and Rita had that big thing right in her ass and Gene's big cock was in her mouth.
Now Rita withdrew the dildo from her rectum. "Muff!" she cried, breathless. "Mount, boy! Mount!" Greta felt the desperate paws clutch her sides now, digging in like talons, as Rita guided the smaller but stout dog-cock into her rectum. The texture of his fur against her buttocks drove her to even greater heights. Muff was fucking her ass! An animal was fucking her! Then, to her surprise, Rita scooted beneath her, where Muff had been, and began tonguing her clit-lapping it and nibbling wildly at the top of her twat just as Muff had done. Her whole body heaved and shuddered violently now. She couldn't stand much more, she knew.
The sensations-so many of them all at once -were unbearable, and she felt certain she would faint. And then it began-the most intense, the deepest climax she had ever experienced. It was more than just a pleasant tingle of the clitoris or a vague rising pleasure deep within. It was a soulshattering explosion that threatened to take her very life with its intensity as wave after delicious pulsing wave of pleasure spasms wracked her body.
Muff drove harder, climaxing now as his paws dug into her sides and staccato bark-whimpers rose from his throat. Rita, who had begun masturbating, squealed too, and then, mercifully, Gene's hot load exploded in her mouth, vibrated up the stiff shaft from his balls like a geyser, and spewed, filling her mouth and dripping over her chin. Greedily, Greta gulped the love milk, tasting its last drop before she passed out and lay twitching on the bed.
When she awoke, she did not know how much time had passed. Gene and Rita lay sleeping, cuddled together like children on the bed. Muff eyed her drowsily from the corner. She turned off the blue light, then made her way down the stairs, and collapsed onto the pad beside young Denny.