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Girls' Nightmare Out
Rogue Alan
11/0-9/02, revision 2/03
(tattoo/piercing; cheat; stranger; interracial; gang bang; exhibitionism; anal;
prostitution; bondage; lesbianism; mind control; rape)
Part 14
He and Kathy were the first back to the room, Tom had used his cell phone to
tell Michael to give them a few minutes. He had the brunette suck him hard,
again wishing that she showed the almost need to give head that had been
apparent, when she'd been with Mike. Once he was hard, he sent her to the
bathroom, telling her to shower. She was still inside, when the door opened
and Mike followed Melissa into the room. The blonde's eyes were glassy, but
she smiled when she saw Tom, and he realized that to her, he was a reprieve.
He wondered if she'd been afraid she'd develop the same attachment to a John.
She sauntered over to him, almost sexily, tugging at the front tie of her
dress, and asking with her eyes, if he wanted her naked. He was standing in
the middle of the room naked, Kathy's saliva still coating his rod, and he
nodded, smiling as the blonde fumbled briefly with the tie in her hurry to
obey him. She bared her breasts, before raising the short skirt, and shimmying
out of the garment, leaving her equally bare. He pulled her close, enjoying
the way that she shivered from the contact of their bodies, his shaft trapped
between them, pressing against her firm belly. At a word, she dropped to her
knees and began to service his cock, her willingness a comforting salve,
compared to her friend's lackluster effort. Tom wondered how the Johns couldn't
see the difference, then admitted that there was probably less variance when
the women were with men that they didn't know.
He didn't wait for Kathy to come out of the bathroom, before pushing her friend
onto her back, holding her ankles up, and slipping into her in a slow, smooth
stroke that filled the blonde completely.
Melissa arched her back, mewling in delight, licking her lips and rocking
against Tom's cock, wanting more of him, and wanting it faster. He gave it to
her, getting her off, just as Kathy emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped
around her body. She stopped at the sight before her.
For a moment, Tom thought that it was the shock of seeing Melissa rutting
beneath him, but then he followed the direction of her eyes. All she seemed to
see was Michael. He turned, and she rushed to him, throwing her arms around
him, dropping to her knees, fingers scrabbling at his belt and trousers. He
stopped her with a word, though, and at his direction, Kathy fell back on the
bed beside Melissa, spreading her legs and fingering her suddenly flowing
cunt.
Tom was amazed as he looked at the brunette. Gooseflesh was visible all over
her arms and thighs, and she was licking her dry lips, as her eyes were locked
onto Michael, as he stripped. She'd never acted so wanton, even under the drug
cocktail that he'd used to ensnare them. Melissa writhed and voiced her
displeasure at his stopping within her. He looked down, seeing pleasure on the
petite blonde whore's face, but not the devotion that was obvious on her
friend's.
"Do you want this?" Michael asked quietly, waving his naked, erect cock
suggestively. Kathy bit her lip, nodding visibly. "Badly?" he teased, earning
another nod. "What'll you do for me to get it?"
"Anything!" Kathy's voice was hoarse.
Tom drove into Melissa more forcefully, intent on keeping the blonde from
realizing what was happening. She was responding readily too, shivering and
panting, near an orgasm if not already cuming. He allowed that his methods had
done well on turning at least one of the pair on to her sexuality.
"Anything?" Michael echoed, waiting while Kathy nodded in confirmation. "You'd
blow my friend there? Make him really believe that you liked it?" Kathy blushed
but nodded. "You'd let him fuck your ass? And then tell him how good it felt
and squirm and moan like you were cuming from my fucking you?" Another more
desperate nod. "You need it that badly?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever needed anything more?" Kathy blushed, nipping at her lip again,
but shook her head. "What about your husband?" A tear then fell down her cheek,
but she shook her head firmly. "You need my cock more than you need your
husband?" Kathy swallowed, pausing as if trying to fight the answer, before
she nodded. "If you have to tell him what you've been doing, and what you are,
in order to have my cock inside of you, would you do it?"
"I'll tell him."
Tom knew his mouth was hanging open, there was no way that the uptight brunette
could have been made so submissive. He knew some girls developed an attachment
to their pimp, Melissa was showing signs of that as she spasmed on his driving
cock yet again, but Kathy wasn't that type.
"You don't have to do that." Michael assured the trembling brunette. "I like
you. I want to put my cock inside of you. But only if I can cum inside of you."
"All right."
"You could get pregnant."
"I know." she replied, as Tom shook his head in amazement.
"Then you're in luck," Michael smiled, motioning for Kathy to approach him.
She did like a love starved puppy. "See this?" he said, as he withdrew a small
syringe from his pocket.
Kathy stopped, but didn't back away. And didn't say 'no' to what he was
implying. She nodded after a beat.
"This will keep you from getting pregnant. I just give it to you before we
fuck, and you're totally safe."
Kathy nodded, turning to offer him her naked ass cheek.
"No, I need it to go in your veins. But that's no problem." he said, as he
whipped out a rubber tourniquet and applied it to the trembling brunette.
Within seconds, the needle was in and he'd injected the contents. As Tom
watched, Michael released the tourniquet and then withdrew the needle, ignoring
the spot of blood that appeared on Kathy's arm, as he whispered something to
her.
She nodded, still visibly agitated, but dropped eagerly to her knees and
seemed to literally throw herself at Michael's cock. He crooned endearments
over the brunette's bobbing head, but was checking his watch as he did so. He
abruptly stopped her efforts, directing her onto her back on the rumpled
bedcover, still standing between her legs. Kathy raised her calves, curling
them around his waist and pulling him towards her naked dripping cunt, with a
need that Tom could almost feel. Michael held himself just outside of her
swollen labia, brushing his tip over her sex teasingly.
"Tell me," he said quietly. "tell me that you need it."
"God, I need it! Please fuck me!" Kathy groaned, humping up against him
uselessly.
"I don't think you're ready." Michael said, as he shook his head in mock
concern.
"I am! Take me! Please! Fuck me! Give me your cock! Your beautiful cock. Give
me, give me, give me." her voice broke, as he slipped into her fully, and held
himself there.
"Like that?" he teased.
Kathy could offer no verbal reply, save for a gargling moan, her entire body
seized from the strength of her climax.
"There you are." Michael crooned, sawing in and out of her slightly. "See how
good this cock makes you feel?" more unintelligible grunts from the panting,
sweating brunette. "All you have to do to feel this is do whatever I say. Then
you'll get my cock. And get all of this pleasure."
Kathy nodded slightly, still humping back against him mindlessly. Michael was
barely moving, but his cock dipped in and out of her cunt completely, she was
pumping her hips so violently.
He kept checking his watch, then abruptly bore down on the brunette, forcing
her twitching body to the mattress and hammering into her like a steam piston.
She arched her back, her mouth open wide, her chest not moving, as if she
couldn't breathe. Then she shrieked, loudly enough that Tom guessed he'd have
to pay someone to fix it. At the same moment, Michael went stiff, clearly
firing his jism into her pussy. As Tom watched, the brunette's eyes rolled
back in her head, and she went limp, held up in part by Michael's still firing
cock inside of her. He slipped out of her and smiled at Tom, who'd just
finished filling Melissa's cunt with his own cream.
"That should do it. A second dose is usually easy to give. I used to do it
orally, but the absorption rate is so variable, that timing it was hard. But
you gave me the perfect out, the pregnancy thing. Mix in a little 'morning
after' meds, and Walla, a perfect cocktail."
"What'd it do?" Tom asked quietly, watching Melissa out of the corner of his
eye, relaxing when it seemed she'd drifted off to sleep.
"Nothing much," Michael smiled wolfishly. "Just reinforced that it's the sex,
specifically sex with my cock, that gives her that feeling. Then you can
recreate the sensations by having sex. They'll do whatever you ask to 'feel'
that rush again. Make them put out like a banshee to 'earn' a ride on your
cock. Hell, it may even work just telling them that any time they're having
sex as a whore, they'll feel it too. I don't know what all you can do with it
yet. I just know that it'll help create an eager nymphomaniac whore. Then it's
easy to get them to trick, it'd be kind of risky balling every guy that she
saw to get her fix. Doing that'd be a sure way to have the man of the house
find out."
"And it's a narcotic concoction?"
"Mostly, the heroin or morphine drops their inhibitions and blurs the pain, so
that only the pleasure's left. There's a synthetic Ecstasy analogue, to amp up
desire and responsiveness, and a touch of sedative also, to help drop their
inhibitions, and to help with a retrograde amnesia. And then there's a
psychogenic compound, it's experimental, but it's easy to make and it works.
It's not that different from the cocktail that you've been using for their
training, except for the psychogenic drug that I've added, that's what really
makes the rest work. I can show you what I use, and even how to make it."
"Wait a minute. If there's amnesia, how can it help?"
"Simple. I'm doing some patterning with the drugs, getting her to associate my
cock with the feelings that she had from the drugs. Then drop the drugs, but
she'll still have the feelings. And with little doses every now and then, you
reinforce that association. Or with larger doses, you can 'shift' the
association, say to her new pimp, or to a sheik, or whatever."
Tom nodded his head in understanding. "So you don't always have to give it, or
give larger doses, or worry that she'll suddenly ball anything with a cock."
"Not unless that's what you want." Michael said, smiling at Tom and wondered
how often he'd done that in the past. "She'll be out for a bit, and probably
won't remember too much of what happened when she comes to, except that she'll
be ashamed, knowing that it felt so good, that she wants whatever it was again.
Like I told you, it's an invisible leash for your bitches."
Tom nodded, and they sat at the desk by the window for a bit, quietly
discussing the specifics of Mike's cocktail, and his and Tom's business. Tom
could feel it, the new drug was a good open. The time was ripe for expansion.
They were gone when Melissa awoke, groaning and grasping her temples in a vain
attempt to shut out the headache from her two earlier binges. She treated it
by opening two of the tiny servi-bar bottles, Jack and Southern Comfort, and
tossing them down in rapid succession. Her head felt no better, but the
spreading warmth made dealing with the condition of her body easier. She was
showering when Kathy stumbled into the steam filled bathroom.
"Kat?" Melissa asked to be sure.
"Yeah." the brunette mumbled in answer, stepping into the shower with her
friend. "What happened?"
"You don't remember?" Melissa couldn't keep the incredulity out of her voice.
"What happened is that you seemed quite smitten by that guy that got you out
of trouble last week."
"Why do you say that?" Kathy asked, wetting her hair under the feeble stream
of water dribbling from the hotel's shower head.
"Well, maybe it's seeing you on your knees, blowing him in the middle of Gates."
"I didn't!"
"You did. You mean you don't remember it?"
"I... I sort of do. It's just... it's like I was watching someone else, you
know?"
Melissa muttered something.
"What?"
"I said, 'you'd better lay off of the booze'. Sorry, I know you don't drink,
it was just... I couldn't believe that you did it. And then I thought that Tom
would have me doing it next. I wish I could forget what happened, like you
have."
"It was bad?" Kathy wrapped her arms around her smaller friend, suddenly glad
that they had some time together, it'd been too long since she'd been able to
show Melissa that she loved her.
"No, not bad. I just... God, I hate it that I get off so well when Tom's
fucking me. It makes me feel like I'm betraying Jeff, you know?"
"No, I... well sort of... It's never... I mean I hadn't..."
"What's never?"
"I'd never really gotten off completely before. Never. I mean sometimes with
Fred, and sometimes when we're 'working', but it's never felt... complete.
That wasn't bad... it's not any different at home. But this today... I don't
know how to describe it. It just... it feels so good that I want it to feel
like that again, and soon."
The women lapsed into a companionable silence, broken by soft moans, as each
unthinkingly began to soap and rinse the other, their hands tenderly reaching
to ease the hurt, and then to bring pleasure.
It was another twenty minutes before either considered turning the water off,
and together they moved to the nearest bed, falling into a tangle of arms and
legs, and forgetting the horror that had become their lives for a few intimate
moments. Unlike the need based coupling with the men before, Melissa and Kathy
focused on one another, on giving pleasure, rather than having it taken from
them.
Afterwards, lying arm in arm, Melissa thought about what Kathy had said. It
still didn't fit with the way she'd behaved though. It was like they'd both
acted when Tom had drugged them, forcing them to become his whores, except it'd
been spontaneous. There was no way that he could've given her anything from
across the room. She shrugged, figuring the doc had maybe managed to find a
soft spot in her friend when he'd saved her from a most unwanted pregnancy.
Kathy hadn't mentioned any hanky panky, but given who had referred her, and
the way they'd behaved earlier, she would've bet something had happened at the
'clinic'. But no lasting harm seemed to have been done. Kathy was her normal,
loving self, and in some ways, Melissa was glad they were stuck in the
nightmare together, she couldn't imagine they'd have found love with one
another otherwise.
Her initial concern that her friend had snapped, and had decided that all men
needed servicing at the merest whim, was put to rest. They drew out their
intimacy until housekeeping was becoming impatient, then paid for a cab back
to the apartment, where they retrieved their things and went down to their car,
each leaning against the other, finding some comfort in what they'd just
shared. And the promise that they'd be together whatever happened, as they
struggled to reach the magic 400 fucks. Something about the whole day though,
kept nagging at Mel, even after she'd gotten home.
