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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 8
The women watched the lights of Vegas recede, as the plane banked steeply,
turning onto a lazy course for home. Each was trying not to think about the
next four hours. The show had been remarkable, more so, because Tom had sat
between them, diddling them with his fingers, as they'd ooh'd and ahh'd with
the crowd. Melissa had asked if he'd like to go into the lobby, willing to let
him lead her into the men's room if he wanted, but he'd just told her to enjoy
herself and the show.
They had their things packed into their new 'O' bags, with souvenirs for the
kids and their husbands. At the steps to the private jet, Tom had handed them
each a glass of champagne with the stimulants that he'd made available to them
earlier, offering them a toast, along with 'their medication', "To a long,
pleasant involvement."
They hesitated at using the drugs, and even more so due to the toast, but
relented without argument, when he pointed out that he only wanted to be sure
that they enjoyed themselves throughout the flight, rather than finding the
last hour of the flight really tough to take. The nimble plane leapt to
cruising altitude. Tom had explained that the flight might be as short as three
hours, depending on the weather, and because of the time zone change, it would
only be about 2:00 AM when they touched down.
Melissa paused, suddenly worried about going home, and asked how they would
clean themselves up, before facing their husbands. He smiled, offering each
the hotel key ring that he had added to each of their purses, and showing them
the new keys. Melissa's was labeled, 'Group Art Supplies,' and Kathy's 'Copy
Room.' He explained that he had several apartments in Kansas City, as well as
St. Louis, Chicago, Omaha, Denver, Detroit, Dallas, San Antonio, Phoenix, and
Las Vegas. 'His girls' in those cities could leave their things there, when
getting ready to work, and could clean up in the rooms afterwards. Neither
woman considered that they'd soon be winging their way to any of those
destinations, for the sole purpose of bedding a total stranger.
But by then the drugs had begun to take effect, and as the men in the more
forward seats began to get up, the back of the plane had been changed from a
tattoo parlor to a boudoir, and they began to turn their attention to their
'hostesses,' both women were becoming visibly aroused. The women got up from
their seats to meet their admirers in the aisle, without a word from Tom, who
sat back to enjoy the forth coming show. Of course, the camcorder was ready,
as he was confident that the women would put on a better show now, than they
had on the flight out.
The heavyset black man who had been the first to sample Melissa's charms was
the first to reach her again. Tom smiled, seeing that she remembered the man
from the video.
"You enjoyed me that much the last time?" she murmured, one hand dropping
between her legs, while her other reached for his pants, pulling his zipper
down. He smiled, showing a mouthful of grime coated teeth, but the blonde
didn't seem to notice, she was so lost in her drug induced desire.
"Do you want to do me again?" she asked, offering no resistance when the man
began to roughly lift her dress. He stopped when her crotch was bare, reaching
down to cup her exposed cunt, and sliding a finger into her.
"Mmm, you already wet baby. You wantin' me in you, I t'ink." The man's Jamaican
background colored his voice.
The petite blonde's response was a barely an audible groan, as she spread her
legs, humping her pelvis against his exploring hand. Beside her, half in the
aisle and half in her seat, Kathy was letting the swarthy Chicano, that Tom had
recruited to 'manage' the girls in Arizona, strip her naked, with the help of
Robert, the fat little man who'd agreed to 'loan' Tom the plane for his
training jaunts, on the condition of his participation. Tom figured having a
token white man, with an average sized dick, could only help to remind his
girls of what they would lose if they decided to leave the business.
Jacob had moved Melissa to the super single mattress against the starboard
bulkhead, by filling her pussy with his big bent dick, in the middle of the
aisle and then walking her backwards, joined like that. As Tom watched, he
pulled out, laughing when Melissa whined in displeasure, scrambling to her
hands and knees to suck on his cock, which glistened with her own juices. He
encouraged her for a few minutes, as the other men stripped and began to
choose where they wanted to wait in line, then he moved around to thrust into
her from behind. Melissa's eyes were closed, her mouth opened, and she arched
her back, pushing to meet the twisted cock, as it corkscrewed deeply into her
naked cunt.
Tom turned around to see Kathy draped over a chair, sucking on Robert's cock,
while Jorge sucked on her cunt from behind. As he watched, the big Hispanic
man stood up, laughing as his cock slapped against the brunette's clit, making
her spasm. She reached back, grabbed his tool, pulled it her into her seam,
and then began rocking back against him, to take him into her velvet pussy. It
was another first for his newest whore, taking on two men at the same time,
but Kathy moved as if she'd been doing it all of her life, aware only of the
burning need inside of her for more pleasure. Tom doubted that she even knew
exactly what was happening, the way she was going at them.
He looked back in time to see a second black cock fill Melissa's tiny body,
plunging into her open mouth to fill her throat. Her eyes snapped open in
surprise, but closed half way, as she groaned in pleasure around the shaft,
as she began sucking on it hungrily. The cabin was filled with the sounds of
slapping flesh, panting, grunting men, and whining, groaning women.
Jacob and his buddy banged Melissa mercilessly, switching places only after
Jacob had filled her wet seam, to allow her to clean his shaft off, as his
friend completed his own pleasure inside of her snatch, adding a second load
to what was already leaking out of her cunt. Tom saw that Robert had cum in
Kathy's mouth, at least in part. Jorge had pulled her up, so that some of the
other man's cum sprayed onto her neck, and drooled down her chest. She cleaned
the Fortune 500 CEO's cock with seeming delight, gasping, "Yesss!" when Jorge
began to cum inside of her twitching box.
Another of the men then led her to the second mattress, and within a minute of
having taken Jorge's load, Kathy was on her back, letting another stranger
bang her in the missionary position, her ankles planted at the sides of his
fat waist, spurring him on. Another man dropped to his knees by her head, and
fed her his meat. Tom watched as her head bobbed, while her body bucked up to
meet the thick cock thrusting between her legs.
The next pair to take Melissa introduced her to real double penetration, the
less endowed man fucking her pussy for a few moments. She rode him like a
cowgirl, facing his feet and clearly getting off on that. Again she voiced her
disappointment when he pulled out of her cunt, and he pulled her back onto his
chest. The pout then became a gasp of delight, when his friend moved over them
and thrust into her open cunt, and then became a cry of pain, as the first man
shoved his cock into her ass. She hadn't been aware of Tom's earlier ass
fucking, and the pain was nearly sufficient to interfere with the drugs.
The man fucking into her pussy moved up, pressing the top edge of his shaft
against her clit, and within a moment, her quiet voice was crying out, begging
them to 'Fuck me harder!'
The final guest, Tom's tattoo artist, took care of that, pushing his swollen
cock into her mouth. That meant that she was now taking care of not one or two
men at the same time, but three men. The women were fucked endlessly, usually
by at least two men at the same time, throughout the entire flight. When the
captain reported that they were starting their descent, each of the seven
visitors had cum at least twice, leaving a load in each girl's totally filled,
and fucked out cunts. And most had painted them with another offering or had
fed them their cream.
Tom suggested that the women get 'cleaned up', and without any prodding, they
fell into a passionate 69, sucking and licking each other clean. The activity
built to a feverish pitch, until it seemed like the women were devouring one
another. They spasmed in a shrieking mutual climax, just as the wheels squealed
against the tarmac, and they lay there panting together, as the plane rolled
on, taxiing to the hangar.
Melissa and Kathy were coming down from the drug's effects as they got dressed,
somewhat reluctantly to Tom's amusement, after downing the 'morning after pills'
he'd provided them. The men who just spent the flight using them, offered them
a round of applause, then picked up their bags and exited the plane, as Tom
helped the women collect their own meager belongings. Somehow, both of their
dresses had made it through the melee unscathed.
Tom had a final surprise for his new girls, but kept that to himself, wondering
how the women would react. It was almost cool outside of the plane, and the
women stood there, shivering in their thin dresses. Tom had waited until the
flight crew was off, before he let the girls get up to leave. They stepped
onto the small stairs in the door, Melissa stopping short, when she saw that
the pilots were still standing near the plane, watching the door expectantly.
They seemed to be looking past her though, so she stepped down onto the
concrete and turned, searching for the car that she expected to be waiting for
them.
Tom was last one down the stairs, and said loudly, "Wonderful flight, as usual
gents. Sorry we took so long, I guess you'll want to get home. Oh, I forgot
your gratuity, didn't I?" Tom tried to look sheepish, "I apologize men, but I
didn't have much luck in Vegas this weekend. Can you hold out until the next
trip?"
"Well, Mr. T," the taller of the two said, leaning against the trailing edge
of the port side wing, "That's what you said the last time."
"And the time before that too!" his partner added. "You might be better off
giving us your money, and letting us lose it."
"Well gents," Tom held up his hands, "I don't know what I can offer you. Any
ideas?"
The pilot smiled, eyeing Melissa openly for the first time, "Well, we could
hear some of what you had going on back there. How about you letting us enjoy
some time with your girls over there, and we'll call it even?"
Tom feigned consideration, it was the last step in their initiation process,
turning a trick in their home city, out in public, right before going home to
their families. He shrugged and said, "I guess that's fair. But you'll have to
do it another night, if you want to take them somewhere, as they have to get
home."
"Oh that won't be necessary." the smaller man said, as he pushed off of his
place by the hangar wall, "We can enjoy them right here, right now!"
He stepped up to the petite blonde and said, "I think I can enjoy this tiny
thing right here by the wing!"
Tom shrugged and nodded, then said, "Great. I'll go get the car then, and come
right back." Then he was gone.
The women looked at each other anxiously. The drug had worn off, and each was
realizing that she was sore from all of the fucking she had done, but they
could guess there'd be trouble if they said no. Taking the initiative, Melissa
strode up to the athletic pilot who had been eyeing her. She dropped to her
knees, opened his flight suit, a different look from commercial pilots, and
began sucking on his semi-erect cock.
Kathy quickly followed suit, bobbing her head against the big Midwesterner who
had come to fly the plane for the executive, only to find that the fringe
benefits were beyond his wildest imaginations. He looked down, amazed that
such a gorgeous woman would prostitute herself like she was. He also knew that
he'd have to take control, or she'd finish him off, before he really got to
enjoy her.
He reached down, catching the cascade of ebony hair and lifting the woman up
off of his cock. She pressed herself against his body, but was shivering, since
she was bare from the belly down, having already bunched her dress up, just
below her tits, while working on his cock. He pressed his body against her's,
amazed that she didn't resist at all. He rubbed his shaft over her naked pussy
and smiled, as her breath caught. Her hand dropped between them, catching hold
of his shaft, and pausing just long enough to roll a condom that she'd taken
from her purse down the length of his shaft, before pulling him hard against
her mound, and into her. She lifted a leg, rocking her pelvis towards him,
easing more of his cock into her tight seam.
He looked over, shaking his head, as he watched his co-pilot, who'd bent the
little blonde over back edge of the wing, leaving her feet dangling off of the
ground, while he thrust into her doggie style. The brunette's sigh brought him
back to his own situation. She was rocking against him, frigging herself with
one hand, while she worked to get him off. He shifted, catching her taut ass
in his hands to support her more fully. The minute that she relaxed, he fed
his entire cock into her. She stiffened, her breath catching in her throat, as
her body quaked strongly.
But in the next moment, she was bucking against him, actually interested in
the fuck, not just going through the motions like a used up whore. He heard
the blonde whimpering, and looked over to find his mate had flipped the
helpless brunette onto her back, and was ramming into her, in a modified
missionary position, his boots were firmly planted on the asphalt, while her
ass was on the cold metal of the wing. Even so, the woman's ankles were
crossed behind his buddy's back, and she was also eagerly humping with him.
Headlights washed over all four of them, but the women didn't slow down at all.
Then Tom drove past them, turning the car around behind the plane. He climbed
out of the little front seat, the pilot noted absently that it was a different
car from any he'd seen him driving before. Then again, the women were always
different, so why not a different car. Tom simply leaned against the idling
Jeep, watching, as the women provided the pilots with their tip.
The pilot considered asking his friend to swap, but just then the brunette
groaned and thrust her pelvis at him even more forcefully, as she began to cum.
Her cunt clenched at him hungrily, spurring him on to the edge, and then over.
He pulsed into the condom, wondering what would happen if one ever leaked.
There was a panting grunt closer to the plane, and he looked up just in time
to see his partner holding himself against the blonde, as he came too. Figuring
that they had started first, he was sure that they'd gone at it longer than
the others.
Stepping back, he did the part that he detested the most, but that his friend
had pointed out was a cheap price to pay to bang so many different fuckable
women. He stripped the condom off, wiping his cum slickened shaft off in her
pubic hairs. His friend went so far as to pull the blonde down from the wing,
and as she tried to stand, and cleaned his cock off in the hair on her head.
Both women pulled away abruptly, without a word, even. And smoothing their
dresses down, as if that could hide what they were, they hurried back to Tom
and the waiting car. Safely inside, Tom pulled out of the airport, looping back
to the south, and into the downtown area.
"I'll show you the apartment, then you two can drive home from there." he said,
maneuvering the vehicle with a skill that betrayed his long hours of practice.
The women were silent, reviewing what they had done, and what they had yet to
do. Tom smiled to himself, there was always a point when his new girls got
back 'home', that the impact of what they had done, what they had enjoyed, hit
them like a ton of bricks. Suddenly they worried that it would somehow be
obvious to their husbands. He thought that it was mostly concern about whether
they'd ever react to the man that they loved in the same way again.
Of course, it didn't help that they were sitting there, while several other
men's cum was leaking out of their cunts and ass holes or drying on their skin,
and wearing clothes that they would never have worn in public before. He
enjoyed their surprise, when they learned that the apartment that he chose to
show them on their first time out, was half of a duplex, on the hill just
north of the Plaza, near the hospital. Pointing to the door that was 'theirs,'
he selected the key on Kathy's ring, and promised that he would 'talk to them
soon.' He walked up the path to the door with a woman on each arm, openly
groping their breasts, and enjoying the way that both women accepted it,
regardless of who might be watching.
He went as far as the interior landing, making sure that there wasn't already
someone there. It was better to keep the new girls apart from the rest for a
while, until they came to terms with what they were doing. Which was why they
weren't at the main apartment that he kept downtown. Melissa seemed hesitant
to let go of him, when he turned to go, and he paused, asking if she'd had a
good time. She blushed, and nodded.
He laughed, asking if she was looking forward to having his cock inside of her
again. She nodded again, and reached for him, pouting when he stopped her,
telling them to go clean up and go home. He left the duplex whistling,
confident that he had two more winners for his stable, and wondering, not for
the first time, if there would be more money in selling them overseas. That'd
lead to an investigation of course, but no one could tie the women to him, at
least no one who wasn't involved as well. And the money he'd been offered for
women fitting their description, was almost too good to pass up, the sheik had
a thing about 'married' women, who'd already pledged themselves to another man,
especially if they were Christians, as if it made him fell like a better man.
Tom smiled, wishing that he could tell the brutish man that what made a man a
'Man' was doing things that would bring even a woman being blackmailed into
having sex with strangers, come back for more and more and more.
That answered the question for him, who wanted to lose such fine women for a
single payment, when they could bring in hundreds of thousands of dollars
while working off their 'debt' to him. Tom crossed over to a taxi stand, giving
the driver an address near, but not at his place. Glancing around, he
congratulated himself on another successful 'recruiting weekend'.
Inside of the apartment, the women scrubbed and douched and scrubbed some more,
cleansing their hair and bodies of the jism forming curds where it had set.
After checking one another over, and agreeing to a story that the tattoos had
been a drunken mistake, when they'd asked a chorus dancer what her tattoo was,
and had been told that it was 'Lucky', as if that was a character in Vegas,
only to have the tattooist they'd chosen have a different idea of who or what
'Lucky' was.
There was very little conversation on the way home, though each was scared of
what the coming days would bring. How would their husbands react? Would it be
obvious to the men that they'd been balled by almost a dozen strangers? Would
they somehow slip up and betray themselves, maybe putting out like whores
instead of the chaste wives they'd been before, and would they ever be able to
enjoy sex with their husbands again, or could they deny the dark urges to
sample more of Tom's magnificent cock?
There was also the uncertainty that he would call them that week, how long
would they be able to live like housewives, before they were called upon to
serve again as prostitutes. Melissa was already wondering what would happen
when she stepped into a room, to service a John, only to find out that she
knew him. Similar thoughts were echoing in Kathy's mind, as well as a lingering
doubt as to why or how Tom had chosen them. And every time she looked over at
her friend, she felt the flicker of desire, and wondered if she'd be able to
keep her hands off of her for very long. Pulling into Melissa's drive, the
last question was answered, as the blonde leaned over, kissing Kathy
passionately, not caring if Jeff or anyone else saw them doing it.
Having followed them home, Tom smiled at the exchange, though it wasn't without
risk, if either husband saw that, there'd certainly be fireworks. He guessed
he'd have two days, until one of the husbands made a move, and their wife was
left missing what he'd given them. Then they'd be his forever. He smiled,
looking at the Polaroids that he'd taken of two women at a nearby bar in
Olathe the week before.
The redhead was stunning, her friend an obvious athlete. He had clients who'd
enjoy each of the woman, just as the two he had just added were already
scheduled for the next, their girls' night out would be spent working an
exclusive bachelor party. Picking up his cell phone, he booked the plane for
following week, hoping to have added two new recruits.
