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The Urinal — Part 2 Chapters 15 and 16 |
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15. Val traded Cunt, strokes for fucks, a hundred strokes for two fucks. He always bought or exchanged for her use; it was never freely given. There were rules. He wore a condom. Em positioned him in the hole of Em's choice, and Cunt's use by him wasn't ever made into an elaborate ritual or event. She was never fucked on the bed. He watched the DVD while Em and Cunt got ready. Sex with Cunt was necessary but required an act of disassociation. That was one reason he always thought of her as Cunt rather than Megan. Their relationship had grown but she was closer to Em than him. The relationship they did have was a working relationship, she assuming a lot of the responsibility for Em during the daytime and helping to manage their financial affairs. Her education wasn't inexpensive in spite of grants and loans; what she made modeling didn't cover half of it. The weekly events Bert arranged, the web site and sales Val had made of raw video to studios on the West Coast were the major sources of income other than Val's Salary, which was more than adequate for one but not enough for three plus college. Right now on the TV screen five men were soaking Em with their piss with the pretense of cleaning her. They were making her chase their streams with her mouth. Cunt had pointed out to him the predictable groupings according to hierarchy. The hierarchy wasn't based as much on class or economic status as on the level of dominance and aggression individuals were willing to use. Most of it was for show, and often the least loud or continually visible individuals were actually those in control of the situation. Everything rotated around Em who as the star but watching the video Val could see individuals using devices, such as movement or voice, to attract attention to themselves. These persons weren't always the most effective in the project at hand. Em didn't care. She moved gleefully in the matrix that was offered getting what she wanted. Val still didn't understand her, no more than Cunt did; though Cunt dreamed of being able to let go like Em. The weirdest thing he'd seen with groups of men fucking Em was there'd sometimes be, like now on the screen, a guy standing by the side, intent on the action around Em but talking of a cell phone. This guy had a shriveled dick, paunch, and graying body hair -- otherwise he was almost bald. He talked on the phone and Val wondered what he was saying. Was he presenting a narrative of what was happening, with commentary, for a buddy, or was he telling his wife something had come up and he'd be a little later than he expected. Usually the conversation was long. Em stood by his side, took his hand. He rose and followed her to the bedroom where Cunt lay bound on her rug. Cunt's eyes watched him as he moved to stand over her. Cunt lay open for him, ankles in a steel restraint, stretched wide. Ropes held her wrists to her sides, forcing her back to arch, and crisscrossed her body, around her breasts making them prominent, over and under her, crossing on both sides of her slit. "I'll ask you again, Cunt. Are you willing to give up everything - self-respect, rights, the ability to say no - in order to live up to your name?" She smiled at him and said nothing. Em placed her palm over Cunt's crotch. "I'm sure I could get five hundred from Club for the honors." "You have a sick mind, Mr. Stanos." "Thank you, Megan Cunt." She grinned at him. "You get close enough to me I'll bite it off." "Then I really should call Club. I get five hundred dollars, you get a keepsake." "You wish." Val dragged the rug with Cunt on it into the living room. "We're going to film this and send a copy to Club." "You like playing with fire, don't you?" "I wasn't going to show your face." "Fine, you fucker." Val set up the video camera on its tripod. He started the filming. "Smile, princess." She grinned, snapped her teeth. Em got him hard using her mouth and hands. She put on the condom, held him until he was over Cunt. She directed his cock and let go. Em hummed as Val fucked Cunt. There was no finesse. He simply fucked her. Cunt below him writhed as much as her bounds would allow. She moaned in short bursts of sound which grew longer as he fucked. Her eyes never shut until near the end. He kept his face above her snapping teeth. Val came as her body relaxed from a staccato convulsion. He ground himself in her, held her face with hands on each side and kissed her, stifling her scream. When Val withdrew, she said, "Yes. Yes." "Too late, Cunt. I'll ask again next week." She tried to wriggle. "More." Em took the condom off him, tied the end and wiggled the shriveled thing over Cunt's face. Val rested on his knees for a moment, got up and returned with a metal link and pliers. "One for you, Cunt." He added the link to those that hung from her cunt rings and closed it. He flipped the string of links off her belly so they fell against her cunt and onto the rug. He got up, turned off the camera. "I'll get this ready while you two prepare." Em kissed Cunt, moved to her feet to unlock the restraint. Val loaded the video from the camera's hard drive and made a DVD of the raw footage. He cleared the camera's hard drive and relaxed in his chair. It was only a minute or two when Em came for him. Cunt lay on her stomach over a large cushion from the couch, her ass in the air. "Are you sure?" Val asked. Cunt nodded her head, not saying a word. Em worked her finger laden with KY in and out of Cunt's asshole. She let Val put on the condom himself; she positioned his cock, and stroked his sides as he slowly lowered himself. Em was wide open - mouth, cunt and ass. She was loose, relaxed, and eager. Cunt was tight, tense and tried so hard to be eager. "No," she said. "Stop. I can't take any more." Val halted, withdrew slowly. "Thank you. No. Don't. That hurts too much. Stop." Val went in further. "Too many words, Cunt." "No, I said. Stop." "Em can take thirty, you can't even take one." "I'm not Em. Stop. Get off." "Pretend I'm a pirate." "You're an asshole. I said no." "You're the asshole. I'm the cock. And you're getting fucked." "It hurts." "I'm a pirate. You're up shit's creek, lady. There are twenty-nine others waiting in line." "That's not funny." "Neither of us is laughing, lady. Hold still. It'll be over in a minute." "You're too big." "We'll see what you say to the last one." "You can't, Val. You said you'd stop." "I didn't, Cunt. You have a nice tight asshole. Shame to ruin it. I'm taking you like this down at the VFW tomorrow. We'll see if the codgers can get it up for you. I'll write on your ass, 'Fuck me, I'm patriotic.' " "Please stop." "Gag her," Val said. Em pulled Cunt's head back by the hair, put on the ball gag. Val thrust saying, "You're a good girl. Bert's going to love this. Nearly virgin ass that grips a dick tightly. Two parties a week, maybe three. Once you say yes. You know how many they are, what they look like, what they'll do, don't you? They're going to love this." Cunt shook her head slowly back and forth. She tried to kick him with her heels. "Finish me," Val said, pulling out. Em pulled off the condom and sucked his cock. When he came, she held his cum, not swallowing. Val sat on the floor and watched Em spit his cum on Cunt's back. Cunt immediately stilled. "Your turn," Val said. Em came back from the bedroom wearing a strap on. She knelt, slapped Cunt's ass several times, and motioned to him to help roll Cunt over. On her back, off the cushion, Cunt arched her back, feet and shoulders on the floor, ass shaking in the air. Em pulled off the ball gag. "Oh God," Cunt said. "I'm. I'm. Oh God." Em shoved the fake penis in Cunt's mouth. Cunt sucked it avidly. Em withdrew, crawled over Cunt and entered her. "Oh God," Cunt said. Val grabbed a fistful of Cunt's hair. "You are going to get whipped after this. I'm going to piss on you and leave you chained to the bathtub." Cunt's eyes stared at him, she convulsed sharply, head rolled back, eyes shut. "One," Val said. He got up, returned with clips for Cunt's nipples. He put them on, tightening them quickly. She shuddered. "I. I. I," she said. Her tongue reached out, touched Em's as Em fucked her. "I." Val tugged the links attached to one of Cunt's labial piercings and draped them over her leg. He crawled around Em and Cunt and did the same to her other set of links. Cunt abruptly stopped moving, shook. Val returned with the blindfold and put it over Cunt's eyes. "I'm going to whip you, Cunt. I need to whip you because we've just started." She shook her head. "Twenty-eight more, Cunt." He spit on her face and she screamed. 16. Val and Em drove around on Saturday, leaving Cunt to work on a paper and readings for her thesis. Before they left, Cunt checked her emails and discovered she had a shoot next weekend in Columbus. She'd fly out Friday, fly back Sunday. That meant more money for their coffers. Val had a loose schedule of errands to run on Saturday. The post office to send off films, Goodwill for Em, and Cunt in absentia, an adult store for paraphernalia, etcetera. The etcetera included lunch and dinner, possibly Rudy's or a sex club, maybe even a movie. Em liked going to movies. After the post office they drove to Goodwill. Em wore her favorite miniskirt, tube top and a hoodie (Cunt's influence). Her choice of shoes was idiosyncratic. Today she wore a pair of pumps. She was just as likely to wear combat or vintage white Go Go boots. Val sent men to the dressing room for her at Goodwill. When Val and she left the store, Em had a coat, more skirts, some T-shirts, a dress with spaghetti straps, and a bag with three used condoms. She'd managed to misplace her tube top. At Burger King they relaxed over lunch. Val covered the empty condom on her tray with a napkin since there were kids about and had her zip up her hoodie. "I know I ask you this every day. Are you still enjoying this?" Em nodded, wiped her chin and set the burger down. She held up four fingers. "Good." She grinned, pointed to her mouth. "Not here. Maybe later." He watched her chew and look around the restaurant. Val drank coffee and ate his burger. Every now and again when he was out he'd spot a good-looking woman. When he was with Em and Cunt he watched them appraise men. Em was indiscriminate; Cunt's tastes were more toward the tall, slender arty types. He didn't know what his tastes in women were. Face was more important than body, certain types of dress more than others. He enjoyed a loose sophistication, somewhere between refined and slovenly. Tall, imposing, strong features, long hair. Everything Em wasn't. When he was with Em and Cunt in public, he couldn't help but be aware of them, their bodies and how they felt. Cunt was the more traditionally pretty of the two; Em was rawer, more open. Any man with a cock could have her, anywhere, anytime. Her hunger was a constant source of stimulation for him. Her odors, the looks she gave, the sounds she made, the knowledge of what had been done to her, what he had done to her and wanted to do. She wasn't just a one act play, he had a constant awareness of her skin and the imagery layered on it, crude, sophisticated, the elaborately complexly ornate letters spelling "whore" on her chest, not obvious at first glance, visible now. Em could be demure or she could be provocative. It was possible she sat with her skirt pulled down over her thighs, legs closed. It was just as possible she sat legs open, skirt tugged up around her waist. She was very naked under the few clothes she wore. That nakedness was obvious in spite of the bits of fabric and ink covering her. "We need to go to Dirty Danny's and then the choice is yours. One, the sex club north of here. Two, Rudy's. I think they have a band you like playing there tonight." Em smiled, wiped her fingers with her napkin, left the condom exposed. She pointed to her mouth and hummed. "Third, a movie, have an early night and go home." Em shrugged. "You know what you want more than me." She shrugged, playing with the zipper on her hoodie. "I don't care." Which wasn't true. In order of work he had to do, they were movie as least, the sex club, and then Rudy's. Saturday night had a crowd, was loud and people wanted to talk to him. Besides that he might run into Club which he didn't want to do. "We could try to find a new tattoo place." Em made a C shape with one hand and jabbed it with her finger. "Cunt needs to work. She's going to school." She put her elbow on the table, leaned on her hand and tapped her head. "You want to do something different?" She nodded. "Bored?" She shrugged, pointed to her mouth. Business meetings held Tuesday nights, with their charts and graphs, devolved, if that was the proper word, into consideration of the goal of keeping numbers up. Their first week was the benchmark. Em desired a 25% increase each week, an impossible overall goal but one that was sometimes met for several weeks in a row. "Something new. Something good. You'll have to tell me, Em." She shrugged. "Let's not do Rudy's, okay? I don't want to run into Club." She nodded, got up, took their things and dumped them. She came back, sat next to him. "Ummm." "The sex club's pretty good." It was one of the few opportunities for him to have access to other women. The problem with sex clubs, unless they let in single men, was that there wasn't enough for Em. She shrugged. "Why don't we go to Dirty Danny's, drop off some videos, maybe they have a decent pair of handcuffs finally?" She shrugged. "You can drive, can't you?" She nodded. "But no license." She nodded, smiled at him. "Both hands on the table, please." She hummed, placed both hands on the table. He tugged her skirt down. "Dirty Danny's, dinner, the club and maybe I have an idea. Okay?" She hummed, stood and waited for him. "Zip your sweat shirt, Em." She shrugged, waited patiently while he zipped it for her. "I think we need to shave your head again." She drew a line with her finger across the top of her head. "A cut like Cunt's? Sure. We'll stop at the hardware store, too." She rubbed against him. At Dirty Danny's Val took a box of DVDs out of the trunk and followed Em in. Her hoodie was unzipped but at least the skirt was still on. Dirty Danny's was really named Dan's Adult Bookstore. Dan was somebody in another state who owned a chain. The man Val talked to was Jeremy. Em left her clothes on the counter, as Jeremy and he talked, and wandered through the shop. There were never many here, especially during the day, but enough so Em didn't get bored. Dirty Danny's had been carrying Em's amateur films for two months now, for rental and to sell. It wasn't much money but she had a loyal following of several perverts. If she'd ever bother to answer emails and promote herself she could create a devoted following. The decent handcuffs still weren't in; Val took the check from Jeremy and went back out to the car. He could stay and watch or join in but the novelty had quickly worn off for him. He enjoyed Em most when they were at home and he was free of constraint. She was able to take care of herself so didn't need him there to observe. Em never felt constraint; he did. When they were at a place like this he didn't feel like he could bind and whip her or use her the way he was used to. As it was he'd found he needed to dress a certain way or the men didn't take him seriously. Val had a muscular build; genetics, not because he worked out. If he wore a t-shirt and jeans that showed his build, men would take him seriously. Aroused men were aggressive and were thinking of only one thing. He had to project an image of power and control otherwise they'd react as if he were an impediment to reaching their goal. At most he wanted them to calm down, take their time, and enjoy themselves. Casual dress like he wore to work -- slacks, dress shirt and tie -- didn't achieve that. The only time there'd been a problem was at one of Club's affairs and he hadn't been there. Club was being paid to keep the rowdiness down and hadn't. It had been a mistake to do anything with Club afterwards. There were three cars parked next to his. They'd stay for a while and a new car would arrive every fifteen minutes or so. Not a high volume of sales but the prices were ridiculous and the location meant the rent wasn't high. There'd be a spurt of DVD sales after Em's visit. The men had had their few minutes of glory, actually lived their fantasy, and had been able to touch Em any way they wanted. They'd have memories that would last years. Val had Em, would have memories that would last years, but his were more complex. He almost knew her, still didn't understand her, loved her which surprised him when he finally admitted it. He knew her body, its moods, its savors. He slept with her, almost always bound, owning her in all the meanings of the word. The men inside were touching the embodiment of the type of woman they dreamed of, open, sexy, and frankly promiscuous. He held her at night and wondered about those who knew her before she'd become what she was -- family and friends, perhaps husband and child. She'd never say no to him or anyone else. The ones before thought they'd known her and look at what had happened. Part
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