Chapter 16

Adele was resting, enjoying the peace and quiet, when a persistent knocking on her front door disrupted things. She ignored it, but the person knocking would NOT go away! Then Dirk started yammering, and ignoring anything was impossible. Finally, she got up, grumbling, threw on a housecoat, and headed downstairs.

It was Louise Carter. Adele was nonplussed. "Can I help you?"

"I hope so," she replied. "I'm sorry to have to bother you on what should be a day of rest, but we've discovered certain... issues... that I need to discuss with you -- unhealthy issues. May I come in?"

Curious, Adele stepped back and led Louise to the living room. "I wasn't expecting company... Let me make some coffee."

"Great! We can talk in the kitchen -- how's that?" Louise offered.

"Okay..." Adele led Louise into the kitchen. Louise took a seat at the table. Adele, filling the coffee carafe, asked over her shoulder, "Unhealthy issues?"

"I'm afraid so," Louise replied. "Alyssa is, well, doing naughty things. I'm not talking about the lesbianism -- if that's her lifestyle choice, it's none of my business. But the way she treats those girls -- it's just sad..."

"I, uh, don't really understand..." Adele muttered. She could guess, but...

"She NEVER offers ANY of them ANYTHING back, you know -- she just takes and takes..."

"I... well, if they let her get away with it..." Adele replied. "I'm sure it's something I should talk to her about, but..."

"Well, you DEFINITELY should talk to her about it," Louise retorted, "Do you have any idea WHY they let her get away with it?"

"Well, no..." Adele turned to face the other woman.

"She's pimping that dog on them, that's why!" Louise burst out.

"Oh, Lord!" Adele exclaimed. It would have been bad enough if that would have been the whole thing -- but the quiver of worry for herself that lurked beneath it added a dimension.

Louise nodded. "She's got that dog licking their pussies -- THAT's why they're putting up with her rude behavior! She's corrupted a half-dozen impressionable young girls with that dog -- and she'll do it to more of them if you let her!"

"I'll... I'll put a stop to it," Adele promised.

Louise sat back, watching Adele's face. "While you're at it, maybe you ought to stop her from fucking him."

'Oh, SHIT!' Adele thought. This wasn't good. In fact, it was an absolute disaster! And it was showing signs of getting worse... "She's... doing that?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid so," Louise nodded. She sighed theatrically. "It's tough trying to keep an eye on a sixteen year old. It's tough keeping an eye on a seventeen year old. I know, I've got them, too. You work a lot, don't you?"

"Two jobs."

Louise nodded. "Not enough time left over for the family. Not EVEN enough for a social life..." She eyed Adele, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"What? I wish..." Adele snorted. "You're right -- no time. I can't date -- I need to sleep, sometime!"

Louise was sympathetic. "You'd end up going to bars and trying to separate out someone decent from the drunks, anyway -- good luck with THAT... Sleep is probably a better use for your time. But a woman DOES have needs..." Her eyes bored into Adele's.

"Wh-what are you saying?" Adele blustered.

"Come on, Baby. Alyssa isn't the only one. I bet she wasn't even the first!" Louise chided.

"I'm not going to admit to that! You're bluffing! You can't prove..."

Louise reached into her purse and fished out the CD. "Honey, we can go in the living room and embarrass ourselves by watching this, or..."

"You don't! Oh, Lord! Where...? How?" Adele gurgled.

"Well, I didn't do it, but it got done," Louise replied. "I'm not into high tech, so I'm not even sure. But it's absolutely unmistakable..."

"Oh, Lord... What do you want?" Adele asked.

"I'm not here to abuse you, Baby -- I'm here to offer an alternative."

"Uh huh." Adele could imagine several alternatives, none of which would be particularly pleasant. On the other hand... "Do I have a choice?"

Louise sat forward. "If I pretend I didn't hear that question, then I don't have to answer it -- and we can keep things on a friendlier note."

"I really don't want to be a hooker..."

"Well, I'm not asking you to," Louise replied. "Why don't you sit back and relax and I'll explain everything -- when I'm done, I'm sure you'll feel better..."

"Okay..." Adele couldn't imagine anything really getting better, but what choice did she have? If that CD really contained... What did it contain? "First, what's on there?" She pointed at the CD.

"Videos, Baby. You and Dirk, Alyssa and Dirk, Alyssa and her girlfriends, Dirk and Alyssa's girlfriends. If you're concerned that there isn't anything on the disk, we can watch it -- I just figured you would feel better about it if you didn't have to see it." Louise sat back, waiting. "It's all about intent, Baby. Nobody intends to show this to anyone. We don't want your money or anything, either." She smiled, "Actually, you've just qualified for membership in a club of sorts that might benefit you! I'm here to make the offer, sort of."

"I... don't understand..."

"Why don't we have that coffee, Baby, and I'll explain?"

"Okay." It gave Adele something to do with her hands -- which were shaking. When was the other shoe gonna drop? She collected cups and poured, then got out the sugar and the creamer. Louise took a shot of cream while Adele settled herself in the chair and took her first sip -- and realized that she needed it.

"This is about no-strings sex, really -- it isn't out there, for most people," Louise began. "Oh, if you're brave enough, and you look around, hard, you'll find some people, but the only thing you'll have in common is being horny, maybe. Men our age are set in their ways, or they have shit going on, or crap from their past... We have that stuff, too. Maybe we want a man to be around all the time, and maybe we don't -- but we don't have the time to go fishing every other day, looking, so we either settle for something a LOT less than perfect, or we give up." She eyed Adele. "I figure you gave up."

Adele grimaced. There were a lot of good reasons, but, yes, she had.

"Scientists say that women our age are at our sexual peak," Louise continued, "and that means we're hurting for it, generally. But men aren't -- they hit THEIR peak at seventeen or eighteen -- and they're hurting BAD at that age..." She waited, eyeing Adele.

Adele made the expected leap. "Randy? I can't do that! That's incest!"

"That's right," Louise agreed. "But I wasn't talking about Randy. Teenage boys actually started this club, and one of their goals was to help themselves and their mamas WITHOUT incest." She sat back. "It's pretty simple, really -- for you to have sex with Randy is incest -- but for you to have sex with somebody ELSE's son isn't. And for Randy to have sex with you is incest, but for him to have sex with somebody else's mother..." Her voice trailed off.

"Isn't that illegal, too?" Adele asked.

"Mildly," Louise agreed. "Not as bad as incest -- or bestiality for that matter. It's sort of the glue that binds us together -- each of us has blackmail material on the others, you know? It guarantees that nobody will do anything too stupid..."

"So that..." Adele flicked the CD case.

"Merely protects us. And it's your membership application," Louise nodded.

Adele leaned forward. "Have you...?"

Louise shook her head. "Randy? I'm not telling. At least, not until you commit yourself."

"Seventeen year old boys? How many?"

"Several. Obviously, I don't want to get into numbers, but it's more than one or two."

"Are there rules?"

"Well," Louise replied, "mostly, it's fairly simple. Up to now, it's been mostly an agreement between the partners -- you agree to have sex with a boy, more or less mutually. There used to be sort of a thing floating around that said you ought to fuck everybody at some point, but that's kind of fallen by the wayside. We go with what works. Different people have different needs. There are some relationships in the group, but they're not any of them the standard thing, if you know what I mean." Adele didn't, and it showed. Louise sighed. "You really have to just see it. I can't explain everything at this point."

"What do I have to do?" Adele asked.

Louise grinned. "Having sex with a boy would probably be a good start..."

"And you do what? Video it?"

Louise shook her head, tapping the CD. "This handles that requirement. I got videoed having sex with a boy when I joined, but you don't have to -- this is worse. You can go straight to enjoying the benefits of membership."

"What about Alyssa?"

Louise shook her head. "I'll discuss Alyssa with you after I know where you're going."

"Do I have to go somewhere? I mean, like, right now?"

"Well, no," Louse admitted. "Actually, we planned for that." She got up from the table. "Come on..."

Mystified, Adele followed Louise to the front door, which she opened and leaned out. "Boys! We're ready!"

There was a scuffle on the walk, and Louise stepped back to admit her son Terence and another tall, blond boy -- in a mask. "We're, uh, trying to maintain some secrecy about the membership, at this point," Louise apologized. She waved at the pair. "Pick one. Or if you're feeling brave, take 'em both!"

"For sex?" Adele's eyes popped. Was Louise serious?

"Uh huh," Louise nodded. "Now it's all up to you. You can pick one, or both. I can go along, or I can sit down here and drink coffee. I can play, too, but I have to limit myself..." she eyed Terence significantly.

Adele started to shake -- and she realized that she was wet. "I... can't."

"Yes you can," Louise encouraged. "Boys, see if you can persuade her."

Lon and Terence both grinned as they stepped forward. Adele stepped back, but not quickly enough to keep them from arriving on either side of her. Without any communication at all, they mirrored each other, each putting a hand behind her shoulder to keep her from backing further. Adele's knees went weak, anyway; she couldn't do much more than stand and shake while Terence leaned in to kiss her neck and Lon started sliding the zipper on her quilted housecoat downward. "Nooo," she gasped -- but it was a whisper -- and ignored. Goosebumps covered her entire torso, radiating from Terence's lips on her neck -- then the white boy in the mask was hefting her left breast through her nightgown.

Terence slid his hand past Lon's and captured the other fat globe. "Nice..." he breathed onto her neck.

"Better get her to sit down, boys, before she falls down!" Louise chuckled.

Adele couldn't bring herself to look at the boys; instead, she focused on Louise Carter's grinning face. "Hang on, girl!" Louise declared, "You're in for the ride of your life! After this, you ain't NEVER going back to dogs!"

Alyssa was crying -- with the sole result of making the inside of the hood she was wearing wet and uncomfortable. "Please! Don't do this!"

"Sweetie, if we stopped now, you wouldn't learn anything," Beth replied, semi-sympathetic. "Sometimes, you just need to learn things the hard way." She turned to Damian and Toby. "This would go easier if we had an overhead attachment point."

"Show me where," Toby grunted, going to collect a power drill.

"Just stand there, Sweetie," Beth told Alyssa. "Mama will be right back." Walking over to a bare area beyond the booths, she pointed upward. "Somewhere here."

Toby pulled down some ceiling tiles, finding a floor joist. "Here?"

"That's good."

"One, or two?"

"One," Beth replied. "We can put in two or three more, but I want to think about placement."

"Okay." Toby pulled a stepladder over and drilled a hole in the two-by-six joist, then mounted a U-shaped bracket with bolt holes on the ends and a rotating hook at the base of the U by running a bolt through the holes and tightening down a nut on it. "There!"

"Thank you, Sweetie." Beth came back and took charge of Alyssa, "Follow me, now." She brought her to the hook and looked at things. "I need a chain -- and a snap-link."

Toby, anticipating her, was already digging in the hardware supplies they'd purchased. In a moment, he brought over the necessary hardware, and, climbing the ladder, attached the chain to the hook. "Here." He handed Beth the snap-link.

"Thank you, Sweetie. Raise your arms again, Girl!"

Numb, Alyssa did as she was told. Clearly, she was absolutely helpless; just as clearly, if she had her sight and her hands free, she would STILL be helpless. They had her JUST where they wanted her... Beth surprised her by linking only one cuff -- then she pulled Alyssa's blouse over her head and disconnected the other cuff from the chain linking them. This allowed her to work the blouse away from the freed arm. "I'm gonna pull off your bikini, too, Sweetie -- hold still..."

"Noooo!" Alyssa started thrashing around.

Beth stepped back and let her do it. "Get it all out of your system, Sweetie -- but if you piss Damian off, he's likely to ask someone to beat you!"

"Please, please!" Alyssa thrashed around desperately. Beth had deliberately stretched the arm and reaching up with her free arm was possible to Alyssa, but in no way easy.

"Please what?" Toby grated. "What is it that you think you want? Mercy? Consideration? You don't give those things to others! Shut up and cooperate!" Toby's powers told him that Alyssa wasn't there yet, by any means.

Damian grunted, "Isn't high enough."

"Sorry!" Beth said shortly.

"Not your fault," Damian replied.

"Hang on." Toby surfaced a small block and tackle. "How about this?"

"Yeah," Damian nodded. "Let's get her under control, so we can make the switch..."

Alyssa went nuts, but essentially she had one arm and one leg, stretched out as she was; it wasn't enough to keep Beth from grabbing her and pinning her free arm to her side after Damian immobilized her leg by the simple expedient of grabbing it during a kick and holding it in the air. Alyssa tried to kick with the other leg, but that meant hanging from her left arm... Toby put the ladder up just out of range and climbed up to connect the block and tackle to the hook. Then he attached the lower hook to a D-ring on Alyssa's binder and climbed down, taking the trailing end of the rope with him. This left the tie-off point as an issue in the finished basement room, but there was a lolly-column reasonably close by. It was too smooth to be a decent tie-off point, too, until they wrapped a chain around it a couple of times and looped the line through a shackle, but eventually they managed to make the whole thing stable. "More planning," Toby grunted, taking up the slack.

Damian nodded. "Needs a friction clamp." But the pair of them hauled on the rope and Damian held it while Toby tied it off.

Alyssa found herself on tiptoe. Beth approached her, "Okay, Sweetie -- let's try again..."

"Nooooo!" Alyssa started waving her hand around.

"That does it!" Damian grated. "Gimme one of them sticks!"

"They're canes," Beth corrected him.

"Whatever. I know where they go!" Damian grunted, "Right on her big fat ass!"

"Maybe you shouldn't," Toby said, grinning. "Remember, we don't want her knowing who did what to her..."

"Yah, okay. We'll flip a coin," Damian agreed -- but it didn't happen that way; he just stepped up behind Alyssa and snatched her shorts down. Alyssa squawked and spun, so he backed off -- but Toby stepped in from the other side and snatched down her bikini bottoms.

"Now, see what happens, Sweetie?" Beth chided. "You were all upset about them seeing your titties and NOW look what happens!"

Damian made a show of sighing theatrically. "Now, bitch, the top is coming off -- or one of us is gonna leave a LOT of long red stripes on your ass -- you get me?"

"You wouldn't!" Alyssa turned to the sound of his voice -- but Damian moved and suited actions to words...

Whirrr... WHACK! The cane sliced through the air viciously before impacting on the chunky cheeks of Alyssa's bubble butt.

Alyssa froze in surprise -- then screamed bloody murder! "AAAAIIIEEEE!"

Once the first had sunk in, Damian let her have another one. Whirrr....WHACK!

"OOOOWWW! Please! No more!" Alyssa wailed.

"Put your arms up and let the woman pull your tops off -- or we go for five!"

"Okay! Okay!" Alyssa raised her free hand.

Beth stepped in and started tugging. "You've got a hard head, Sweetie -- but I guess you don't have a hard ass!" She looked down at the angry welts decorating the young black girl's ass. "Tsk tsk. Those must hurt..." She worked the blouse and bikini top off Alyssa's free arm. "Reach up and clasp your hands -- I'm going to swap out your arms. Don't get stupid now!"

Alyssa found herself extended on tiptoe, hands clasped, cooperating fully. The bindings had changed multiple times and were a mess, and Alyssa COULD have gotten away -- but she stood there and let Beth finish. When Beth was done, Alyssa was connected to the block and tackle by the chain between the binders again and had enough slack that she could stand flat-footed -- something she did, thankful for the respite.

Meanwhile, Toby drew Damian off. "She's never had that done to her before -- EVER! That had more of an effect on her than anything we've done thus far..."

Damian grunted. "Sooo..."

"More. About ten, I think," Toby opined. "As punishment for her wrongdoing and lack of cooperation. After that..." he shrugged. "I think she'll be pretty cooperative."

"Well, we can find out that after," Damian agreed. Stepping forward, he announced himself, "You've been giving us a lot of shit, Alyssa, so we've decided that maybe your attitude needs more work." He pointed at the ball gag and waved to Beth to apply it.

"I'll be good! Agh! Mmph!" Beth popped the gag into Alyssa's mouth in the midst of her pleas and quickly fastened it.

"You're real noisy, we noticed, so we figured that you needed a muffler. Besides, no amount of begging is gonna get you out of this!" Damian announced. "We're gonna do this, and you need to take it to heart -- piss us off, and there's more where that came from! Understand?"

"Mmph!"

"Just nod."

Alyssa nodded fervently. Oh, Gawd! They were going to hit her again!

Damian waved at Toby, who collected a cane from Beth's collection, bowed it a couple of times, and swung it. Whirr...Whack!

Alyssa tried her absolute best to get a piercing scream past the gag -- and was somewhat successful. Damian grunted mildly, "Is that thing tight enough?"

Beth pursed her lips. "They can be difficult." She stepped up and checked the gag, pressing it into Alyssa's mouth while she worked at the buckle. "I think I can get another notch. Don't fight me, Sweetie, or they'll add strokes!" Instantly, Alyssa's tongue stopped pressing on the back of the ball. That didn't keep Alyssa from whining and whimpering, though.

"That was one," Damian announced. "We're shooting for ten, unless you piss us off. If you do, we might double up."

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" Alyssa shook her head fervently.

"Good. I'd hate to see us getting pissed and going at it until our arms were tired," Damian grunted.

Alyssa was facing Damian, so Toby delivered stroke number two. Whack! The scream was quieter, but it was still there.

Alyssa spun to face her tormentor -- and brought her ass to bear on Damian, who delivered stroke three. She turned sideways and Beth whacked her one -- number four. She spun and danced in front of Toby, who delivered number five, then held up his hand.

Alyssa could not remember ever hurting so badly! Like a lot of self-important bullies, taking the heat wasn't her forte, and the fire in her ass was plenty hot! She was crying as loudly as the gag allowed -- not to get sympathy, she was beyond that. This was pure fear and anguish and pain and abandonment.

Toby tasted it and worked to distance himself from it -- but it wasn't easy. He waved his hand and Damian applied number six.

The momentary respite had led Alyssa to hope; now those hopes were dashed. No matter where she turned, a cane slashed at her poor, sore ass! She KNEW it was being turned into bloody hamburger -- she could FEEL it! But nothing stopped them; a seventh blow fell, then an eighth, then, after a slight pause a ninth.

"You gonna be good now? Nod your head..." Damian instructed. The hooded appendage bobbed like it was going to come right off Alyssa's neck! "One more, then." He put his arm into it; Alyssa actually hauled her legs into the air and hung by her arms as she howled around the gag.

Beth waited until Alyssa put her feet down, then stepped in, rubbing her flank. "That's it for now, Sweetie -- but you better be good! Okay?"

Blubbering the best she could, Alyssa nodded. She was absolutely devastated; no one had EVER punished her like that! It was... awful...

"I'm gonna let you down, now. You just stand there..." Beth went over and undid the rope. Alyssa didn't move; she stood there with her hands above her head even after the rope went slack. Beth went over and pulled Alyssa's arms down to a comfortable position and unhitched her. "Come with me, Sweetie," she murmured, tugging on Alyssa's linked wrists. Alyssa followed meekly, still crying her eyes out.

Damian dug around in various locations until he came up with a vibrator. "Kneel her up," he directed Beth. Beth positioned Alyssa on a mattress; Alyssa appeared to be as moldable as putty. Damian came around in front of her, squatted, and lifted her head. "Okay, so, you've seen the stick, there, Dog Slut -- now, we're gonna play with the carrot. The idea here is for you to enjoy yourself and get over the spanking, so we're gonna work you over some with some toys. We'll be lookin' for the proper attitude, so don't get stupid, understand? It's time for fun. You want the gag out?"

Alyssa thought about it, dully. She was wasted, emotionally. The pain had leached the fight out of her a long time before. Thinking was hard... After a moment, she nodded.

Damian undid the gag and removed it. "Say thank you..."

"Thank you."

"Very good. Ever use a vibrator?"

"Umm, no..."

"Graduated right to dogs, did ya?" Damian teased.

"Yes." Alyssa didn't know what to say -- but she SURE didn't want another whipping!

"Well, you should enjoy this, Sweetie," Beth interjected. "Just relax and see if you can enjoy yourself. Spread your legs a little..." Damian handed her the vibrator, and Beth powered it on and applied it to Alyssa's split.

"Uuuhhhh!" Alyssa jumped in shock. "Omigawd!"

"Whoa! Hold still! Don't go running off!" Damian pressed against Alyssa's shoulders.

"Okay!" Fear brought Alyssa to a screeching halt.

"Is it good? Suck it up -- enjoy yourself!" Damian encouraged.

Okay, they were going to do this -- and she couldn't leave. And it felt good... The things the vibrator was doing to her clitty were a lot nicer to dwell on than the feel of her ass... Concentrating on that, Alyssa drew in a gasp.

"That's it," Beth encouraged. "Tell us what you like..." She waggled a finger at the boys and they moved in, rubbing Alyssa's flanks and collecting her heavy breasts as they dangled beneath her, almost mirroring one another as they rubbed her skin and mauled her nipples with their fingers.

"Oh! Oh!" Not being able to see seemed to magnify what she felt; Alyssa couldn't fight the arousal. The sudden flip-flop from dealing in pain and fear to pleasure had her mentally too disconnected to feel as if she was being raped; she was powerless, enjoying a massage, or something, rather than being brutalized. She'd been brutalized only moments before, and this wasn't it, by ANY stretch... "There! Yes!" she gasped. The hands on her breasts weren't the rough, harsh treatment she expected from males, either -- the one on the right wasn't really working her nipple quite hard enough... Strangely, when she thought that, the guy on the left leaned over and told the guy on the right, "Give her a little more..."

Beth was zeroing in on Alyssa's favorite spot -- just atop her clitoris, sliding the tip along the hood on either side. You could tell by the way Alyssa's ass wiggled that she was working the right spot; besides, she was getting puffy and dewy. That pink with the dusky overlay on her labia was such an interesting color...

"Ogod!" Alyssa's head came up, all unseeing, and she squatted lower on her elbows -- which pinned the hands working her breasts beneath her, so she came back up a bit before they could withdraw. Her ass started chasing the vibrator, trying to get that perfect position and pressure; Beth stopped and held it still, and Alyssa ground herself against it. Something in her head said that chasing an orgasm under these conditions was absolutely insane, but it was working, and she just couldn't argue with success! "Ogod! Hrrgh! Hrrgh! Ogod!" She sucked in a huge breath and the roar of the waves engulfed her, sucking up her cry of "Holy JEEEZUS! AAAAUUUUGGGHH!!!!" she shook like a leaf -- arms, legs, ass -- and grunted and gasped, her arms collapsing and her head dropping onto them as the wave left her weak but afloat on an ocean of pleasure.

"Time for the main course, I think," Damian grunted. Toby waved, mouthing, "I'll take seconds."

Damian shucked out of his clothing while Beth engaged Alyssa's attention, "How was that, Sweetie? Did you have a good time?"

"Mmmmm? Oh yeah. Wish I could see..." Alyssa mumbled.

"Maybe later, Sweetie. Want some more?" She re-applied the vibrator.

"No... Please... Too much..." The vibrator was as bad as a tongue -- you got there, and then it was just too much! Where was Dirk when you needed him? What she needed was a nice, big... Hands settled on her hips and the vibrator was there again -- no, it felt different, actually -- familiar, though. Whatever it was threaded its way between her nether lips and found the hole, and then... "Uuuuuhhh!" That felt just like Dirk -- except for not being poked all over the place first, and not being slammed around; this was on target and slid in smoothly and -- omigawd -- it went DEEP! It backed off and came back -- again, not like Dirk, jamming and pounding and poking and missing -- no, this one knew where it was going... And the second pass went even deeper! Alyssa's head came up and she gasped, "What's that?"

"That's a REAL dick, Sweetie! What do you think about that?" Beth asked. "That's better than any old dog, don't you think?"

"I..." The reality crashed in on Alyssa, 'Omigawd! I'm being fucked!' The cock in her was setting up a rhythm -- in and out and in and out -- not a hammering, but you knew it was there. She could feel his balls swinging against her clitty; it was softer, nicer, more pleasant than Dirk's go to Hell attack -- even though it was very persistent. There was a pace to it -- one that felt, well, natural... "Uuuuhh!" she grunted again.

Alyssa wasn't any virgin -- or, at least, not in the normal sense. The cock wasn't hurting her, and although it wasn't familiar, it was CERTAINLY doing an impressive job! Dirk had one speed -- a trip-hammer jam that you HOPED hit your pussy, while this... this cock was seated and operating and obviously the man attached to it wasn't going to go wandering off before she got an orgasm!

That brought the other thought -- was she? Oh, yeah -- she was GOING to get an orgasm -- there was NO DOUBT! This stupid hood over her face didn't matter; the sting of the welts on her ass didn't matter. What mattered was that piston working in her pussy hole! The woman, whoever she was, was right -- this beat the SHIT out of DOGS! "G-good!" she gasped. Funny, how she couldn't talk for the panting...

"You having a good time, Sweetie?" the woman purred. "You enjoying that dick? Pretty good, isn't it? I've had that one -- sucked it, fucked it... It's niiice! Don't you think?"

"Uh... huh..." Alyssa's ass was moving of its own accord rolling and grinding and pushing back at that WONDERFUL cock in ways that she could NEVER have done with Dirk! Alyssa didn't have to hold still or hold back -- whoever it was that was poking her pussy adapted, allowing her to smash her cunt against his pubic bone in the most DELICIOUS way! "Oh, gawd! Oh! Oh! OH GAWD!!! OOOOOOOOOO FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!!" A light show erupted in the darkness of Alyssa's hood -- fireworks that only she could see, but one other could feel...

"GGGGGGUUUUHHH!!!!" Damian had been trying to maintain complete silence, but Alyssa's snatch demanded a response! Gasping, he rocked forward, pounding into her clenched gash. "SHIIT!" There was no holding back the flood; he crushed her wriggling hips to his and poured his seed into her.

This was different, too; Alyssa was used to Dirk hosing her with his thin spend like pumping the trigger of a squirt gun. This had an altogether different feel -- thicker, or something -- and the accompanying pulses were something her pussy seemed to match without effort. Whoever it was flopped forward onto her back and reached hands under her to fondle her jugs -- which was comforting; Dirk would have just been gone...

Beth leaned in and rubbed her upper arm. "Want another dick, Sweetie? We've got two, here..."

"I don't think... I can..." Alyssa panted.

Damian backed off, straightening up, then backing out of Alyssa's pussy. Standing, he walked away and got his breath, then came back. "We ain't done, Slut. You've been punished some, and you've had some fun -- but you owe people -- a LOT of people. I think you oughta suck a dick."

Forty-five minutes before, she'd have told him to take THAT bright idea -- and the dick that went with it -- and shove them up his ass! But it had been a long forty-five minutes for Alyssa -- she limited herself to, "I don't know how..."

Damian chuckled. "Well, you're lucky, Slut; this lady just happens to be a world-class cocksucker -- so you have a teacher. How's that?"

"Ummm, can't I just wait a few minutes and fuck?" Alyssa whined.

Toby shrugged, but Damian frowned and shook his head. "This ain't about you, Slut, it's about whichever one of us wants you to handle his dick! What if whoever it is WANTS a blow job? After all, dogs have been in that pussy..."

"I'm not a slut," Alyssa said dully.

"Not a slut?" Damian feigned amazement. "Not only are you a slut -- you're a DOG slut! A bitch! And there isn't ANYBODY in this room you can convince different, 'cause we've ALL seen the videos! Don't tell ME you're not a slut! In fact, you don't tell me SHIT! Say my name!"

"Damian?"

"That's right. Now say 'Yes, Damian,'."

"Yes, Damian."

"From now on," Damian roared, "it's gonna be 'Yes, Damian' and 'No, Damian' and 'Pretty please, Damian'! And the same goes for my brother and any other fucking male in the club -- you understand? If a dude in the club chases you down in the ladies room and wants some fucking thing, you'd better do your God damnedest to give it to him, or you'd better have an DAMNED good excuse! And if he don't buy your bullshit and I don't buy your bullshit I'm gonna play tic-tac-toe on your ASS -- you got me?"

"Yes, Damian!" God! Was he going to start tearing off strips of her skin and eating them? Alyssa quaked where she knelt.

"And that shit goes DOUBLE for your big brother, slut! You give him shit, and you'll pay through the nose! And you can't wheedle him by sucking HIS dick or riding HIS cock, so you better KNOW you're gonna get the shit beat outta you! You hear me?"

"Yes, Damian!"

"Now, you gonna suck dick, or am I gonna get that cane?" Damian roared.

"Yes, Damian! But I won't be any good..."

Damian's voice dropped forty decibels. "You will if you listen to this lady. Now open up your mouth and give whoever it is you owe some head."

Alyssa's mouth flew open. Toby had stopped undressing during the tirade, so he wasn't ready; Damian stuck his finger in Alyssa's mouth. "Suck on this for a sec -- we ain't ready." Alyssa, relieved, sucked.

"That's an idea," Beth murmured, "Here, I'll take over while you two sort things out." Damian pulled his finger and Beth replaced it with hers. "Okay, Sweetie, we're on to cock sucking one-oh-one. That's nice, but you don't have to work it so hard. Mouths are hard, and pussies are soft, so you need to take it easy. You suck so your cheeks come into contact with his shaft and cover your teeth -- you don't want to rub him on your teeth or against the roof of your mouth, okay?"

"Mmph." Alyssa nodded.

By then, Toby had gotten out of his clothing and stepped up. "Okay, Sweetie, give me my finger back and open up -- it's time to taste the real thing!" Beth directed.

This wasn't exactly an anticipation thing, but Alyssa handled it. Toby stepped up and slid his cock between her thick lips, halting with just his glans inside.

"Now, that isn't so bad, is it?" Beth asked.

"Mmph mmph." Alyssa had expected something really nasty, but aside from a slight tang of sweat, the cock wasn't anything too terrible. And the texture of the bulbous head was, well, amazing!

"That's just the head, now, and in this case there's a lot more to come," Beth warned, "but where you're at is one of the important spots. Feel where the head ends, there? At the bottom, that's VERY sensitive, but the ridge all around the back there is, too. You want to make sure you rub that with your lips every time he pulls out. We're gonna go a little deeper -- not TOO much, yet -- so you can feel the shaft." Toby took the cue and slid a bit more of his length in. "Now, I KNOW you know this, because I KNOW how that dog is," Beth continued. "Guys fuck by pushing this thing in and out of your pussy. They aren't like girls -- you can't go to one place and lap until they get off -- you need to let them fuck your face." She nodded at Toby, who began sliding his cock in and out of Alyssa's mouth, taking it easy. "You can control it by bobbing on him -- or he can control it by holding your head still and fucking. Of the two, you'll probably prefer that YOU control things, because HE will get carried away and try to stick his cock down your throat!" Toby suited actions to words.

The face-fuck hadn't been bad until then; Alyssa, taken by surprise, coughed and choked, pushing herself back and away, instinctively. "See?" Beth muttered."

"Uh," <cough, cough> "huh," Alyssa got out.

"You want plenty of spit, so sometimes when he makes you gag, it's a good thing," Beth continued pedantically. "You want to use your tongue on the underside in those sensitive spots, especially. Open up, now -- you're not done..." Alyssa opened up and Toby resumed an easy stroke. "Remember," Beth cautioned, "Just enough suction and not too much. And NO teeth! And NO hammering him into the roof of your mouth! You can relax your lips some on the way in, but you want to drag them over that ridge on the way out!"

Alyssa found herself concentrating on the invader sliding in and out of her mouth. It wasn't bad -- especially now that it had been in there a while and it wasn't as gamey. But it seemed to be HUGE! She worked on the teaching points the unknown woman provided diligently, knowing that she wasn't going to avoid this, now or in the future!

"How is it? Okay?" Beth asked Toby. Toby made the okay sign with his hand. "Your customer says you're doing fine, Sweetie -- congratulations! There's advanced work -- deep-throat -- but today, I think the boys will be satisfied if you manage to swallow your first cum..."

'What?' Alyssa didn't stop what she was doing, but she staggered a bit. 'Swallow cum?' she thought.

Everyone could read her mind. Beth got in ahead of Damian with the response, "Yes, Sweetie -- you're gonna need to swallow. Guys want that -- in fact, if you don't, they get kind of insulted. Lots of girls don't understand, and they spit, or they try to get off by having their man jerk off on them, or whatever -- but the fact is that if you won't swallow, you're rejecting him. And if he shoots off on your face, it means you're a worthless cunt and not worth his seed! Frankly, Sweetie, you don't have a choice, so it's best that you don't make a fool of yourself and fuck up -- because I KNOW that Damian will beat the shit out of you if you spit!"

Toby was tuning his efforts to Alyssa's, teaching her with his reactions. There was a certain feedback from his powers; he could feel her efforts and the submissive frame of mind they had forced on her -- and she was doing her level best! As a result, he was heading up the slope, steadily, toward his peak. Beth had no idea that he was plugged into Alyssa, but she could see the effects; Toby was sweating and panting and looking shaky. AND he was cupping the back of Alyssa's head, even though he wasn't driving her onto his length all the way.

Actually, Toby was tuning his efforts to what Alyssa could take -- and slowly increasing that limitation as she became comfortable. Already, strokes that would have gagged Alyssa early on were being handled by her with confidence -- and even SHE knew it, and was proud of herself. This wasn't her usual overweening pride and bad attitude, but a pride of accomplishment, overcoming adversity. And Toby was proud of her and for her...

But it was all coming to a head; Toby's endurance was affected by his link to Alyssa and the feedback brought him to completion. Beth saw it and warned Alyssa, "He's gonna shoot! Remember to swallow!" -- but she already knew. It wasn't instinctive, either -- it was bleed-over from Toby, although she didn't know it. When his cock shaft went diamond-hard and the underside started pulsing, she knew EXACTLY what was coming! Instinctively, she backed off and suckled the head, leaving room in her mouth for the flood...

'EWWWW!' was her first thought when his seed splashed onto her tongue and attacked her taste-buds -- and her mouth curled to reject it.

But Toby reacted instinctively with an imperative injunction -- and Alyssa stopped working up to spit and started milking him for more! Suddenly, it wasn't so bad -- sort of meaty, even -- and she understood deeply why she couldn't POSSIBLY spill a drop!

Toby grunted as he emptied himself and enjoyed the suction of her thick lips as she milked him -- but he came back rather quickly, and was bothered by what he had done to her in the heat of the moment. On the other hand, was undoing it wise? Maybe not; if she rejected Damian, for instance, after taking him in... Toby entered the black girl's mind to see exactly what he'd done; he could see what was there now, but the previous contents were gone as if they had never been written on her psyche. He remembered what he'd gotten in that flash from her, though, so he tried to disassemble the components of the experience and see what he could return to her. Already, he knew that he had instinctively moderated the initial override flash he'd given her -- if he hadn't, she would have ended up addicted to cum. Now, he had to decide how far to take her back.

It appeared that surprise had been a major component of the flash of distaste she had generated; the taste had been surprising, as well as the consistency and the pulsating delivery. None of it was that serious, so Toby backed off his imperative to the point of allowing her to make her own decisions regarding the flavor -- while holding it in a generally favorable light. The understanding of the male viewpoint on such things he left untouched, however; it would stand her in good stead. Finally, he stood and extracted his cock from her suckling lips.

Beth had seen the initial reaction, and feared the worst; Damian would beat Alyssa for sure! But then Alyssa had settled down, and all appeared to be well. But Toby had just hovered there, over her, and she had continued to suckle mindlessly for the longest time... Relief flooded her when the pair returned to something resembling normal.

Damian saw it, too -- one look and Toby knew it. He headed over to talk to his friend.

"What happened?" Damian asked, under his breath. "You get in her head?"

Toby nodded. "I was helping her learn. When I started to shoot, she freaked -- and I wasn't in any mood to put up with anything. It was instinctive -- I quelled it. I was cumming, so conscious thought didn't really enter into it -- I just overrode her reaction. Then I felt bad, so I went back to repair the damage..."

"Is she busted? Either way?" Damian asked.

"No, she'll be fine. And she's had that stuck-up crap pretty well shaken out of her."

"Good," Damian nodded. "Think she can go again? I want her dealing with it, getting used to being a slut -- think we can double up on her?"