Chapter 15

Things had started coming in to fulfill Lon's grand plan, so it was time to reveal things to Sally. He could have surprised her, but he wanted her to have time to think about it, knowing it would work on her. When Sally entered his room, nude, he smiled and pointed at the bed.

"How do you want me?" Sally asked. If Lon wanted sex, he was going to get it...

"Just sit, for now," Lon instructed. "I've decided how I'm going to keep you from being promiscuous."

Sally blinked. "Master, just telling me not to is enough..."

"Not for others," Lon replied. "Maybe for you, but in the heat of the moment? Your pussy is MINE -- and I want guarantees. So I've decided to do this..." He presented a picture that he'd gotten from a website.

It was a picture of a bald pussy -- but that was just the basics. The pussy was pierced by eight rings in the chubby outer labia, four on either side. The long shackle of a lock passed though the piercings; the base of the lock sat over the clitoris, and the shackle was obviously shaped specifically for the purpose, as it was bent to conform to the shape of the woman's pudenda. "Doesn't that hurt?" Sally asked, appalled.

"Not once the piercings heal," Lon replied, "but that can take a while. According to my research, if the piercings do not get infected, they'll be fine in two to three months -- and only mildly irritating until then. And as bad as it looks, the actual procedure isn't too painful, either." He paused. "I'm thinking that four rings is enough, rather than eight -- but we might do an additional piercing or two to increase your pleasure at some point." He paused again, eyeing her. "What do you think?"

"Do I have to?" Sally asked diffidently.

"If you want me to keep you, yes," Lon replied.

Sally was horrified -- and thrilled. On one hand, the modifications Lon wanted would no doubt be painful and inconvenient -- she could envision issues all the way up to life-threatening. On the other hand, this was OWNERSHIP -- a clear statement that she was HIS, in no uncertain terms! THAT was what she wanted most -- and wearing that lock was a clearer statement of Lon's claim on her than a wedding ring would be! These thoughts flew through her head while she stared at the picture in her hand. Okay," she said, finally. "When?"

"When I have all of the necessary equipment," Lon replied. "I am going to do this -- I'm not taking you to some tattoo artist who does this as a sideline. I'm reading all about it on the Web." He eyed her. "You have until I get everything to back out."

'Is this a test?' Sally wondered. 'Does it matter?' "I will be ready. Who will have the keys?"

"You won't," Lon replied. "I will. And Mama, I think -- in case of emergency. Also for female issues -- I realize that this will be a hassle sometimes. You'll be able to pee, obviously, but you'll probably have to wear pads -- or coordinate with me or Mama about tampons." He handed her a printout. "These are the cleaning and care instructions for the piercings -- they're not difficult. This is maybe a little extreme, but it's not insane. The lock is specially made for this and hypo-allergenic."

Sally looked it over -- and Lon was right. The piercings were going to be mildly painful going in and might be a little painful during the healing process, but primarily the issue might be irritation -- but then, Lon didn't want her wearing panties, anyway, so with a skirt, there would be fewer clothing issues. "This looks pretty simple," she admitted.

"Good, then it's all settled. I'll let you know when I'm ready." Lon changed the subject, "You know we're going to be doing Rain Man's mother and sister tomorrow, right?"

"Yes."

"I'm supposed to help with Rain Man's mother. What do you think of that?"

"It's... okay... I mean, that's how it's going to be, anyway, right?" Sally replied.

"Yeah, you're right," Lon agreed. "Are you jealous?"

"Well, ummm, she's older..." What did he want to hear?

"So you're not terribly worried, huh?" Lon prompted.

"Well, no, Master," Sally replied. "Besides, you have this thing about blacks..."

"What if it doesn't apply to girls?" Lon replied. "What about the young chicks?"

"What do you want me to say, Master?" Sally begged.

"I want the truth. If I fuck another woman, does it hurt you? Are you jealous?" Lon demanded.

"I worry, Master. I do not want to be replaced."

"And beyond that?" Lon demanded.

Sally shrugged. "I've always had to share. You told me that going in."

"What if you were, say, third in line?" Lon asked.

"Would I still be yours?"

"Yes."

Sally looked down. "I would try very hard to be first."

"These things are my decision. I wouldn't want you hurting another girl because I decided to put her above you in the pecking order," Lon insisted.

"I understand. Only you can decide such things." Sally continued to avert her eyes.

Lon smiled. He couldn't say what he WANTED to say -- that she was never going to be replaced -- because it would undo what he was trying to accomplish. But he could caress her cheek...

Sally eyed him sidelong through her hair and smiled; Lon pushed her back on the bed and crawled atop her, kissing and fondling.

They played for a while, wrestling and necking; sex wasn't the end result, even though it was a part of things. After about thirty minutes, Lon said, "Let's go downstairs and check out the booths." They headed downstairs. Lon pointed out the booths, "What do you think?"

"Not bad from the outside," Sally replied.

"Look inside. Do the center one," Lon directed.

Sally went inside the booth. There was a light switch beside the door; she flicked it on. "Why is it so big -- and why the chair?"

"We thought that some people might need a coach -- or someone to urge them to greater effort," Lon grinned. "Maybe even someone to have sex with while sucking."

Sally nodded. Glancing up at Lon, she knelt and examined the hole covers. "Three heights?"

Lon shrugged. "The wrong one could be uncomfortable..." He turned and went outside, closing the door behind him and throwing the outside bolt.

Sally jumped up immediately and tried the door. "Master!"

"Open a hole," Lon directed. "Try it. You're not coming out until I cum. Better make sure that isn't Tuesday..."

"Oh!" Sally ran back and knelt, opening the top hole. "Is this one all right?"

Lon bellied up to the wall. "No. Better do the middle one."

Sally switched holes. "How is this, Master?"

Lon tested it. "Yes, this one is good." He just stood there.

"Are you going to stick it in?" Sally asked.

"Beg me."

"Master, please stick your cock through the hole so I can suck it."

"You can do better than that," Lon chided. "I think Mama is calling me to supper..."

"No, no! Master, please stick that big, beautiful cock of your through the hole so I can love it with my mouth! Please? My mouth wants it sooo bad!"

"That's better..." Lon unzipped and lowered his jeans to his knees. Sticking his cock through, he admonished, "Do a good job -- you don't want to sleep in there tonight!"

"Oh, yes, Master!" Sally smiled as she gripped his shaft and leaned up to envelope his cock. "Can I pull your balls through?"

"Go ahead." 'God, what a sweet mouth!' Lon thought.

Sally made love to Lon's cock. She nursed on it and laved it with her tongue and jacked it and deep-throated it while fondling his balls. This was a novel situation -- only the sounds he made told her how she was doing -- that and the added firmness as he approached his orgasm. She had a couple of false starts, but eventually, Lon started groaning in a way that told her that he was close. Sally worked his glans and the sensitive frenum area with her lips and tongue, bobbing rapidly until Lon stiffened and his cock began to pulse and flood her mouth. She took in his seed and swallowed it, milking him gently and sucking the product away. "Was that good, Master?"

"Very!" Lon admitted. "I guess you can come out." He pulled his jeans back up and undid the bolt. "You didn't mess things up in there, did you? You didn't spit..."

"Oh, no, Master! Your seed?" Sally rubbed her belly grinning. "I swallowed it."

Lon leaned in and kissed her neck. "When does your mother expect you?"

"I don't think we set a time."

"Let's go get your clothes. We'll go out for a burger," Lon suggested. Sally smiled, nodding happily. This was a particularly welcome type of thing, because it meant that he didn't mind being seen in public with her -- and it allowed her to be on display with him, publicizing their relationship. Life was good...

"Um, Master -- is that paint?" Sally pointed at his shirt.

"Damn!" Lon shook his head, laughing. He'd forgotten that the walls might not be totally dry! There were paint marks on his chest... "Guess I'll have to change shirts..." He took a look at the wall, but it was okay. "Come on, then. That's what I get..."

Randy got home to find Alyssa waiting out front. "You know, you can't keep her away from me forever," she sneered.

"I don't have to," Randy replied. "I was waiting for something to happen and it has. I'm taking her somewhere tomorrow morning, but by afternoon, things will be fixed, as far as you're concerned."

"Yeah, right!" 'What the fuck? What could he possibly have...' The dog didn't count -- Alyssa could defuse that with Mama; the girls counted even less. Besides, it was all hearsay -- he couldn't PROVE anything... "You got nothing..."

"I got you wondering..." Randy's grin was malicious. "Why don't you come with us? I really won't care... Bring a bathing suit -- there's a pool there." He led Brie off, Brie grinned at her sister over her shoulder.

When they were out of sight, Brie said, "Is this safe?"

"Nothing's safe -- but I don't know an easier way to get her out of the house, do you?"

Brie snickered. "No."

"I'm not sure I want you there for the big game," Rand grunted. "It's gonna get ugly, probably. Plan on hanging out at the pool with Sally again."

Brie shrugged, "Okay, but I think it would be fun to watch."

"Regular sex, maybe. But this whole deal will be kinda charged. You're too young -- I don't want you scarred for life," Randy replied. "Go get your GameBoy -- you can hang out in my room until bedtime." Brie skittered off.

All went well that night; by the time she could have, Alyssa had talked herself out of bothering Brie -- primarily out of laziness, but secondarily because she didn't want another run-in with the new Randy...

Sunday morning, the Carters showed up at Toby's at eight-thirty. Toby had the CDs ready. "Both contain scenes for both women," Toby explained, "It's just simpler that way. Adele might need to see Alyssa in action at some point to keep from freaking out over her piece."

Louise nodded. "Good idea."

Beth surfaced some silk half-hoods -- masks that came down to nose level and tied off behind like a scarf, "I have these -- for me and Toby, and probably Lon..."

Damian nodded. "Mama and Terence and I are probably not disguisable. They know us. Got anything that would fix Alyssa up as being totally blind?"

"Sure." Beth went digging in her toy box and pulled the leather hood with the removable blinders. "Want some cuffs or binders?"

"I think we ought to haul a lot of that stuff over to Lon's," Damian opined. "That's where most of the shit is gonna go down, now."

Beth nodded. "Let me grab a few things." Five minutes later, she had a gym bag stuffed with goodies and was carrying a short whip and some canes. "This should do for a start," she said. "Did you guys put in any attachment points?"

"We needed an expert opinion," Toby related. "Maybe today..." Beth nodded.

"Let's hit the street," Terence grunted. "It's starting to get late."

Lon was picking up Sally; Candace was again staying out of sight, unless needed. Primarily, she was doing snacks in the kitchen for the crew that would be on-site and standing by in case help of some type was required, trying to preserve the cell structure -- not that it was currently stable. When the Carters and the Tollivers arrived and Lon returned with Sally, they convened in the playroom -- the new name for the rec room. Beth handed Candace a half-hood, "Here. You won't have to hide wearing this. Brie and Alyssa can see you in it and if we need you, you'll still be anonymous."

Candace eyed the half-hood sidelong, "There goes my hairdo."

"They're surprisingly comfortable," Beth insisted blandly.

"Got any, like, bags?" Damian asked. He was on the phone with Randy, making final arrangements.

"Yes."

"We'll need 'em. We're gonna pick 'em up in the van a couple of blocks from Rain Man's. Cool?"

"That's fine." Beth nodded.

"I'll drive, so we don't look like we're goin' to a bank robbery." Everyone laughed. "Let's do it." He headed for the stairway. Beth snatched a felt sack and a pair of handcuffs from her bag of tricks and followed. Toby took up the rear.

"We're goin'!" Randy yelled.

"Okay!" Adele called from her bedroom. This was her only day off, and she was pleased with Randy that he and Brie were headed out to give her peace... Maybe Dirk would be helpful... But, of course, Alyssa was still in the house...

Randy stuck his head in Alyssa's door. "We're out of here -- unless you want to go along." His eyes challenged. Brie stood behind him, grinning, a towel over her shoulder.

"Let me get into my shorts," Alyssa growled. "You're not in THAT big a hurry..." She was already in a bikini.

"Hey, I thought you might want to slink along behind us, like a spy," Randy laughed.

"No, you're talking shit -- so I'm gonna feed it to you!" Alyssa replied. "I wouldn't miss it!" She zipped up her jean shorts and snatched a towel off the bed. Struggling her way into a tank top, she yelled, "Mama, I'm going, too!"

Adele, relieved, yelled back, "Okay, have a good time!" She rolled over, deciding to get in a quick nap. They would be hours; plenty of time for her to chase down Dirk...

Randy led them out and down the block, then around the corner as if he was headed for the Carter's -- but a block down, he stopped on the corner. "Why are we standing here?" Alyssa demanded.

"It's a ride, where we're going," Randy replied, unruffled. "We're getting picked up." As he said that, a minivan rounded the corner at the other end of the block and closed on them. When it stopped in front of them, Randy grunted, "Everybody inside..." The sliding door slid open and Randy waved Alyssa in.

"Hey, Randy, Alyssa, Brie," Damian, behind the wheel, greeted them.

Alyssa, watching Damian, missed the passengers in the third row as she climbed inside. Brie didn't, but she followed, anyway, settling herself and reaching for a seatbelt as if everything was perfectly normal and you rode around with masked people in the back seat all the time... Randy got in the front.

Beth waited until the doors were closed and the van was moving before neatly dropping the bag she was holding over Alyssa's head and pulling the strings that cinched it tight around her neck. There was a good second and a half of silence before Alyssa shrieked in surprise. "Oh, shut up, Sissy," Randy said mildly, "I've had about enough of your shit!" In the meantime, Beth pushed Alyssa forward; her hands came up and Toby grabbed one and clamped a handcuff on it, then wrestled it behind her. Beth caught the other and did the same and Alyssa was handcuffed in no time. Beth put a hand over Alyssa's mouth to muffle the noises.

Brie surprised everyone present by exclaiming, "Jeezus, Sissy! Nobody's gonna kill ya! Pipe down! We're just going somewhere secret, that's all!"

Alyssa stopped trying to bite Beth's hand through the bag. After a cautious couple of seconds, Beth released her mouth. "What the Hell is going on?" Alyssa ranted.

"We're going to a secret clubhouse, you moron!" Brie replied. "You're not a member yet, so you can't see where it is!"

"You guys could have told me!" Alyssa ranted.

"Nah. You'd have gotten stupid," Randy replied.

"I don't need handcuffs!"

"That keeps you from doing the bag," Randy replied, unruffled. "Relax, Sissy -- nothing is hurt but your pride." He punched Brie on the shoulder, gently, his grin expressing approval for her quick thinking.

"What's so secret?" Alyssa demanded.

"I'm sure we'll get a chance to tell you ALL about it, when we get there," Randy replied. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride!"

"I can't breathe in here!" Alyssa complained.

"You can yell loud enough to break everybody's eardrums!" Randy retorted, "and you haven't shut up since you got in! That shit takes air!" He paused for a moment, then said, "Sit back and settle down, and maybe we can loosen it a little." After a moment, Alyssa flounced back; a moment later, Beth reached forward and loosened the drawstrings -- not enough for Alyssa to flip forward and dump off the bag, but certainly enough for her to get plenty of air.

"Who else is in here?" Alyssa demanded.

"If we wanted you to know that, there would have been introductions," Randy grunted. "If we could have got away with it, you wouldn't have seen ANYBODY, but that's life..."

"Well, I saw Damian..."

"And you'll be seein' a lot more of me, too!" Damian interjected, "So get used to it!"

"Huh! You think! I know all about you..." Alyssa snapped.

"And I know all about YOU," Damian retorted. "Think about THAT!"

It suddenly dawned on Alyssa that outsiders didn't necessarily have to have evidence to cause her trouble. "Randy! What have you told him?"

Randy laughed. "Absolutely nothing!"

"Then..."

"Why don't you stew a while? You'll get your questions answered when we get where we're going," Randy interrupted.

"I need to know NOW!" Alyssa insisted.

"No you don't," Randy replied. "Now shut up or I'll ask 'em to shut off your air until you DO get fucking quiet!"

Alyssa subsided to the point of mumbling under her breath; Randy shrugged and turned away. For now, that was probably the best they could expect from his bitch of a sister...

Alyssa sat fuming. This was bad; apparently, Damian knew something he shouldn't. And he could talk. And he didn't really NEED evidence to back it all up to smear her, but good! At some point, he was going to want something -- and Alyssa was going to have to decide whether he was going to get it or not. The lesbian thing was survivable; people were busy guessing that, anyway, so it wasn't REALLY a weapon to be used against her. But Dirk? THAT would be ugly... THAT was illegal, even! She could bluff, though; they wouldn't be able to prove anything. She might not get away totally unscathed, but she could probably get it under control, some way...

Alyssa was still thinking dark brown thoughts when the van pulled into the Carpenter's garage. Brie opened the door and hopped out, "C'mon, Sissy! We're here! Wait for Big Brother to help you out..."

"Get your head down," Randy grated when Alyssa got up from the seat, "You don't want to bash it." He took her right side and Damian took her left, holding her upper arms so she wouldn't fall. "Step down."

"If you'd undo this mess..." Alyssa grated.

"Yeah, yeah." Randy wasn't getting into it with her. He and Damian led her into the house and down the inside stairwell to the playroom. "We need to get the side door under cover," Randy grunted as they led her down the staircase, "This going through the house thing won't fly all the time."

Damian nodded. "Well, there's a privacy fence. We could probably have parked different and gone alongside the house okay." Randy nodded.

At the foot of the stairs, Damian removed the bag from Alyssa's head with a flourish. "Welcome to the playroom!"

Alyssa looked around. "Very nice," she said sourly.

Randy caught Brie's eye and nodded toward the stairs, "Cheesecake..."

"I know. I saw..." Her big brother's finger at his lips reminded her, so she shut up before mentioning Sally's name. Nodding obediently, she headed back upstairs.

"I thought there was a pool?" Alyssa bitched. "And who the Hell are they?" She nodded at Beth, Toby, and Lon, who were all standing by, masked.

"They're witnesses," Damian replied. "They're here to let you know that there are people in the group who know shit about you that you can't put a name to."

This sounded bad. How far was it going to go? Alyssa started losing confidence.

"Okay," Lon said. "Things are under control here, so I'm taking the other team out."

"Cool." Damian nodded. "Good hunting." Lon waved and headed upstairs. Damian turned his attention to Alyssa. "This is an all-season place," he grunted. "Yeah, there's a pool -- but I don't know if you're gonna see it today. We need to set some ground rules, first."

"Like what?" Alyssa's tone was still far from polite.

"Like where you stand, for one thing," Damian replied. "You ain't Queen Shit, here -- in fact, when I look around..." He proceeded to do so, "You're on the bottom of the totem pole."

"I came here to swim, not be insulted!" Alyssa snapped.

"Well, you're gonna get a damned sight more than that!" Damian snapped back.

Alyssa turned to Randy. "Are you just gonna stand there..."

Randy nodded. "Pretty much. This is Damian's show -- and theirs." He pointed to Beth and Toby. "I'm just here to let you know where I stand."

"Got anything a little less confining?" Damian asked Beth. "I want her limited, but we could move it to the front, and maybe let her move her hands some."

"I have just the thing," Beth replied and went to her goodie bag. Out popped a pair of leather wrist binders and a short length of chain. "How's this?"

"Cool." Damian turned his attention to Alyssa. "Hold still."

"I thought this crap was just for the ride?" Alyssa whined.

"Brie lied."

Alyssa shut up. Damian seemed to own the situation. She held still while the woman put the leather cuffs on her, then attached the chain to one before uncuffing her. "Be a good girl and give me the hand around front..." Beth admonished.

"Or you'll what?" Alyssa sneered.

Beth whipped the wrist she was holding up into a hammerlock and proceeded to make it painful. "Or I'll make you wish you had!"

"Okay, okay! Damn!" Alyssa could scratch the back of her neck, and the position brought tears to her eyes. Beth jerked the arm up one more time, then brought it around and collected the other wrist. "That was mean!" Alyssa whined.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Damian barked. "You haven't said anything pleasant since we picked you up -- and you need an attitude adjustment. You're gonna learn to be REAL DAMNED polite before you leave here..."

"Yeah, right," Alyssa grunted under her breath.

Damian refused to be drawn. "One of the nice things we have around here is this nice big TV and this DVD player. I thought we'd sit and watch a movie... Go sit on the couch!" he barked.

Alyssa knew she didn't have a choice, so she did as she was told, her expression making it plain what she thought of the whole thing. Damian plopped on the far side of the couch and clicked the remote a couple of times. The TV fired up, then the DVD player's splash screen came up -- and then a simple menu with some dates and times and other letters appeared. Damian hunted a bit and picked a scene.

Alyssa was only vaguely ready for the footage of her settling her twat over Maddie Reyes' contorted face. 'Oh, SHIT!' she thought, turning her head to face Damian, speechless.

Damian appeared unruffled. "No sound, but a picture is worth a thousand words, don't you think?"

'Get a grip on yourself...' This was bad, but it wasn't the worst thing. "Hey, people know I like girls."

"Well, that's pretty clear, sort of. I'm not sure that's all there is to it, though," Damian. "Maybe you just haven't given guys a chance..."

"Well, YOU won't be the first!" Alyssa sparked.

Damian just shook his head. They sat and watched until little Maddie's tongue brought her off on screen. "You cum pretty good," he commented. Toby had come around a sat on the couch arm next to Alyssa, and Beth had settled similarly next to Damian. It was pretty embarrassing, all in all. Still, she was right; people knew -- or thought they did -- that she was into girls.

"You know, I noticed you don't eat pussy -- you just get eaten," Damian mused. "I wonder how you can get away with that -- must be pretty tasty, huh?"

"You'll never know," Alyssa retorted scornfully.

"I see we've got a long day ahead of us," Toby observed tonelessly.

Damian clicked back to the menu screen and picked the previous scene. "I'm thinking that this has something to do with it," he mused. On screen, Dirk was slurping Maddie's little pussy like mad -- and Maddie was obviously loving it. They sat through the whole period up to and including an obviously impassioned orgasm. When it was over, Damian mused, "Yeah, I figure you pimping dogs has to have a lot to do with it. We kinda figured out what was up when Dirk took after everything in a skirt..."

NOW, Alyssa was worried! Still, if she handled it properly... "Okay, so, some of my friends are into doggie tongues. Too bad for them. What does that have to do with me?"

Damian didn't say a word -- he merely cued the previous chapter. There Alyssa was, in all her glory, holding Dirk at the knot while he jammed his veiny, pink cock in and out of her pussy. Damian let the whole scene play out; Dirk humped her for a couple of minutes, runny dog-cum spraying everywhere, then he backed out and she had to collect him again for a second pass. She watched her face contort in orgasm, and she knew that she was done for...

When it was over, Damian observed, "It looks like you like more than doggy tongue, there, Alyssa. That looked like a dick to me. Is that all you've ever had -- doggy dick?"

"Uhhhh..."

"I can't hear you, Alyssa. Randy, can YOU hear her?"

"Nope."

"What about you guys?" Damian waved at Toby and Beth, who shook their heads. "I'm thinking that this is the first time today you're quiet. I wonder why?"

Alyssa swallowed. "Who do you plan to show this?"

"Whoever it takes. We know that showing your mama is a waste of time. By the way, which one of you discovered Dirk first?" Damian grinned like a crocodile.

"Mama," Alyssa managed to croak.

"Doesn't matter, anyway," Damian passed it off. "This would play real good on the net..."

Alyssa turned to her brother, "Randy..."

"Randy didn't do it. I'm not gonna tell you who did," Damian interrupted. "But Randy doesn't approve -- and Brie doesn't approve -- and NOBODY likes your attitude -- so things are gonna change."

"What do you want?" Alyssa licked her lips.

"You," Damian replied. "I own you. WE own you. You got a beef with that?"

"You can't just throw that out on the net..." Alyssa insisted.

"I wonder how long it would take the cops to lock you up," Damian murmured. "And what they would do to you in jail when they found out. I bet you wouldn't be Queen Shit THERE!" Damian's grin was malicious. "I bet you'd end up sucking every skank pussy in the jail!"

Alyssa's eyes started showing whites all around. "I could tell..."

"Who?" Damian retorted. "What? The most you know is that these videos came into my possession. And I'm the only person you know about -- but there are lots more, believe me. You try to take me out and you're done!" He waved at Beth and Toby, "Obviously, THEY know. How many others are there, do you figure?" He leaned over and got in her face, "Hey, why don't you piss somebody off? Won't THAT be fun?" Turning to Beth, he ordered, "Get the hood." Beth got up silently and moved off.

"Hood?" Alyssa managed to warble.

"Hood," Damian replied. "It covers your face -- and your eyes. You'll get a chance to feel, rather than just seeing."

Alyssa swallowed. "Feel what?"

"Dick." Damian sat back. "One of us is gonna fuck you -- and you aren't gonna know which one. Given the way you like doggy dick, if you let yourself go, you're gonna love it. But if you want to be stupid, that's okay, too -- because, you see, we don't give a shit. If one of us -- or any one of a bunch of other guys in the group -- comes in and fucks you, you're gonna make noises like you're loving it -- or else! Got me? Maybe I'll put up a sign on the street and see what it brings in..."

"You wouldn't!"

"Dare me! Go ahead!"

At that moment, the hood dropped over Alyssa's horrified features and the lights went out. Alyssa screamed, and reached up to claw at the hood, but hands grabbed hers and held them down. She opened her mouth again, and someone shoved a rubber ball in it! The thing had a strap running through it, too! Whoever it was held it pressed into her mouth while the laces at the back of the hood were tightened, then Damian said, "You can keep the gag -- but then you can't answer when I ask you how things are going... Make up your mind." He chuckled. "I'd think the ability to answer a question like 'Do you want it up the ass?' might be real important..."

"Gooooo!" Alyssa wailed.

"You wanna talk?"

Alyssa nodded her head vehemently.

"Thought you might." The ball came out. "Now you say 'thank you', real pretty..."

"This is rape!" Alyssa screeched.

"No video, I'm afraid. Tell you what -- you scream rape, and we'll post the video. Think anyone will believe you?" Damian taunted. His voice hardened. "I ain't heard that thank you!"

Damian had an answer for everything -- and they all hung on that video! That video was the ace of spades! The cards she held were worthless -- Mama was caught, too! Probably the girls, too! "What are you going to do about the others?" she croaked.

"They're gonna be right next to you, Slut. You're gonna be like sisters. Except you owe them some tongue rides..." Damian taunted. He waved at the mattresses stacked by the wall. "Okay, I'm gonna back out now, because me and the other guy are gonna flip a coin to see who gets your pussy. If you want to be able to continue talking, I gotta hear that thank you in the next couple of seconds..."

"Thank you!" Alyssa blurted.

"Now, did that hurt? See? You can be cooperative..." Damian waved at Beth. "She's all yours..."

Beth took Alyssa by the chain linking her wrists, "Come here, Sweetie." Alyssa got up, more or less on automatic, and let herself be led across the room. "That hood's not going to come off easily -- even if you can use both hands on it. You'd be surprised how hard it is to undo some knots by feel. In the meantime, you can't see and you don't have a good idea how the room is laid out -- which means you could fall over the furniture and hurt yourself! I'm just pointing this out so you don't make any serious mistakes..."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Alyssa wailed.

"Because you aren't a nice girl. Because you haven't treated anybody nicely in quite a while. Because you've done wrong. And because we can," Beth finished.

"You don't have to!" Alyssa insisted desperately.

"Yes we do," Beth insisted. "You can accept this and benefit from it -- even enjoy it -- or you can continue the way you are. I'm sure we can continue to treat you as a slut who does whatever we say, whenever and to whomever," he voice carried her shrug, "for as long as it takes. Now raise up your arms, Sweetie -- I want to pull that top off."