The Assignment 4 (11 page)

“You belong to me,” Wolf kept saying. As his arm began to tire, his insults became more and more insulting. “Pig. Worm. Worthless dog.”

Lacey held fast. By the time Wolf stopped spanking her ass with his firm, rigid palm, he was almost crying himself. He’d completely lost his composure. His face was red. There was a sheen of sweat on his brow.

“Say that you’re a filthy slut,” he panted, “and say that you’re mine.”

Lacey said nothing. Her butt was burning. She felt as if it was literally on fire. Her eyes were filled with tears, smudging her makeup.

“Get off this couch,” Wolf said to her. He pushed her forcefully from it. She stood next to him and waited for whatever was going to happen next.

“You still won’t admit it?” he said. “You still won’t admit that you belong to me?”

Lacey said nothing.

“Bitch,” Wolf said, “but I’m not done with you yet. I’ll have you saying what I want you to say.”

Lacey stood by the sofa, her butt burning. She wondered what Wolf could possibly have in store for her.

“Stop standing there like an idiot and lick my cock,” he said.

His pants were still open and Lacey got back down on her hands and knees and pulled his flaccid cock from his pants. It was small and soft and white. She began licking it as she had done before, touching it tentatively like a cat lapping a dish of milk.

Wolf pulled a phone from his pocket and called someone. Lacey’s heart stopped when she heard who it was.

“Lally, it’s me, Wolf. Can you come over? I need your help breaking a bitch.”

XI

L
ACEY WAITED NERVOUSLY BY THE
windows. Wolf had left the room. Lally was on his way over. She was terrified. This really might be the end of her entire assignment. It would be too much of a coincidence for Lally when he saw her there. He would wonder what the hell she was doing. There was no way he would believe that she was an old riding friend of Claire’s.

How had she gotten herself into this position? It was a disaster. She wondered if there was any way out of it. She should have given in to Wolf when she still had the chance. She should have told him what he’d wanted to hear. Why had she been so stubborn? She’d thought she was being loyal to Jason. She’d thought she was doing the right thing. Now she realized that she might have ruined everything. If Lally suspected that she was up to something, that would be the end of the entire thing. She’d be out. The story would be over. And her friends, the girls who had trusted her, Chloe and Claire, possibly Claudia, would all be in serious trouble. Even Gretchen and Sandra could be in danger.

She realized that the deeper she got into the story, the more information she got and the closer she got to finding out exactly what was going on, the higher the stakes got.

She wished terribly that she would have given in to Wolf and told him what he’d wanted to hear. She should have said anything, whatever he wanted. What did it matter? What difference did it make? How could she even pretend that she was being loyal to Jason while fucking these other men? But there was something in her, some thread of love between her and Jason, that wouldn’t let her say to Wolf what he wanted to hear. It was as if she was trying to hold on to whatever shred of dignity and self-worth she had left, as if that would somehow make her worthy of pursuing a real relationship with Jason.

*

W
HEN WOLF RETURNED TO THE
room, Lally was standing next to him.

“Well, well, well,” Lally said, shaking his head.

This was it. The game was up.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Lacey looked at him. She was standing close to the sofa. She had no clothes on at all.

“Answer me, bitch,” Lally said.

“Claire asked me to come over.”

“Why the fuck would Claire invite you here? You’re a whore.”

“I’m an old friend of hers. We rode horses together in Montana. That was before.”

“Before what?” Lally said.

“Before I became desperate.”

Wolf was mixing some drinks by the bar and came over to Lally with a glass, clinking with ice and liquor.

“Before you became desperate, you were friends with Claire?”

“Yes.”

“And does she know what you are now?”

“Yes,” Lacey said.

“Then why the hell did she invite you over?”

Lacey didn’t know what to say. The words caught in her throat.

Wolf spoke up. “Claire invited her here to seduce me. She wanted this slut to fuck me so that she wouldn’t have to perform her matrimonial duties.”

“Why, that little bitch,” Lally said.

Wolf nodded.

“I’ll discipline her for you,” Lally said.

This was a disaster. Not only was Lacey in for some awful punishment with these two beasts, but it looked like Claire was going to suffer too.

“No,” Wolf said. “She’s my wife now. It’s my responsibility to keep her in line.”

“Are you sure?” Lally said. “It wouldn’t be the first time I took my belt to her.”

“I’m sure,” Wolf said. “She’s mine. I’ll discipline her.”

Lacey was sickened by the way they were talking about Claire. She couldn’t believe the way Lally spoke of her. If that was how fathers spoke of their daughters then she was glad she didn’t have one.

“Then why have you called me over here?” Lally said, eyeing Lacey with a cruel grin.

“Because of this one,” Wolf said, indicating Lacey with a nod of his head.

Lally looked at her. “What’s the problem?”

Wolf was shaking his head. “I just can’t get the bitch to admit she’s mine. I don’t know why she’s being so stubborn. She’s a fucking whore.” He laughed, but there was an uneasiness to it. He was feeling insecure, his manhood was threatened. Lacey could feel it. His own wife had ordered him a whore, that was a humiliating rejection that he was having trouble dealing with.

Lally was shaking his head, as if this was something he was used to having to deal with, as if it was something that greatly upset him. Lacey wasn’t sure why it had become such an issue. She should have just told Wolf what he’d wanted to hear. And Wolf shouldn’t have cared about it so much either. But she knew that each of them had their own reason for being stubborn on the point, and now she was going to pay for it.

“Have you tried spanking her?” Lally said.

“I spanked her till her butt turned pink,” Wolf said. “My arm tired. My hand was burning, for Christ’s sake.”

“I see,” Lally said. He walked up to Lacey. “So, the whore who keeps showing up,” he said.

Lacey nodded. “And now I find out your my daughter’s old friend.”

Lacey looked at him levelly.

“Well, we’ll get you in line soon enough.” Lally turned to Wolf. “I’ve seen this in whores before,” he said. “They get feelings of self-worth, they grow attached to some boy in their real life, whatever, and all of a sudden they stop telling you what you want to hear.”

Wolf nodded. He still looked dejected, as if he was thinking more about Claire than Lacey. It wasn’t Lacey that he wanted, it was Claire. All of his insistence that Lacey admit she belonged to him was really just a transference of what he wanted his wife to say. He wanted Claire, not Lacey, but that was no help to her now.

“Don’t worry,” Lally said. “If you can beat it out of them soon enough you can save them. I’d hate to have to throw away such a good whore,” he said, turning to Lacey, “just because she was letting her feelings get in the way of doing her job.”

Lacey wanted to ask him what he thought her job was. She wanted to ask him if abusing and humiliating and hurting whores was what was supposed to happen but she knew that she couldn’t. It would only make things worse.

Lally opened his belt and let his pants fall down around his ankles. Lacey looked at his pale, pasty legs, the curly wires of black hair growing from his thighs, and tried to tell herself that she could get through this. Whatever Lally did to her, she could get through it. As long as she stayed true to herself and to her feelings for Jason, she would be alright.

Lally sat on the couch. “Get your pants off, Wolf,” he said.

Wolf took off his pants and Lacey was presented with the same view she’d just had of Lally. Wolf was more tanned than Lally, there was less of a pasty look to his skin, but he had the same old look to his muscles and his limp penis.

“Which side do you want?” Lally said to Wolf.

“What?”

“Front or back?”

“Oh,” Wolf said. He looked at Lally lasciviously, trying to decide which side of her he would like to fuck. “Turn around, slut.”

Lacey turned and faced the windows.

“Oh, my,” Lally said. “You really have been spanking her. Look at that ass. Nice work.”

Lacey felt humiliated. She knew her ass was bright pink from the cruel spanking Wolf had given her.

“Thank you,” Wolf said, as if they were discussing a piece of carpentry that he’d done. “I’ll take the ass,” he said.

“Perfect,” Lally said.

He got up from the couch and sat on the arm of it. This put him at a higher level which would make it easier for Wolf to fuck her ass while he fucked her pussy.

“Come and straddle me, bitch,” he said.

Lacey walked over to him. He was leaning on the arm of the sofa, his weight resting on it, and she stepped over him so that she was straddling him. His penis began to come alive. She could see it twitch now that her naked flesh was so close to it. It was as if there was radar in it that could sense her proximity.

“We’re going to fuck you till you tell us what we want to hear,” Lally said to her. “Do you understand? Do you understand that, whore? You’re job is to do whatever we say. You’re the whore. We own you. Do you understand?”

His awful face was just inches from hers. She could see all the details of his features. The thin lines around his eyes, the gray tufts of stubble on his cheeks, the hairs on his dark, bushy eyebrows. She didn’t answer him.

“Come on over,” Lally said to Wolf.

Lacey could feel Wolf’s body against her back. His bare cock and groin brushed against her poor, punished ass. She felt like crying. How was this happening to her? How had she gotten here? She was going through all of this just to get some information from Claire. She prayed Claire would give her enough to make it all worthwhile. And she prayed that she could remain true to Jason through all of it.

Wolf had his bottle of lotion and she could feel him slapping it onto her in thick strokes. She felt like an animal that was being prepared for some horrible procedure. The way they treated her, the way they treated the act of sex, disgusted her. If only they knew how a woman should be treated? But that was too much to ask from men like these.

“Rub some of that lotion on my cock,” Lally said to her.

She took some of the lotion from her own butt and began rubbing it gently into Lally’s penis. He began stiffening up. She figured that she might as well try to make the best of this terrible situation and get the two men off as quickly as possible. That was the only way she was going to get through it.

“Oh,” Wolf said, laughing, “by the way, the whore’s not even charging for her services tonight.”

“What?”

“She’s doing this as a favor to Claire!”

Lally laughed in her face. He was a brute.

“You are a dirty slut, aren’t you?” he said.

He pulled her onto him, his large hands holding her by the hips. His stiff cock slid right into her pussy, a shock of sensation rushing through her body. She was so lubed up that they would have no trouble at all slipping in and out of her.

“Now you,” Lally said to Wolf.

Lacey gasped. With Lally’s ripe, hard cock still fully inserted in her pussy, Wolf took a hold of her breasts from behind and then pulled himself up into her anus, filling her rectum with his pulsing, throbbing cock.

“Oh, that’s good isn’t it?” Wolf said.

Lacey said nothing.

Lally stuck out his tongue and began licking her mouth and lips, then he inserted his tongue all the way into her mouth and began massaging it against her tongue. At the same time he began moving her by the hips, sliding her up and down on his rigid erection. Behind her, Wolf began to thrust back and forth, his cock sliding smoothly all the way into the depths of her rectum, almost reaching the same place deep inside her that Lally’s cock was reaching. Lacey cried out.

“That’s it, bitch,” Wolf said from behind her. With Lally slobbering all over her mouth, Wolf began licking the back of her neck. He licked her ear and whispered into it, “Say it. Say that you belong to me.”

Lacey said nothing. She stood firm. She promised herself that she would not give in. She belonged to Jason and no one else.

Both penises thrust deeply into her, right to the center of her body, and then pulled out. They rushed into her simultaneously, piercing her to her core. The sensation, humiliation and pleasure and fear all mixed up, pulsed from the very depths of her body and filled her nerves with a heat that was almost unbearable.

“Say it,” Wolf kept panting into her ear as the two men fucked her, again and again and again like two machines that had been designed for her torture. “Say it, bitch.”

She said nothing. She remained silent apart from the sporadic moans and cries that escaped from her without her control. Her eyes filled with tears. She found herself looking directly into Lally’s awful, lustful face as the fucking continued. Both of her orifices were filled with so much sensation that she could hardly bare it. She thought she might faint. There was so much lotion all over her ass and vagina that the two men were able to slip in and out of her like engines running at full power.

She looked into Lally’s eyes. There was a cruelty in them that was undeniable. He was an animal, a monster. The way he was looking at her, the way his smile curled at the edges, told her that there was something bordering on evil. He looked at her as if he was looking right into her soul. Then it was right then that she felt it, a shudder of ecstasy surging through her groin. It was too much. There was too much sensation rushing through her nerves. She couldn’t tolerate it. She couldn’t resist it. The pleasure was overwhelming. She didn’t want to feel pleasure. She would have preferred anything else. She would have preferred Wolf to have spanked her till her butt cheeks bled. This was the worst possible outcome. It was the most humiliating. She knew that if she orgasmed they would know it, and they would have defeated her. An orgasm would be an admission of defeat. It would be her admission that they owned her like they said they did. They would own her as completely and totally as any man could possess a woman.