The Assignment 4 (12 page)

“That’s it,” Lally said, his cock pulsing and throbbing as his body filled it with blood, preparing it for ejaculation.

“That’s it, baby,” Wolf said from behind her, his cock throbbing on the edge of orgasm too.

Lacey imagined what it would feel like, being filled with sperm by both men at the same time. “Oh, God,” she cried out. The thought of it was too much. It was no good. She was a slut. She’d never be fit for a real, loving man. She was a complete whore.

She thought about the two old men that were fucking her and she no longer saw the oldness of them, she no longer saw the decay of the passing years. She saw the power that they had over her. She saw the power that they had over everyone. They owned everything, political parties, businesses, the stock market, the courts, everything. They were like kings. They were even in the process of assembling their own private police force.

And the power, the control over society that these men possessed, it sent an electricity through her vagina that she couldn’t control. They could take women, even stubborn ones like her, women who were determined to make something better of themselves, and reduce them to shivering, shuddering whores.

“Come on,” Wolf said from behind her, nibbling her ear.

The pleasure from her anus as his cock slid in and out of it like a piston began to melt the power and strength that she’d tried to hold on to.

“That’s it,” Lally said, knowing that they were winning. His cock had grown to a prodigious length and was reaching deep into her pussy, throbbing inside her as it approached ejaculation. She pictured both of them, the look on their rich, powerful faces as they simultaneously reached climax. She pictured the tips of their cocks, deep inside her, both of them at the same place in her very core, squirting stream after stream of semen into her poor, weak body.

It was too much. She was a slut. She was a whore.

“Oh, yes,” she cried out.

Lally was smiling, horribly, inches from her face. She knew she had betrayed herself. She knew she had been defeated. He put his mouth on hers and began ramming his tongue into her mouth as rudely and messily as possible. Then he began licking her breasts, slobbering all over her like a dog.

“Come,” Wolf whispered in her ear.

“I’m yours,” she cried out, her body convulsing in electrical surges of orgasmic ecstasy. The pleasure in the muscular ring of her anus, the delight in her swollen, pounded pussy, sent signals to her body that she could never disobey.

“I belong to you,” she cried. Tears were falling down her face. Her body spasmed in violent muscular contractions that she couldn’t control. She orgasmed and as she did she felt first Lally in her pussy, and then Wolf in her rectum, begin to squirt their lethal doses of male power into her poor, defeated body.

“What are you?” Lally said.

“Whose are you?” Wolf said.

As they squirted violent ejaculations of sperm deep into her body, as she collapsed onto Lally’s lap, quivering and spasming like a weak child, she cried out, “I’m yours, I’m all yours.”

XII

“T
HAT’S RIGHT,” WOLF SAID AS
Lacey slid down from Lally’s lap and collapsed onto the couch. She was completely overwhelmed. Her heart was racing. Her body was twitching. She tried to catch her breath.

As she lay there she could feel the semen from both men sliding out of her pussy and anus and down onto her thighs.

“You filthy slut,” Lally said, looking at the semen.

“I’m sorry,” Lacey said and looked around for some tissues or something she could use to wipe herself clean. There was nothing.

“I’m sorry, what?” Lally said.

Lacey wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear but she was through trying to resist them. They had defeated her. She knew that. They had proved that she was the slut they said she was.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she said.

“What are you?” Wolf said.

“I’m a filthy whore, daddy.”

“That’s right. And whose whore are you?”

“I’m yours, daddy,” she said.

He nodded. “Was that so difficult?”

“No, daddy.”

“Do you see what happens when you try to resist?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now clean us up.”

Lacey got onto her knees in front of Wolf and took his softening cock in her mouth and sucked it clean. There was still a little semen on the tip of the penis and she licked it off and swallowed it. Then she did the same to Lally. He had a little semen still on the head of the cock and she licked it off and swallowed it.

“Good girl,” Wolf said. “Now, it’s time for you to go to bed.”

Lacey wondered if they were going to send her home. She wanted to go home but she wasn’t sure if she was in a fit state to navigate her way through the city. She was so overwhelmed with physical sensations and emotional turmoil that she could hardly think straight. The night had been such an ordeal. She knew she should have told Wolf what he wanted to hear, right from the beginning, but she was glad she’d refused. She knew it had done no good, she had failed in the end and they had gotten her to admit what they wanted, but she was glad that at least she’d tried. Even though she had failed, she felt that just offering the resistance was a step in the right direction. She had tried to stand up for herself and for the woman she was trying to become.

“You can sleep with Claire,” Wolf said.

Lacey was surprised. She’d thought he would send her home. She wanted to get out of there. She’d been through more than enough for one night.

“I’ll get you something to wear,” Wolf said as he left the room.

She was alone with Lally. She looked at him from the corner of her eye. She knew not to look at him directly. She loathed that man. The image of his face as he’d orgasmed inside her, as she’d orgasmed, was seared into her memory. She wished she could forget it but she knew she couldn’t. She would remember it forever. Lally had invaded her mind and there would be no way to ever get him out. She hated him for that. She hated him for defiling her thoughts. She thought of the time she and Chloe had masturbated in the sauna and both of them had pictured Lally’s face. That was the violation that she hated him for, the fact that he had gotten into her mind, and into Chloe’s mind, and there would never be the possibility of rooting him out.

“What are you looking at?” Lally said to her. He was slouched on the sofa, enjoying a post-orgasmic bliss. He’d taken a cigar from his pocket and was in the process of cutting it.

Lacey looked away. She knew what she was looking at. She was looking at the man that she was going to take down. She was going to get revenge against him, even if it cost her everything. She was determined.

Wolf came back with a white, silk negligee with fur trim. “Put this on,” he said.

Lacey got into the negligee. It fit her perfectly. She wondered if it belonged to Claire.

“Now go and sleep with my wife,” Wolf said. “You’re both mine, now, and you belong together. Isn’t that right?”

It sickened Lacey to say it. She didn’t belong to him, and she didn’t want to belong to him. She wanted to belong to Jason. But she knew that any resistance was futile.

“Yes, daddy. We both belong to you.”

“And you belong to me, too,” Lally said. “I’m the one who fucking discovered you.”

Lacey followed Wolf down a hallway and up a staircase that led to a massive second floor space that was occupied entirely by Claire’s bedroom. The room was as big as a tennis court, surrounded on all four sides by glass walls overlooking the city in all directions. The lights of the city sparkled as far as she could see like the stars of a galaxy.

In the center of the room was a big, white bed with the same fur trimmings that Lacey’s negligee had.

“That’s where you sleep,” Wolf said and went back down the stairs, probably to enjoy a cigar with Lally.

Lacey hoped he didn’t return. She went over to the bed. Claire wasn’t asleep at all. She was only pretending to be asleep.

She looked up from the bed at Lacey. Lacey noticed that she was wearing an identical white and fur trimmed negligee. Something about that sickened her. It was as if they were wearing uniforms that showed that they were the property of Wolf and Lally.

“I am so sorry,” Claire said, and from the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice Lacey knew that she meant it from the depths of her being. “I had no idea that it would go like that.”

“It’s okay,” Lacey said but her voice cracked as she said it.

“Come here,” Claire said, and opened her arms to take Lacey.

Lacey shook her head but she fell into Claire’s arms and let her hold her. She began to sob, her face nestled into Claire’s soft neck.

“I’m so sorry,” Claire said, over and over.

“It’s not your fault,” Lacey said.

“You’re here because I made you come.”

“You didn’t make me.”

“I never thought my father would be here.”

“Wolf was upset because you’d rejected him.”

“I didn’t reject him.”

“You did. By bringing me here, he felt that you were rejecting him, forcing him to fuck a whore instead of his wife.”

“Oh,” Claire said. “I didn’t think he would realize.”

“He realized. And he was trying to make me say that I belonged to him.”

“And you wouldn’t?”

“I just couldn’t,” Lacey said. “I don’t know why, but something inside me just resisted him. I didn’t want to say that I belonged to him because I wanted to belong to another boy, Jason, who I think I love.”

“Of course,” Claire said. “I understand. I’m so sorry.”

Even as she was saying all this, even as she was feeling her absolute worst, Lacey felt sympathy for Claire. She didn’t blame Claire for what had happened. She realized that this was Claire’s life. Lacey had to tolerate it for one night but Claire had to live it forever. She couldn’t imagine anything so awful.

She gave Claire a soft kiss on the forehead. “Good night, sister,” she said.

As she lay there, in the silk bed, the expensive fur trim surrounding her, she wondered what was going on with the world. What was happening? How had these men created such a terrible place?

She lay on her side, looking out across the room through the windows. She could see Central Park and the lights of the buildings on the far side of it. Behind her, she heard Claire crying quietly. They were like prisoners there. Claire was really like a prisoner.

She reached back and found Claire’s hand and held it. After a few minutes Claire’s crying quietened and she started to breathe more slowly. Lacey could tell she was asleep.

She wished she could fall asleep herself. She had a feeling that she would never be able to sleep in that place. She was too scared that Wolf or Lally was going to come climbing up the stairs at any minute. She truly pitied Claire for having to live here.

She thought about Jason. She felt like it had been forever since she’d seen him. She had enjoyed one night of sheer bliss, of overwhelming and overpowering love, and then she’d been thrust right back into the hell of the world she was living in. She needed to see Jason. She needed to talk to him. She wanted to tell him what had happened, what she had done. She wanted to see if he would still love her after he found out. Would he understand? She had tried to be true to him. Was that enough? She prayed that it would be.

She also wondered what his secrets were. What was his life about? Everything was a mystery. Why did he have the handgun? She knew that there was more to him than the job she’d seen at The Lair. She knew he was up to something. She just prayed that it was nothing dangerous or illegal. She prayed that it was nothing that could get him hurt. She wouldn’t be able to bear that.

XIII

L
ACEY WOKE WITH A START.
It took her a minute to remember where she was. Then the events of the night before came flooding back to her. She reached down and touched her vagina. It was still tender. She gently rubbed her butt. It was still a little sore from the spanking Wolf had given her. She certainly hadn’t imagined it all. It was real. She looked around her. The sun was rising across the park and the sky was a beautiful yellow hue, transitioning to light blue farther up. It was a perfect morning. Light poured into the room.

The bed was deliciously comfortable. The silk and fur were smooth and soft at the same time. She turned and saw Claire lying next to her, looking at her.

“Good morning,” Claire said, softly.

Lacey smiled at her. “Your husband never came to bed,” she said.

“I knew he wouldn’t. I knew if he got to have his way with you he’d leave me alone.”

“That was why you invited me,” Lacey said.

“Yes. And Lacey, I’m so sorry about the way it turned out. I was so selfish. Wolf is my husband and my burden. I never should have tried to unload him on you. It was completely unfair. He’s not your problem.”

“It’s okay,” Lacey said. “You didn’t know it was going to go the way it did. It was my fault for refusing to tell him what he wanted to hear.”

Claire shook her head. “It was my fault,” she said quietly, more to herself than to Lacey.

She got out of the bed and made her way to the bathroom. It was on the far side of the room.

“Come on,” she said over her shoulder to Lacey. “Let’s get ready for a new day.”

The bathroom was like a cube in the middle of the loft, made completely of frosted glass. Lacey hadn’t even noticed that it was there the night before. The light from the windows passed through it and almost hid it in plain sight.

There was an enormous shower in one corner, completely open onto the rest of the bathroom. Claire slipped out of her negligee and turned on the water. It poured from the ceiling above them. “Come on in,” she said to Lacey.

There was so much room and so much water pouring from the ceiling like a waterfall that Lacey didn’t think twice about joining Claire in the shower. She let her negligee fall to the ground too and got into the shower next to Claire. It was more like showering in a locker room than sharing a regular shower. There was a shiny steel box that dispensed luxury shampoo and conditioner and body wash.

They got out of the shower and dried off.