Chapter 11 - Recruiting Support
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"You're not here to try out as a dancer? Why not? From what I can see, honey,
you got the body for it, take your clothes off and let's see the goods, " said
Brady Summers, owner of a chain of six gentlemen clubs located in the greater
Boston area. Gentlemen club was a polite term for a nude strip joint. Brady was
also president of the New England Pagans, the most violent and criminal
motorcycle club in the region.
Brady had a reputation as a ruthless businessman and gang leader who didn't
hesitate to mix his two vocations. Pagans worked as bouncers and security in his
clubs. If a dancer or her boyfriend got out of line, there were always Pagans
around who didn't mind beating the living shit out of anyone that Brady had a
problem with.
Candace had only gotten by the club's bouncer because he assumed that the
attractive well-dressed female was applying for a job as one of the performers.
She had looked a little too classy for the gentlemen's club circuit but still
why else would a beautiful woman want to see Brady Summers.
Candace was seated in Brady's office area at the back of the Cabaret Lounge, a
nude dance club north of Boston.
"No, I'm not a dancer. As I said, my name is Mrs. Candace Williams. I've
entered the race to represent this district in the US Congress. I'm asking for
your support in the upcoming election." Candace was dressed in the power suit
she had chosen to wear throughout the election. It was to be her signature
apparel that she would wear constantly throughout the campaign. There were four
identical versions of the suit hanging in her closet. It was a navy pinstripe
with a white silk blouse. Candace had several different lengths of the skirt.
She had chosen the shortest skirt when deciding what to wear to the club. Brady
hadn't bothered to hide his attempt to look up her skirt when she had first sat
down.
"You've got dancer's legs, hike your skirt up, lady and show me your pins,"
said Brady sensing that he felt a little anxious about the woman sitting across
his desk. Brady wasn't a man normally given to worrying about anything but he
felt his level of anxiety slowly building the minute Candace Williams sat down.
"Honey, I'd listen to Brady. You got a much better chance of making it as a
dancer. Women who look like you can make a lot more money showing your bush to
Brady's customers than running for office, " said Rhonda Powers.
Rhonda was seated nearby and was known to be both the brains and surprisingly
the serious muscle of the local Pagan club. Rhonda was Brady's business partner
and the President in her own right of a lesbian biker gang, the Amazons. The
Amazons were affiliated with the Pagans and its members were considered equally
if not more violent.
Candace found herself attracted to the tall, well-built Amazon President.
Besides Rhonda and Brady there were eight other men in the large office. They
were all dressed in the expected Pagan look, motorcycle boots, greasy blue jeans
and leather vests over Harley Davidson tee shirts. Four of the Pagans were
playing nine ball on a nearby pool table. The other four were watching the Red
Sox game on television at the small bar located against the far wall. They
weren't paying much attention to Candace's conversation with Brady and Rhonda.
They had given her the once over when she walked in. They knew that if she
wanted to dance nude, she would have to strip for Brady and they would get a
good look at her body. And if she really needed the job, they would get to gang
bang her. Making prospective dancers pull a train was a perk of working for
Brady.
They'd exchanged looks when Candace arrived. Several of them had grabbed
their crotch signaling their expectations. They figured inside of thirty
minutes, the blonde would be down on the floor with her legs spread wide. Each
of them would be taking a turn with her. They were relaxed about it. Things
usually went your way when you were a Pagan. There was no need to get worked up
about what was going to happen regardless.
The club proper was in the front of the building and you could faintly hear
the music being piped in from a speaker mounted next to the ceiling. It was
early, not quite noon and the place nearly empty. A bored stripper was
exhibiting the opening and closing her asshole to the amusement of three
customers seated near the stage.
"You could clear two maybe three thousand a week. Of course, if you do extra
work, you get more money," said Brady.
"By extra work, you mean prostitution," said Candace.
"We refer to it as being an escort, we could put you with some of our classier
customers, most of the time they just want a blowjob, I bet you'd be good at
sucking cock, maybe you'd like to show me and the guys your oral talents," said
Rhonda thinking that Candace with her wholesome good looks would appeal to
certain customers put off by what they normally found in a strip club. It
wouldn't be the first time, that a suburban wife faced with a husband out of
work and bills she couldn't pay had wondered into one of the clubs ready to do
whatever it took to make the mortgage.
"Look if you got financial problems, I'm offering you a way to solve them. I
assume you already know how to suck cock. Some of the other dancers can teach
you how to use the brass pole and lap dance. I'm talking some real money here,"
said Brady.
"As attractive as that sounds, I'm here for another reason. I'm asking for
your support in my campaign. I need immediate help in getting 10,000 registered
voters to sign my application to the election committee. That's a priority by
the way. The deadline is in five weeks. I need campaign finance money, lots of
it. Let's say $10,000 a week to get started, going up to $20,000 when I start my
television campaign. And I'll need Amazons and the Pagans to handle certain
special jobs and provide my day-to-day security. I'll get into that later as I
get my campaign organized."
"Lady, are you for real? Ten grand a week, then twenty, I run a nightclub
here. I'm not into politics. I happen to know Mike Harrington and there's not a
snowball's chance in hell that you're going to beat him," said Brady.
"I'm going to win and you're going to provide everything I ask for. After
that, you'll have a friend in the US Congress. Anyone involved in drugs and
prostitution needs friends among elected officials. The Pagans income in drugs
and prostitution far exceeds $20,000 a week. Think of it as an investment."
"Look, I like your nerve coming here. You're showing a lot of balls. What are
you anyway, somebody's secretary?"
"I am a housewife, married one child. I went to law school and passed the bar
but I never practiced. I'm squeaky clean, all part of my wholesome image,"
responded Candace.
"I'll give you a grand toward your campaign," said Brady starting to write a
check.
"If you're not writing that for $10,000, you going to have to write another,"
said Candace.
"Enough already, I have listened to enough of this bullshit. I beginning to
think this is another one of those stunts like that stupid sorority cunt tried
to play last month. Let's give her the same treatment," said Rhonda getting up
from her chair and advancing toward Candace.
Candace remained seated and didn't move. Brady thought that was odd. Rhonda
Powers scared most people, especially women shitless. Rhonda was the
quintessential lesbian; the kind that made women shudder and men worry. For
reasons he couldn't fathom, Brady didn't want Rhonda to get nasty.
"Hold it, back off, Rhonda, and stay cool. I'll handle this. I don't need any
more trouble with the law," said Brady standing up in an attempt to control
Rhonda.
"There wasn't any trouble with the law last time. The little sorority slut
kept her mouth shut," said Rhonda.
"Listen, Rhonda, you need to understand something. I'm running for Congress.
You're going to help with manpower and money. And I'm not some college girl to
be intimidated by a muscle bound diesel dyke," said Candace in a calm voice.
"You don't know what Rhonda and the boys did to her. It wasn't pretty." Brady
was astounded that Candace seemed so unfazed by Rhonda and was talking to her
that way. Brady and Rhonda had been in business for nearly ten years. He'd seen
what happened when Rhonda lost her temper.
"You tell me what you did to the girl and I'll tell you whether I'm worried,"
said Candace.
"Honey, the last person that called me a dyke spent six months in rehab.
Brady, show her the videotape. We filmed it so we could show cunts like you what
happens when someone thinks they can fuck around with us. It's an object lesson
on video. After you watch it, we'll see how fast you run out the door."
"Candace, or Mrs. Williams, you're out of your league here. I don't want to
see someone as pretty as you messed up. Just go back to your nice home in the
burbs and forget it," said Brady surprising himself by his unwillingness to get
physical. There was something about Candace Williams that worried him. Normally,
he would have thrown her out on her ass after letting Rhonda and the boys have
some fun with her.
Hell, she was attractive enough that he wouldn't have minded getting a piece
himself especially if she was a little bloody and blubbering for them to leave
her alone. Brady preferred it when the girl's lips were bleeding and she was
begging the Pagans not to hurt her anymore. The best part came when the female
said it was all right for them to fuck her just don't cause her any more pain.
Brady loved that kind of submission when a female learned that avoiding pain was
a higher priority than letting a dozen Pagans invade her body with their cocks.
"Go ahead and fuck me, just don't hit me anymore," were some of Brady's
favorite words.
That was the best part of being a Pagan. Seeing the fear and disgust in their
eyes as you forced your cock into a vacant hole was what it was all about. Brady
thought the biggest turn on in the world was to take a woman down a few pegs,
especially one like Candace Williams, someone who appeared confident and
self-assured.
Many women like Candace had left Brady's office with their self-esteem
dramatically lowered. But somehow, this Williams slut was different and Brady
wasn't feeling his usual confident self about how matters would play out.
She scares me, why the fuck should I be scared? I'm the President of the New
England Pagans and one bad ass motherfucker. She's only a fucking cunt housewife
thought Brady. Still, there's something there I can't put my finger on.
"Brady, show me the videotape, we need to get on with this. I have another
appointment," said Candace.
"I don't think that's necessary. Last month, one of the sororities at UMASS
decided to dress up some of their pledges as Girl Scouts and send them around to
sell cookies in bars and dives. It was an initiation thing. One of them came
here to the office. She got a little snotty when we didn't think it was all that
funny. It was like we were low life shits and she was a princess. I think she
was a little coked up. You know how these sorority girls love nose candy.
Anyway, she called Rhonda certain names that Rhonda didn't like so we decided to
teach her a lesson. Rhonda was pissed. The boys and I were a little drunk. It
kind of got out of hand. You don't need to see all that. Why don't you just
leave before things get out of control?"
"So far, I'm not concerned in the least, show me what you did to her. I might
find it a turn on."
"God damn, Brady, what's gotten into you? She wants to party. Show her the
fucking tape. After that if she doesn't get her ass out of here, I going to give
her exactly what I did to that little sorority cunt," yelled Rhonda, her
exasperation growing.
"All right, all right, don't say I didn't warn you," said Brady taking a
videocassette out of his desk and sliding it into a VCR/television unit behind
his desk.
"I keep this video setup here to view demo tapes sent by dancers applying for
work," said Brady wondering why he was explaining this to Candace. He sensed
that Candace was somehow able to control him. Brady fought against an urge to
write her a check for $10,000 and send her on her way.
If Rhonda hadn't been there, I'd have written the check and sent her on her
way thought Brady waiting for the video to start. But that's crazy. Why would I
give her that much money?
After several flickers, the video started. From the background, Candace could
tell the video was shot in the office where she was seated. Candace had noticed
a camcorder mounted on a tripod when she walked into the office.
The first scene was of a very pretty blonde coed facing directly toward the
camera. She was wearing a dress that approximated a girl scout uniform. It was
the right color and it even buttoned down the front like the traditional Girl
Scout uniform. It was kind of short, hitting her about mid thigh. There was a
sash from her shoulder to her waist covered with what appeared to be merit
badges. She was wearing brown oxford tie shoes. A dark green beret with the Girl
Scout crest was bobby pinned to her blonde head. Her arms were being held
straight out by two of the Pagans. There was a bruise on her cheek. She looked
scared out of her mind.
"State your name and who sent you and why," said an off camera voice that
Candace recognized as Brady's.
"Stacy Hoyt, I was sent by the Phi Mu Sorority, Kappa Delta Chapter, as part
of my pledge initiation. I was supposed to take an order for cookies. Please, I
didn't mean anything. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Miss Powers that I called you those
names. That was wrong of me. I didn't mean any disrespect. Please don't hurt
me."
"Too late for apologies. Troy, Roger, get Stacy ready to party," said the same
off camera voice.
Candace watched as a Pagan stepped up to the girl and ripped the front of her
dress open. Buttons came flying toward the camera. Stacy started pleading for
them to stop. After the dress was off, they ripped off her bra and panties. The
Pagan that unhooked her bra from the back reached around and squeezed her
breasts hard, holding them out for the others. Two other Pagans leaned in and
grabbed a nipple in their teeth and pulled it straight out. You could see from
the way their jaws were set that they were biting down hard. Stacy let out a cry
of pain. When the Pagans let her nipples go, Stacy grabbed her breasts and tried
to rub away the pain of the bite marks.
"I love to chew titty," said one of the Pagans who had bitten Stacy's breasts.
"Nice tits, good slender figure, gorgeous blonde hair, and a sweet little
butterfly tattoo above her shaved vagina. It would have been fun to be there,"
thought Candace feeling a definite itch between her legs.
Once again, the two Pagans held Stacy toward the camera. Stacy was naked
except for the beret and the tie shoes. She was crying. There were bloody teeth
marks on both breasts. Candace suspected Stacy was going to regret pledging Phi
Mu.
"Please don't hurt me, I didn't mean to be disrespectful," whined Stacy.
"Sure honey, we won't hurt you. Now let me demonstrate how an Amazon reacts
where a snot nose college girl calls her a diesel dyke," said a voice off camera
that Candace recognized as Rhonda Powers.
Candace watched as the girl's arms were let go and the camera drew back.
Rhonda appeared on screen dressed exactly as she was today, very short jeans
shorts, motorcycle boots, and a leather vest. Rhonda's heavily tattooed body
towered over the girl. Rhonda was well over six feet and had the physique of a
competitive body builder that she in fact had been until recently.
Rhonda was much taller and stronger looking than any of the Pagan men
present. In spite of all the muscle and height, Rhonda was quite pretty. She
reminded Candace of one of those women who accompanied wrestlers on television.
Candace recalled one named "Chynha" who resembled Rhonda in a general fashion.
On the screen, Stacy was backing up, crying and begging Rhonda not to hurt her.
"Look I'm really sorry, Ms. Powers. I didn't mean it. I like lesbians I've
even done some lesbian things with my sorority sisters. I'll do you if you like,
just don't hurt me," said Stacy.
"Oh, you going to do me and everyone else here, sorority girl, we're going to
rape you until you bleed. But first, I'm going to remake that pretty face of
yours. It's going to be a while before anyone asks you for a date," hissed
Rhonda moving toward the cowering girl.
At that moment, Rhonda jumped forward and slammed a fist into Stacy's stomach.
The fist buried itself in Stacy's abdomen. Candace pictured Stacy's diaphragm
doing a major reverse and her lungs expelling their contents in one great
whoosh. Stacy bent over grabbing her belly. You could tell all the wind had
been knocked out of her. Stacy opened her mouth to scream but there was no air
to vibrate her voice box. Stacy stayed bent double and retched. Some stomach
bile came up and spilled on to her breasts. Rhonda grabbed a fistful of blonde
hair and jerked her upright. Rhonda was quick as lightening with her fists. She
landed a jab directly on Stacy's eye. That spun Stacy around and sent her down
to the floor. Stacy got on all fours and begin crawling for the door, looking
around for a means to escape. Her eye was bleeding from a cut over the brow.
Stacy screamed again as Rhonda grabbed her once more by the hair, pulled her
to her feet and slammed another fist into Stacy's nose flattening it. Blood
flowed out of both nostrils spilling down onto Stacy's breasts. Rhonda used one
arm to grip Stacy by the throat as she backed her against a wall. With the other
arm, she landed two vicious short punches to the girl's breasts. The camera
caught the breast being flattened as the knuckles of Rhonda's fist only stopped
when they reached Stacy's chest bones. Stacy shrieked and grabbed her tits as
she dropped to the floor. The camera showed Stacy curled up in the fetal
position begging Rhonda to stop.
"Anything, you all can do anything you want with me, go ahead and fuck me,
just don't hurt me anymore," said Stacy down on the floor holding her breasts.
"We're a long way from stopping," said Rhonda as she delivered a kick to
Stacy's ribs that sent the girl rolling on the floor holding her side and
screaming. Candace thought she heard the sound of ribs cracking when Rhonda's
boot made contact.
Candace assumed Brady's was soundproof. Otherwise the girl's loud screams
would have been heard. Once again, Rhonda pulled Stacy to her feet using her
blonde hair as a handle. This was followed by a couple of vicious right crosses
to Stacy's mouth. Candace saw several small white objects fly out of Stacy's
mouth and across the room.
"She's knocking her teeth out," thought Candace, "God, she's vicious. I've
got to fuck her," said Candace having to exercise some self-control to not pull
up her skirt and masturbate.
Rhonda grabbed Stacy in a full nelson and pointed her face toward the camera.
The close up showed that one of her eyes was already swollen shut with a nasty
gash above the eyebrow. The other eye was puffy and turning black. Stacy's nose
was flattened and bent to one side. Her upper and lower lips were badly split
and her mouth was oozing blood. There were gaps in the front of her teeth.
"She's not so pretty now, is she? You wouldn't think a hard up diesel dyke
like me would be interested in doing a little rug munching with someone whose
face is this fucked up. But I've decided to give you a break," announced Rhonda
to the camera.
After the close up, Rhonda drug Stacy over to the bar using her ear as a
handle. She easily lifted her naked body right up on top of the counter. She
rolled Stacy on her back. Rhonda got up on the bar standing astride the naked,
bleeding Stacy that lying on her back between Rhonda's feet.
"Pussy eating time, sorority girl," said Rhonda unfastening her shorts,
dropping them down her legs and kicking then off a leg at a time. Rhonda knelt
down with her shaved cunt directly over Stacy's face.
"You better get to licking my cunt, show me some of those dyke things you do
with your sorority sisters," said Rhonda.
The camera moved in for a close up of Stacy's bloody tongue licking Rhonda's
clitoris. Rhonda's clit was quickly covered with blood from Stacy's mouth.
"You can do better than that, Stacy. I got a set of bolt cutters in my truck.
If you don't make me cum in five minutes, I' m going to go get them and start
cutting off some toes and fingers," said Rhonda.
The camera focused on Stacy's mouth working on Rhonda's pussy. Stacy's mouth
was working hard to keep her digits intact.
"Show me some true love. Lick my asshole," said Rhonda as she positioned her
butt hole over Stacy's mouth.
"That's right, tongue that shit hole, said Rhonda getting turned on by Stacy's
oral ministrations.
A close up revealed the tip of Stacy's tongue was darting a good two inches
inside Rhonda's rectum. After a few minutes, Rhonda moved back to where Stacy
was eating her pussy.
"Oh yea, this girl knows how to eat pussy, she's a dyke too and we got the
pictures to prove it," proclaimed Rhonda to the camera. You could tell Rhonda
was becoming more and more aroused because she started ridding Stacy's face
faster and faster until at last Rhonda climaxed.
"That was pretty good, I hope it was better for you than taking an order for
some of those mint chocolate chip cookies, you were passing around," laughed
Rhonda as she got off Stacy. Rhonda slowly climbed off the bar. Then she pulled
Stacy to where she standing on the ground leaning forward onto the bar top.
"Please let me go now, I ate you out, don't hurt me anymore," begged Stacy.
"The party's just getting started. You haven't even been fucked yet. Give me a
hand, Troy, Roger."
One of the Pagans stepped forward and held Stacy from behind. He grabbed her
wrists and pulled her arms straight out behind her back. He put his boot in the
center of her back and pulled her arms back to where it looked like Stacy's
shoulders were dislocated. The effect was to push Stacy's breasts straight out.
"Put her boobs straight out across the bar, Roger, use your pliers," said
Rhonda.
Stacy was standing belly against the bar. They forced her to lean over to
where her boobs rested on the wood countertop. Another Pagan stepped behind the
bar with Rhonda. He had a pair of needle nose pliers in his hand. He grabbed one
of Stacy's nipples in the pliers and pulled her breast out as far as it would
go. Rhonda grabbed a Makita electric nail gun hidden behind the bar and held it
up in front of Stacy's face.
"Know what this is, sorority girl?" asked Rhonda.
Candace leaned forward intent of watching the television screen. Candace
sensed that her pussy was soaked and lubrication was slowly oozing out of her
vagina. God I wish I had been there with Rhonda thought Candace. I have to make
Rhonda part of my team.
"Oh my God, what are you going to do with that?" cried Stacy.
"I'm going to nail your tits to the bar. In future years, you'll be able to
say I used to have beautiful breasts but I insulted an Amazon and she made them
ugly. Hold her still, Roger," said Rhonda.
She used the gun's guide to flatten Stacy's breast down against the wooden
surface and then fired three four-inch nails through Stacy's breast nailing her
to the top of the bar.
When the first nail went in, Stacy started screaming. She kept screaming as
they used the gun to nail her other breast.
"Here this'll shut her up," said an off camera voice as an arm reached in to
hand Rhonda Stacy's panties.
"How'd they get so wet?" asked Rhonda stuffing the panties in Stacy's mouth.
Stacy's eyes rolled up in her head and she passed out. Troy released her arms
and she hung there by her breasts. Stacy would have fallen to the floor but the
nails in her tits held up upright. The camera caught the full effect of Stacy
hanging there by the breasts. It also focused in on the yellow stained panties
stuffed between Stacy's bloody lips.
"I pissed on them. More fun if she's sucking pee-pee while we fuck her," said
the Pagan.
"These guys have some imagination. They won't mind if I jerk off while I watch
the rest," thought Candace as she adjusted her position to allow her skirt to be
moved up several inches. Candace hooked a fingernail into her pantyhose tearing
them open at her vagina. Candace moved her thong panty crotch to one side as her
fingers moved some of her juice up from her vagina opening to her clit. Candace
suppressed a moan as her forefinger traced a small circle around her engorged
clit. Rhonda and Brady were too distracted watching the small screen to notice
Candace masturbating on the other side of the desk. Several of the Pagans at the
pool table did notice and gave each other surprised looks.
On screen, Rhonda filled a beer pitcher with ice then water from behind the
bar. She also filled a glass with ice water and took a long drink. She slowly
stirred the pitcher then dumped half of it on Stacy's head. Stacy sputtered
awake as the ice cold water covered her head.
"Hey, you're with us. Think any man will ever take a second look at you after
he sees all those nail holes in your boobs? You are going to have one ugly
scarred-up set of tits. Hope you weren't planning to nurse your babies, scare
the little bastards to death."
Stacy panicked when she saw the nails in her breasts. She tired to pull away
from the bar but the nails held her in place. It was obvious from the look in
her eyes that the pain of the nails in her tits was more than Stacy could
stand."
"Did you know that the wire nail is an American invention?" asked Rhonda who
waited a moment for an answer. Stacy tried to mumble something but her panties
were stuffed in her mouth.
"Well, guess you're not learning shit in college, here's the penalty for not
knowing." Rhonda pressed the trigger to fire six more nails through each breast.
Stacy screamed into the urine soaked panties but didn't pass out this time. Her
feet did a little dance of pain as her mind and body tried to cope with the
agony wracking her body.
"We keep this nail gun ready and loaded. It's very handy for making your point
with someone who's trying to give you some shit. Just last week, we had a
customer get drunk and punch one of the dancers, blackened her eyes. Poor Kay
couldn't work for three days. We brought the prick back here and nailed his
balls and dick to the bar. Then we got out our belts and whipped his ass for
being a worthless shithead. A couple of the guys fucked him in the ass just to
make sure he learned his lesson. I don't think he's going to act out again. I
bet you don't either," said Rhonda to the sobbing Stacy.
Candace found herself getting wetter as she watched Rhonda work on the college
girl. She's a real sadist. I definitely need someone like her thought
Candace.
The camera came around to the other side of the bar to capture a close up of
Stacy's ruined face and the sight of her breasts firmly nailed into the wood.
Her tits were slowly oozing blood out of the ten nail holes. The girl looked to
be in total agony.
"Ever pull a train?" asked Rhonda.
Stacy shook her head No.
"Well, there are nine Pagans here and they're going to fuck you. So after
today, you can answer that question in the affirmative. Are you going first,
Brady?"
"Yes, let me lube her up a little, most college girls never been butt fucked,"
said Brady as he stepped in the picture holding a large plastic bottle of Probe.
Brady squirted some of the contents on Stacy's ass then slowly worked it into
her asshole.
"Even been fucked in the ass?" asked Rhonda.
Stacy desperately shook her head No. A muffled sound of sheer misery came
from Stacy's mouth as Brady worked several fingers into Stacy's rectum. They did
a camera close up of Brady sticking one, two, three, and then four fingers in
the girl's ass. He held her anus open while another Pagan squirted Probe
directly into the open hole.
Brady kept four fingers in Stacy's ass hole as he slid his cock into her
pussy. Brady fucked Stacy's vagina for a while all the time working his fingers
into her rectum.
"She's loosened up now. Time to ride the Hershey Highway," announced Brady as
he replaced his fingers with his erect cock. There were more muffled protests
from Stacy as Brady held Stacy's hips and slammed his cock as far as it would go
up Stacy's ass. Stacy screeched in pain managing to make a respectable amount of
noise even with her piss soaked panty in her mouth.
Brady was rough on Stacy. He began rhythmically slapping her buttocks until
they were bright red. Candace could tell he was purposefully jerking on her body
forcing her breasts to pull against the nails. Stacy was attempting to hang on
to the bar to prevent the nails from being ripped out of her boobs. The
cameraman went around behind the bar to focus on Stacy's face and breasts. You
could see the nail holes getting wider as Stacy rocked back and forth. After
Brady ejaculated, the rest of the eight Pagans rapped her pussy and ass.
Several screwed her multiple times. Someone had edited the video to only capture
the Pagans dropping their load. Several of the Pagans climbed up on the bar and
ejaculated on Stacy's face and bloody, nail-studded breasts.
When they were done, both of Stacy's holes were wide open and the camera went
in for a close up. Someone with a sense of humor produced a flashlight and they
used that to illuminate Stacy's wide-open apertures. There was a trickle of
blood seeping out of Stacy's asshole.
"Stacy, you're going to have to wear a Depends until your asshole heals up,"
said Rhonda to Stacy who looked uncomprehendingly back.
Rhonda came back into the picture covering her hand with shortening from a
large commercial size can of Crisco. She spoke to the camera.
"Stacy, you said she liked lesbian things and there's nothing more dyke that
being fist fucked."
"Don't do that. I'm already hurting down there. You'll kill me," whined Stacy
who had somehow managed to spit out her panty gag.
"Don't worry if you die, we know a guy with a crematorium who'll dispose of
the body. Where do you want the urn sent?" laughed Rhonda.
"Don't kill me. I don't want to die," said Stacy.
"You won't die. You can handle this, you'll just have a lot wider pussy and
ass when I'm done," said Rhonda holding up a latex covered fist covered in
Crisco. Like everything else about Rhonda, her fist was huge. Stacy took one
look at Rhonda's fist and started to tremble.
"When I'm done, there won't be a cock at UMASS you can't handle in either
hole," said Rhonda working a handful of Crisco into Stacy's cunt.
Rhonda packed Stacy's cunt with Crisco then slowly pushed her large hand
inside
Stacy's pussy. Rhonda twisted her arm as she moved it forward. She pushed her
arm inside Stacy's birth canal until Rhonda's elbow was right outside Stacy's
vaginal opening.
Stacy started screaming again. The camera watched as a Pagan grabbed Stacy's
panties off the bar, took them over to the trash can and pissed all over them.
When he came back to Stacy, she refused to open her mouth. The Pagan calmly
closed off her nostrils with his fingers. When she was forced to open her mouth
to breathe, the pagan hawked a large gob of spit into Stacy's mouth then stuffed
the urine soaked panty inside her mouth. Rhonda had worked her hand deep inside
Stacy's vagina. Rhonda's hands were larger than most men's. Candace could only
imagine how Stacy must have felt to have something that large inside her vagina.
"Now, I'm going to make a fist and widen your birth canal. I bet your first
baby just falls out. Oh God, I should have been a gynecologist. I feel your
cervix and there is your uterus and I bet I can even get my hand inside your
baby basket. You'll feel that, all the way home. That's what it's going to be
like when you get knocked up and there's somebody's brat in your womb."
Candace watched as a bulge appeared in Stacy's abdomen that moved from her
pubic area to her diaphragm. There was a ripple across Stacy's abdomen as Rhonda
moved her hand back and forth.
"Now, let's widen the Hershey Highway. You look like you got two lanes. When
I'm done, you'll have an Interstate with a median and breakdown lane."
Rhonda worked more handfuls of Crisco into Stacy's open asshole. Then she
slowly worked her other hand inside Stacy's anal ring.
"Look, both arms now all the way to my elbow," said Rhonda to the camera as she
shoved her hands way up into Stacy's body. The girl's body went into spasms of
pain. You could tell from the way that Stacy's arms were flailing that she was
in agony. Rhonda slowly raised Stacy off the ground using her hands and held her
there for the camera. Rhonda finished with a good five-minute session where she
brutally fisted both of the girl's holes until Stacy passed out.
"I wonder if any of her female plumbing will ever work again after that,"
thought Candace, "Stacy may wind up like me with a broken baby oven."
When Rhonda finished fist fucking Stacy, she slowly wiped the Crisco, blood,
and shit off her hands using a bar towel, then dumped the other half of the
pitcher of cold water over Stacy's head. Stacy sputtered back to consciousness.
Rhonda removed the gag from Stacy's mouth. Stacy immediately puked all over the
top of the bar.
"Lick that up," commanded Rhonda.
The terrified Stacy attempted to use her tongue to lick up the vomit but she
gagged and puked some more.
"Since you made a mess and refuse to clean it up, we're going to punish you
some more. When was the last time, you had your hair styled?" asked Rhonda.
Stacy managed to say, "three weeks ago." Stacy was too terrified to wonder why
Rhonda was asking about her hair.
"Where?"
"Salon down on Newbury Street, House of Jayson. Clyde does it."
"How much?"
"$120 plus tip."
"He color it too."
"Yes."
"Well, you won't need to go back there for a while. I'm going to save you some
cash."
"What? I don't understand."
"I'm going to shave you bald. Don't worry, I've heard some men are turned on
by bald women."
"Oh God, no" begged Stacy.
The camera watched as two Pagans used a pry bar to remove the nails from
Stacy's breasts. That occasioned more loud screams as the bar crushed Stacy's
flesh against the bar top each time a nail was extracted. Luckily, Stacy passed
out before the final two nails were pulled.
Rhonda's final act of mayhem was to shave Stacy's head. Stacy was seated in a
chair passed out. One of the Pagans held Stacy's head erect and still as Rhonda
worked. Rhonda started with a pair of hand shears and cut off Stacy's hair to
less than an inch. Then she used two different types of electric barber clippers
to trim down to the scalp. Finally, Rhonda lathered up Stacy's skull, took a
straight razor and shaved Stacy completely bald. Rhonda even shaved her eyebrows
off. Rhonda wasn't two careful with the razor and there were multiple cuts on
her scalp when Rhonda finished.
While Stacy was being shaved, several other Pagans try to fuck her one more
time, complaining all the while that her cunt and asshole were stretched out too
far to allow them to feel anything. One of the Pagans stuffed a baseball bat up
Stacy's asshole and cunt to demonstrate how stretched out she was.
"See, her ass's slit open, she's lost the elasticity in her anal ring, bitch's
turds will just fall right out," said Troy twirling the bat inside Stacy's ass
hole while speaking to Rhonda who was busy with the clippers.
"Hell, what did you expect Troy? I fisted both her holes. It'll be weeks
before her asshole is able to close. She's going to have to wear a diaper until
her butt hole heals," replied Rhonda.
The last scene was like the first. They had put Stacy's Girl Scout dress back
on and partially buttoned it. The beret was perched on her baldhead. Both her
eyes were swollen partially shut and her nose was obviously broken. She was
missing most of her front teeth. The front of her dress had two bloody spots
where the nail holes in her tits were bleeding through the dress.
"Show her how she looks in the mirror," said an off camera Rhonda.
The look of absolute horror on Stacy's face when someone held up a mirror to
her face seemed to be the right conclusion to the video. Stacy's look of
hopeless despair said it all.
When a very pretty girl looses her looks, she thinks there is nothing left
thought Candace.
"Troy, you and Roger get her back to wherever the hell she came from," said
Brady. Brady stepped up to where his face was only a few inches from Stacy's
face. The camera captured what he said.
"Ms. Hoyt if you have any thoughts of going to the police, consider that it's
your word against ten of ours. The local police are good friends of mine. They
come to my clubs and I make sure the girls comp them. My advice is go home, heal
up, and don't try to sell any more Girl Scout cookies. Understand?"
Stacy was nodding yes as the video ended.
Candace found herself enormously turned on and energized by the video. Her
fingers were covered in her juices.
I've made the right choice in selecting the Pagans to partner with. I have to
ask Brady for my own copy of that video. I can watch it with Maria Consuela and
Anna Estelle one night, I'm sure Bernice would like to see it too thought
Candace.
"Okay, you've seen it, now please leave," said Brady reaching over to push the
rewind button.
" Please leave, please, since when did we let people come in here and fuck
with us and we ask them to please leave. I can't believe you Brady, you're
treating her like you're afraid of her," yelled Rhonda.
"Rhonda, you know the trouble with dykes like you is that you eat so much
pussy, you can't keep your mouth shut. Why don't you sit down and be quiet,
you're starting to bore me, " said Candace in a calm measured voice.
"Fucking cunt," screamed Rhonda as she lunged for Candace. Candace stood up
and moved aside at a speed that was not human. She reached out her foot to trip
Rhonda who tumbled headlong on the floor. Brady rushed forward to stand between
the two women.
"Listen, Mrs. Williams, get the fuck out of here, before someone gets hurt,"
said Brady trying to keep Rhonda from charging again. The other Pagans had
gotten interested once the commotion had started. They gathered around to watch
the action.
"Before I go, I need your check for lets' say $20,000 since you're making it
difficult. Also before I go I need to teach Rhonda a lesson. One thing I admire
about the Pagans is that they demand respect. I'm not going to leave here
without Rhonda's respect." Candace spoke in a quiet measured voice that betrayed
no fear or concern.
"Your fucking insane, lady, she'll kill you if you don't get your ass out of
here, you saw what she did to that college girl, help me Ed, you too Dirk," said
Brady asking two of the Pagans to help him restrain Rhonda.
"No, Brady, this is how it going to be. I'm going to teach Rhonda a lesson.
I'm going to do to her exactly what she did to that sorority girl. I'm going to
nail her breasts to the bar and let you guys fuck her in the ass. But first I'm
going to take off my suit. I have another appointment this afternoon and I don't
want it mussed up. You don't mind if I get naked, do you? You guys have been
dying to see my pussy since I walked in the door," said Candace taking her suit
coat off.
"You too, Rhonda, clothes off, let's give the boys a show, I want their cocks
hard when I open your butt up for them to stick it up your ass," said Candace as
she casually undressed.
Everyone stood in stunned silence as Candace quickly removed her blouse then
her bra. They watched in disbelief as she neatly folded her clothes and hung
them on the back of her chair. Next it was the skirt followed by the torn panty
hose and panties.
"Fortunately, I've got a spare pair of pantyhose in my purse. Watching all
this violence and sex made me horny," said Candace as she placed her hand
between her legs and rubbed her crotch.
The Pagans were used to seeing naked women. There was one dancing nude a few
yards away. But Candace had a terrific figure that compared favorably with any
of Brady's dancers. Brady and the eight Pagans took a minute to admire it. They
were having some difficulty processing the fact that she had casually stripped
naked in front of them and was talking as if her winning the fight was a
foregone conclusion.
There was still no doubt in any of the Pagans' minds that Rhonda was going to
beat the living shit out of Candace. They were certain they would be stuffing
their cocks into whatever hole was available on Candace Williams' body.
I'm going to do her ass thought Troy as he rubbed his crotch. Then I'll rape
that pretty mouth with my shit stained dick and make her swallow my load.
She'll look like she's been eating brown gravy when I'm done
"You guys are getting me so hot. Looking at me like you want to fuck me.
Rhonda, hurry up and strip. Let's see how that dyke pussy looks when it knows
it's going to get fucked," said Candace.
"Yea, Rhonda, get naked then you can beat the shit out of her. I want to see a
naked catfight," said one of the Pagans.
"Blondie, after Rhonda, beats the shit out of you, we're going to fuck you
until your cunt bleeds," said one of the bikers restraining Rhonda.
Rhonda would have preferred to leap at Candace and strangle her on the spot
but the bikers insisted that Rhonda undress and the two women fight in the nude.
The thought of a nude catfight was getting the bikers hard. One of the Pagans
positioned himself behind the tripod and started to film the fight.
"All right, I'll undress, then I'm going to beat you senseless. After that
they're going to fuck you in all three holes. Then I'm going to cut your tits
off and make you eat them," said Rhonda as she shook the men's hands off her and
removed her leather vest revealing her tattooed breasts. Then she dropped her
shorts to the floor revealing more tattoos. Both women were now naked.
Several of the bikers unzipped and started stroking their cocks anticipating
that in a matter of a few bloody moments they would be sticking them in the
beautiful blonde. They just hoped that Rhonda hadn't killed her before they got
their pricks in one of her holes.
"Come on, Rhonda, let's get this over with," said Candace.
Rhonda charged forward like a wounded African Cape Buffalo. Candace in a blur
slipped to one side and landed a fist to Rhonda's mid section that lifted her
off the floor. Rhonda bent completely double Her chin was practically on her
knees. Candace calmly pulled Rhonda erect using her hair and slammed her fist
into Rhonda's eye. Candace delivered four powerful bitch slaps that violently
twisted Rhonda's face from one side to another. Then using Rhonda's auburn hair
as a handle, Candace jerked her head down and kneed her face.
"I'm not quite as easy as Stacy," said Candace as she grabbed Rhonda by her
breasts then used them as leverage to toss her across the room and against the
wall where she landed with a loud slam that caused several pictures to fall off
the wall.
Rhonda tried to recover approaching Candace with her fists raised but in a
lightening strike, Candace kicked Rhonda's straight in her vagina. The force of
the blow lifted Rhonda several feet in the sir. Rhonda went down on the floor
with her hands between her legs rolling over and over in agony. Candace repeated
the pattern of pulling Rhonda erect by grabbing a fistful of hair then striking
her with the other fist sending her to the floor.
Candace beat Rhonda in much the same pattern that Rhonda had used on Stacy
except she took much less time to do it.
In a matter of seconds, Rhonda had a closed eye, a broken nose, and split
lips. Her breasts were in agony from two rock hard punches that had landed in
the center of each one. Her pussy was the home of sharp pains where the top of
Candace's naked foot had flattened her clit while her toes ripped into her
vaginal opening. The fight was completely gone out of Rhonda. If a referee had
been there to ask Rhonda to say her name, he would have stopped the fight.
Unfortunately for Rhonda, there wasn't a referee.
Candace picked up Rhonda and carried her over to the bar and placed her on the
countertop. The Pagans watched dumbfounded as Candace easily lifted the much
larger woman onto the bar. Candace quickly jumped up on the bar and mounted
Rhonda's face. Candace grabbed a beer that someone had left on the bar and
poured it over Rhonda. The cold beer brought her out of her daze.
"Now show me how good you are at eating pussy, dyke" said Candace using one
hand to spread her labia so Rhonda could tongue her hole, "Get that tongue
working, I'm sure you've done this before."
The bikers were stunned into silence. Rhonda's beating the shit out of the
blonde was a foregone conclusion. But somehow the smaller woman was inhumanly
fast and strong. She handled Rhonda like she was a toy. Brady's nagging fears
were realized. Candace Williams had just easily beat the living hell out of
someone that only the largest and meanest Pagans would have been willing to take
on.
I knew it. I knew something was funny about her whispered Brady to himself.
"Fuck, you see that, she got to be on crystal meth, steroids or something,"
said one of the bikers.
Candace looked down at Rhonda's bloody face. Candace's pussy was right at
Rhonda's mouth.
"Eat me, Rhonda, I'm already nice and creamy from watching that video, stick
your tongue in there and get you some girl goop, I'll give you some piss to wash
it down," cooed Candace.
Rhonda shook her head no and kept her mouth closed.
"Better start or I'll dig your eyeballs out." Candace placed her thumbs on
Rhonda's eye sockets and started to push.
Rhonda's tongue darted out to lick at Candace's clit. Then it swirled into
Candace's hole and came out coated with a thick covering of Candace's
secretions.
"Excellent, I prefer cooperation to confrontation, keep at it" said Candace as
she felt Rhonda's tongue excite her clit.
"Now cover my piss hole with your mouth and let me give you a squirt," said
Candace after Rhonda had been licking her clit and pussy for a few minutes.
Rhonda did as instructed and Candace felt Rhonda's tongue flicker across her pee
whole.
"Swallow it and don't waste a drop of my mellow yellow, said Candace as she
slowly released a full bladder of golden urine into Rhonda's mouth.
"Fuck man, you believe that, she's making Rhonda drink her piss," said a biker
observing Rhonda's throat action as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of
Candace's urine.
Candace looked around at the amazed faces of the Pagans as she released her
bladder into Rhonda's open mouth. Several more of them had pulled their cocks
out. Brady looked particularly surprised but he still had a hard on. Candace
found it exciting as she surveyed the crowd and realized nine horny males were
watching her pee in another girl's mouth. When Candace had let the last few
drops of piss drop into Rhonda's open mouth, she began to ride Rhonda's face,
rubbing her clit against Rhonda's squirming tongue until she experienced an
orgasm.
"You're the first person, I've ever raped. I can see why the Pagans love it so
much," whispered Candace into Rhonda's ear as she finished her orgasm.
Candace hopped off the bar pulling Rhonda onto the floor. She quickly moved
Rhonda to where she was leaning on the bar with her breasts laying on the
countertop. In a blur, Candace grabbed the nail gun off the back counter and
pressed the trigger four times. Rhonda had two nails in each breast. She
screamed in agony. Candace decided not to go for the ten nails Rhonda had used
on Stacy's breasts. I'm going to need her later thought Candace.
"I guess next on the program is for your Pagan friends here to gang bang you.
Here, let me spread your cheeks, Rhonda, it's time for that lesbian pussy of
yours to take some cock. Frankly just between us girls, I wish they were fucking
me but I promised then our ass," Candace whispered in Rhonda ear as she stuck a
finger in Rhonda's asshole.
"Please, I'm begging you. I've never had a man inside me. I was wrong about
you. Please don't let them have me, " pleaded Rhonda's with eyes filled with
tears.
"Rhonda's telling me that none of you guys have ever plowed you, am I expected
to believe that?" asked Candace.
"It's true, Rhonda has always been a lesbian, none of us has ever touched
her," responded Brady, "She's always said she'd kill herself and the man if
anyone ever put his cock in her."
"So it means everything to you that no man has ever stuck his penis inside
your vagina," whispered Candace as she moved her fingers inside Rhonda's vagina
and began to slowly massage her G-spot.
"Yes, I'll die if a man ever touches me that way," cried Rhonda.
"I don't have to do this, we could stop here."
"Oh please, I couldn't bear it."
"But if I stopped I would need something from you."
"Anything, money, I'll get you the money you asked for."
"I need something greater than that."
"If I can, just don't let them fuck me."
"I want your love and your loyalty. I want you to work for me in the campaign.
Sometimes, I'll want you to sleep with me, I think you're beautiful and I want
you in my bed. I want you to be my friend, lover, and protector. From this day
forward, I want you to be mine and serve me," whispered Candace into Rhonda's
ear. No one else in the room could hear her.
"Yes, I'll do that," responded Rhonda.
Candace leaned down and kissed Rhonda's bloody mouth. As Candace raised
herself up, she pulled the nails out of Rhonda's breasts with her fingers.
"Fuck, did you see that?" said a biker standing close to the bar.
"Yea, she pulled those nails out with her fingers. We had to use a pry bar to
get the nails out of that Girl Scout's tits, she ain't human," said another
biker.
Candace helped Rhonda over to a chair kissing her again as she gently eased
Rhonda into the chair. Candace retrieved Rhonda's shorts and top and gently
redressed her.
"Brady, Rhonda needs a little medical attention," said Candace helping Rhonda
into her leather vest.
"Brittany, One of the dancers used to be an EMT, she's working this
afternoon," said Brady.
"Call her in here, please."
Everyone stayed quiet for the three minutes between Brady using his telephone
intercom to page Brittany to the office and a tall blonde with enormous fake
breasts showing up."
"What's up Brady? I took care of that guy just like you asked me," said
Brittany as she entered the room wearing a bikini top and a pair of butt cheek
baring shorts. She took a quick look at Candace, not really surprised that there
was a nude blonde in Brady's office. Brittany also saw that several of the
Pagans had their cocks out stroking them. Brittany figured the beautiful blonde
had been going through the regular audition process that included being gang
banged by every Pagan on the premises. Brittany had experienced that some months
ago when she applied for a job at the Cabaret Lounge.
"Rhonda needs a little patching up. Go get your medical kit," said Brady.
"Rhonda, what the fuck happened?" said Brittany noting for the first time
Rhonda sitting nearby with her face and tits bleeding.
"You don't need to know. Just get your kit and get your ass back in here,"
said Brady.
Brittany had worked for Brady long enough to know when not to ask questions.
She rushed out of the room to get the first aid kit located in the dancer's
dressing room.
Candace walked over to Brady, unzipped his fly and slipped her hand inside
taking hold of his cock. She reached over and placed her other hand on Troy's
exposed cock and spoke.
"Cat fights, violence, rape, those things get me hot. I need some cock. You
guys were expecting to fuck me and I don't want to disappoint you. I've only got
an hour but I'm horny as hell. Let's start with you Brady. Just pretend I'm that
girl Stacy in the video. I'll stand over at the bar making believe my tits are
nailed down. You lube me up and fuck me in the ass. I love dirty talk by the way
so refer to me by pet names like whore, slut, and cunt. I'm sure you know some
others."
"Troy you climb up on the bar so my face is buried in your ass. I'll rim your
hairy butt hole then I'll give you a blowjob. You have to promise to cum in my
mouth. After Brady and Troy finish, I want the rest of you three at a time."
The Pagans brightened up at the prospect of screwing Candace. They listened
carefully as she spoke.
"Listen, I've got to be in downtown Boston in an hour and a half so you guys
plan to fuck me hard and fast then dump your load in whatever hole suits you. I
can only add I adore the taste of hot jism," said Candace leading Brady and Troy
toward the bar pulling them by their dicks. When Candace got to the bar, she
leaned over as if her breasts were nailed. Troy had stripped naked. He climbed
up on the bar on all fours then carefully backed up until Candace's nose was
wedged between his cheeks.
"Now, Brady, just like Stacy, use lube and your fingers to open me up then
fuck my ass while I eat Troy's. I want it rough," said Candace who then
proceeded to take a long lick across Troy's hairy asshole.
Candace moaned as she felt a well-lubricated finger slide into her rectum. It
twisted left and right causing her anus to tingle with sensations. Her tongue
parted the silky black hairs that formed a ring around Troy's anus. After
several swipes that left Troy's brown hole slick with saliva, Candace poked the
tip of her tongue past Troy's anal ring. Troy moaned as he spoke.
"Oh yea, man, that's great, get that tongue up my hole so you can taste my
shit."
Candace was completely engrossed in the sexual pleasure of Brady's fingers
working in her asshole as her mouth sucked on Troy's anal ring. She applied then
relaxed her suction causing Troy's anus to dilate and expand until it opened a
small hole she proceeded to suck and tongue fuck. Candace enjoyed the sensation
of forcing her breath into Troy's open rectum and then breathing back into her
lungs the fart she had created.
"That's right, Brady, all the way to your balls," breathed Candace as Brady
replaced his fingers with eight inches of hard Pagan cock. Brady was pumping
hard, gripping Candace's hips and slamming into her anus.
"God, you ass fucking bitch. Can you squeeze a cock with your ass? Where did
you learn to do that?" gasped Brady feeling the intense sensations that traveled
the length of his cock as the walls of Candace's rectum and bowel clamped down
on his dick.
"How is she Brady? She seems to like having her shit pushed," asked Roger
standing nearby stroking his cock.
"Fucking fantastic, bitch is providing a complete three hundred and sixty
degree massage of my prick, never felt anything like it," answered Brady pumping
slower now trying to make it last.
"Turn around, Troy, I want to suck your dick," said Candace taking her mouth
off Troy's anus for a moment.
"Who's the whore?" Brittany asked Rhonda. Brittany had returned with the
first aid kit and was bandaging the puncture wounds in Rhonda's breasts.
"That's Mrs. Candace Williams and if you ever refer to her that way again,
I'll slice your face up," said Rhonda.
"Sorry, Rhonda, I just thought from what's she's doing over there with Brady
and Troy, she was going to work here," said Brittany.
"No, we work for her now," said Rhonda.
"What," asked Brittany?
"Forget it, you wouldn't understand. I'll explain later. Think I should get a
tetanus booster?"
Candace returned her attention to Brady who was pumping faster and breathing
harder, the normal signs a man was about to fill an orifice with one of his
bodily fluids. Brady made a final strong thrust and at its deepest point, felt
his cock release a spurt of seminal fluid into Candace's bowels. His body was
racked with half a dozen muscle contractions as his balls emptied their
contents.
Candace could feel the warm fluid settling in her lower intestine. She sensed
it was lifeless.
"Vasectomy, Brady?" asked Candace turning her head toward him. Sweat from his
chest and stomach served as a lubricant as he slid his chest against her back.
"Yea, Marie couldn't handle the pill, fucked up her hormones, " answered Brady
wondering how in the hell did Candace know that. Outside of his wife Marie and
his doctor, he hadn't told anyone. Brady surprised himself by greedily licking
the sweat off Candace's back as his cock softened.
Candace focused her attention on sucking Troy's cock. He was kneeling on the
bar directly in front of her. Candace wedged one hand between his legs and
pushed her index finger inside his already wet ass hole.
"Oh yea, that's it, that's it," repeated Troy. Recently, Troy had discovered
he liked having his ass penetrated while being sucked off. He had bought Irma,
his wife, a set of three different sizes of butt plugs to use during oral sex.
Irma had laughingly commented that Troy was going queer on her and that next,
he'd be asking his buddy, Roger, to fuck his ass while he was fucking Irma. Troy
hadn't liked that remark and had communicated his displeasure by slapping her
around the bedroom. He'd given her a nice shiner to remind her to keep her
opinions to herself. But sometimes, Troy feared Irma might be right. He had
fantasized while he jerk off that some Pagan with a large cock was fucking his
ass.
Candace slipped her first finger in beside her forefinger and began a slow
finger fucking of Troy's asshole. Candace took a firm hold on Troy's balls with
her other hand. She used her thumb and fingers to separate his nuts while she
firmly pressed the heel of her hand against the base of Troy's nuts putting
pressure on his prostate from two directions.
"Oh God, man, this bitch knows how to suck cock, does she, does she, does
she," yelled Troy to those watching.
Brittany had stopped bandaging Rhonda's injuries. Both women were watching in
awe as Candace worked on Troy's prick.
"Here it comes, here it comes, oh fuck, yes, it's coming," screamed Troy as he
felt semen travel from his ball sack down the length of his dick into the back
of Candace's throat. Troy pumped until his sack was so empty it hurt. When he
looked down, he saw that Candace had her mouth open and her tongue was covered
in his sperm. She looked directly into his eyes as she obviously swallowed his
semen. Then she leaned forward and licked a final drop of semen off the tip of
his dick.
"You looked like you really enjoyed that," said Troy watching as Candace
slowly sucked and tongued his softening pecker.
"I love the taste of cum. I like the flavor and how it feels when it glides
down your throat into your stomach," said Candace standing up and looking at the
rest of the naked Pagans who had been watching and stroking while she was
fucking Brady and Troy.
"God, I love an audience. Wish I had more time. Dirk, get on your back on the
floor. I want that big dick of yours in my ass," said Candace to one of the
Pagans standing close by jerking on his long fat cock. Candace picked up Brady's
plastic bottle of lube, handed it to Brady, then bent over at the waist, pulling
her ass cheeks apart.
"Lube me up again, Brady," said Candace.
Brady pointed the squeeze bottle at Candace's pucker hole. He was amazed to
see it open on its own. He squeezed the plastic bottle and squirted Probe inside
her open rectum.
This is really one to tell your grandchildren about thought Brady.
Dirk lay down on the carpet. Candace straddled him facing his feet. She bent
her knees lowering herself. She took Dirk's cock in one hand and guided it into
her anal opening.
"Nothing like a big schlong in your butt," announced Candace as she lowered
herself to the point that only Dirk's balls remained outside Candace's ass hole.
Candace enjoyed the slow slide of Dirk cock into her asshole. Every millimeter
it traveled created a wave of orgasmic pleasure.
"How's that feel, Dirk?"
"Great, I'm in all the way to my balls, nice and warm in there, tight too,"
said Dirk.
Candace leaned back extending her arms to the floor. She was in the table
position supporting herself on her two arms and feet. She began to rhythmically
raise and lower her abdomen driving Dirk's cock deep in her bowels.
"Reverse cowgirl, that takes strength," said Brittany to Rhonda.
"Who wants my pussy and mouth?" asked Candace.
Two Pagans eagerly stepped forward. Candace tilted her head back to where her
face was pointed away from Dirk's feet. A Pagan slipped his hard prick into her
mouth. The other took a position between Candace's legs and worked his prick
between her labia and into her vagina.
"Fuck, that takes body control. I couldn't do that, She's deep throating too,"
said Brittany watching Candace take three cocks at one. The Pagan fucking
Candace's mouth was obviously going in all the way to his balls on each stroke.
Brittany could see Candace's throat expand each time the cock sunk home.
"Now, this is what I call fucking," said Candace taking the cock out of her
mouth to speak. You two guys on top screw me a while then swap with the others.
Brittany, help me out, you keep them hard, I'd prefer they dump their loads on
my face and mouth," said Candace.
Brittany had finished bandaging Rhonda when Candace asked her to participate.
Without hesitating or even understanding why, Brittany stood up, removed her bra
and shorts, and walked over to Candace. Brittany dropped to her knees between
two of the Pagans who were standing there stroking themselves. She took one cock
in her mouth as she began stroking another. After a few minutes, Candace
signaled for a change and Brittany found herself sucking a cock that had only a
few seconds before been in Candace's pussy.
Her cunt tastes so sweet thought Brittany. The next time, it's empty I'm going
to eat her pussy.
Over the next fifty minutes, the nine Pagans fucked Candace's holes until they
climaxed. Brady and Troy were able to perform another round. Candace directed
the Pagans to ejaculate in her mouth. Candace held her mouth open as the guys
stroked off, shooting nine loads into her open mouth. At the very end, Brittany
was sucking on Candace's clitoris as four Pagans stroked themselves until they
ejaculated onto Candace's face and mouth.
Once they were finished, Brittany crawled up to Candace's face and licked the
thick ropes of sperm from her face as the two women kissed.
"Sorry, everyone but I've got to run," announced Candace looking at her watch.
"I wish we could do it all afternoon but I have another appointment. Where's the
shower, Brady?"
"I'll take you to the Dancers Dressing Room. You can shower there," said
Brittany wanting to be helpful for reasons she didn't understand.
Candace carried her clothes through the club treating the patrons the sight of
a beautiful nude blonde with her face covered in semen. When she got to the
shower, Brittany insisted on helping her wash the sweat and dried semen off her
body. Brittany had Candace sit on a stool in the shower as she applied a douche
of Summers Eve to Candace's vagina. In the dressing room, Brittany made a point
of introducing Candace to the other dancers as the two of them dried off and
dressed. Candace asked Brittany to volunteer to work in her campaign and
Brittany accepted.
When Candace and Brittany returned to Brady's office, he presented her with a
check for $20,000.
"I'll get you my campaign account number so you can set up an automatic weekly
wire transfer," said Candace taking the check from Brady and kissing him. "I'll
be back tomorrow and we can discuss putting together teams to canvass the 12th
district and get voters to sign my election petition."
"Yea, I'll have my whole crew ready to give you what you need," replied Brady.
Candace walked over and took Rhonda's hand. She kissed Rhonda tenderly on her
split lips and hugged her. Candace handed Rhonda a card with her cell phone
number.
"Call me as soon as you feel well enough. I'm sorry it had to be so rough,"
said Candace.
"My fault for being an idiot and not realizing you serve the Master. I'll
serve you now. I know that is the Master's wish."
"I love you," whispered Candace in Rhonda's ear.
"I love you too," responded Rhonda.
Candace waved to everyone and smiled, then said, "Don't forget to vote," as
she left.
"Man that was something else," said one of the Pagans after Candace had
exited. The Pagans had decided they needed several shots of vodka to calm their
nerves. They spoke quietly among themselves as they tried to process what had
just happened.
"Unbelievable man, absolutely fucking unbelievable," said another.
"Incredible fuck though, hottest, tightest twat I've ever been in. I though my
dick was going to melt."
"Asshole was like a milking machine. She worked the entire length of my cock
all at once. It was like she rapped the spooge out of my dick," said Dirk.
"She sucked the jism right out of my prick. She could deep throat you to where
it felt like you were in her stomach."
"If she hadn't had to leave, we'd still be at it. We didn't fuck her. She
fucked us. She's one horny piece of ass, a real nympho."
"And you know what was really weird about it, weirder than anything?" asked
Brady.
"What could be weirder?" asked somebody.
"She liked it more than we did, she got off on it, that scares the shit out of
me," said Brady, "Remember about six weeks ago, that red headed housewife that
came in to dance because her husband had been laid off. She was going to lose
her home."
"Yes, natural red head with a bush the color of a fire engine, we fucked her
brains out. Troy and Roger made her swallow enough piss to float a canoe. She
wasn't bad," responded one of the Pagans, "Squealed like a little pig every time
we stuck a cock up her ass."
"Right, she was desperate and terrified. She didn't like what we did to her
one little bit. We were her worst nightmare. But Candace Williams was different.
She loved what we did. She got off on it. That's scary man, real fucking scary."
