Tothshore's Trial Ch. 02

Someone kicked her in the side.

"Shit, we can't bring him in here now," it was Lindsey who had kicked her and spoken, "I'll go and freshen her up, we can take Gerrard straight through to the bedroom," Fangio nodded and Tothshore strongly suspected that Lindsey was the only one in the room who could have ventured a suggestion like an equal and get away with it,

"Give her the powder while you're there, Gerrard will be arriving any minute we'll greet him in the reception room," Tothshore could feel herself getting half dragged and half carried out of the study, back into the reception room and into an adjoining bedroom, from there she found herself in the ensuite. She sat down in front of a mirror as Lindsey roughly cleaned her face and started to apply make-up. Tothshore was given some mouth wash and used it to wash out the taste of vomit. When Lindsey was done Tothshore saw a stranger in staring back at her in the mirror. It wasn't the make-up that made her look any different to usual, it was her demeanour. The changes were obvious, Tothshore held herself differently, she was a shadow of her former self, diminished in some indescribable way. Lindsey noted the change too,

"Cut the crap Tothshore, Gerrard expects the old Tothshore, not the one we're moulding, get some of your arrogance back," she grabbed Tothshore by both shoulders and shook her violently, "you're alive if nothing else, and you saved Brandon from certain death tonight, you could at least have the decency to look like the cocky bitch even the mighty Fangio was scared of," the words were a crumb of comfort to Tothshore. In the mirror she could see the look on Lindsey's face and realised that the girl had said more than she meant to. Before Tothshore could say anything in reply Lindsey removed a small phial from her inside pocket and started to empty some powder onto the table,

"This is Monster, do you know about it?" Lindsey asked. Tothshore had certainly heard of it. Monster was the current drug in vogue on the streets of the city. It heightened sensations, addicts were known to take a hit and find euphoric relief in mundane activities. It was said that on Monster a cigarette gave a more intense high than any drug available on the market. Prostitutes were also using it regularly to fake genuine stimulation during visits with their clients. Tothshore dipped down onto the counter and snorted the line. Lindsey looked at her in surprise,

"I expected a lawyer to be a little squarer than that,"

"Well you wait until your Dad's life's on the line, you'll take anything to give you the edge," Lindsey grunted in response and left the room. Alone Tothshore found herself looking around for any more drugs that might be lying around. Monster provided physical stimulation but her mental anguish was still just as painful. Before she could break out of her stupor and actually go searching for drugs Lindsey was back,

"Gerrard's gone through to the bedroom..." Lindsey hesitated before adding, "I think he actually believes he's in love with you Tothshore, you better put on a performance out there," Tothshore could feel tears welling in her eyes but forced herself back under control. With a deep breath she rose and started to walk back into the reception room,

"All the rooms are hooked up with surveillance cameras and mic's. One foot out of line and we'll know, the bedroom is behind the study," Lindsey called from behind her. On the way through the reception room Tothshore noted that Tina was still lying sprawled on the table, exactly as she had been left. The group were sat around her again, all gazing lustily at her. Fangio waved when he saw Tothshore and motioned towards several monitors that were hastily being set up, they clearly showed the back bedroom where Gerrard was already pouring himself a glass a champagne,"

"Enjoy Tothshore," Horacio called. Tothshore didn't react, hoping that at least took the edge off his satisfaction.

The back bedroom was clearly the Master Bedroom of the suite. It seemed to have be decorated with the most expensive items the decorator could get their hands on rather than in a distinct style. Ornate furniture clashed horribly with a modern bed that floated several feet off the floor. Overall the impression was garish. The man in the room didn't help the image either. Gerrard had for some reason tried to dress to impress, wearing his best suit, with his oily and thinning hair combed over and his piggy little face clean shaven. Tothshore remembered that Fangio had convinced the idiot that they could get her to fall in love with Gerrard, maybe he actually believed it!

"Claire!" Gerrard boomed, "it's so good to finally meet you socially," he smiled as if both their dearest wishes had come true, "come sit down, enjoy the champagne, Fangio has good taste I can assure you," Tothshore felt bile rising in her throat but walked towards Gerrard anyway,

"I prefer to be called Tothshore, thank you Gerrard," she accepted the glass of champagne and stiffly sat next to him on the sofa,

"Well, well funny how life is isn't it?" Gerrard asked still beaming,

"How do you mean Gerrard?"

"Well us ending up on the same side after all these years! Still after Fangio's stunt I guess there's not really another side to be on is there?" Tothshore took a deep breath, she wasn't going to last in a civil conversation with this man, better to get this over with while the effects of Monster were strongest.

"I'd prefer not to talk business tonight," Tothshore reached out and stroked his arm, she could almost feel Gerrard get hard beside her and bit back her tears of humiliation, "we've waited all this time, lets enjoy the evening," without hesitation Tothshore dived at Gerrard and kissed him hard. It was as if a light switched on in her head, an explosion of feelings erupted along her mouth and down into the rest of her body. She could feel a small ache in her pussy as she pushed Gerrard down, still kissing him deeply, and started to explore his mouth with her tongue. As their tongues met Tothshore involuntarily shuddered in sheer pleasure. Pushing Gerrard down horizontally she started to mount him, grinding her pussy against what was clearly a hard cock. Reaching up Gerrard literally ripped her top in two to expose her breasts and greedily started to suck at them through her bra. Hoping to put on a show, Tothshore lifted her bra over her head and allowed him full access. It was as if every erogenous section of her body was connected and multiplied in intensity. The beauty of Monster however stopped the sensation ever being too much, it kept her right on the edge of what Tothshore could physically take. Gerrard started to suck on her right nipple, very gently at first. His tongue danced circles around her nipple before he tenderly started to bite on it. Tothshore groaned, her nipples were so erect they ached and she grabbed Gerrard's head and guided him onto the left nipple to make sure he didn't neglect it.

There was a pain growing in Claire's head. Mentally she still found Gerrard repulsive however physically she couldn't stop herself from enjoying the sex. Just as she couldn't help but run from Fangio she could help but fuck Gerrard. Meanwhile Gerrard had grown tired of pleasuring Tothshore, it was his turn. Pushing her onto the floor he pulled out his rock hard uncircumcised dick. It was small, maybe only four inches so Tothshore swallowed it whole, just like Tina would have. She could feel it pleasantly filling her mouth, pushing against her cheek as Gerrard thrust into her. Deciding it was easier if he took control she formed a tight wet hole with her mouth and let him face fuck her. She could feel the man getting close to orgasm,

"First one in that mouth Tothshore, it's caused me enough pain in the past, time for it to give me some pleasure," Gerrard started to thrust positively violently, grabbing the back of her head and pushing hard enough to hurt her face as it slammed against his abdomen.

"Swallow every last bit," he commanded and with that he erupted into her mouth. In truth Tothshore didn't have much choice in swallowing the load, his cum squirted right to the back of her throat and she almost accidentally swallowed half of it trying to take a breath.

"Good girl," Gerrard said, patting her on the head like a dog, "Fangio said he would want to see you after the first one, go to him now," and Tothshore obeyed. Disgusted with herself she realised she was disappointed, he hadn't once touched her pussy and she ached for some relief, her body needed it.

Returning to the reception room Tothshore sat around the table without being told she could do so, Fangio however let it slide this time,

"You have to go back you know, he's rented you for the whole night," Tothshore nodded, Gerrard had made that pretty clear,

"We gave your Father the mind blowing prostitute, look," Fangio swung the monitor around and without wanting to Tothshore saw her Father sat on his Prison bed receiving a blow-job from a hooker.

"Turn the audio up Horacio," Fangio said with a nasty grin,

"Which one of your friends is this?" Tothshore heard Brandon ask,

"Just a some slut, would you like to meet her?"

"Oh god yes look at her taking that cock like a fucking whore," Tothshore realised that the prostitute was sucking off her Father while they watched some home-made porn,

"Cum thinking about her sucking your dick Brandon. I'll bring her in tomorrow and you can fuck her,"

"Does she let clients cum insider her?"

"She will if she's told to," the prostitute giggled. Tothshore didn't want to hear this, the revelation her Father booked daily prostitutes was the least unsettling thing about her evening but still...

"Show her the video they are watching," Fangio commanded and Mark brought up a second monitor. For the second time that night Tothshore was sick but the group around the table just laughed. Her Father was watching her sucking off Gerrard! The quality was bad, as was the lighting so her Father hadn't even recognised her yet but they were making Brandon cum over the thought of inseminating his daughter.

On the second screen Brandon started to cum into the prostitute's mouth, shouting obscenities and making the hooker swear to bring him the girl,

"Sure, actually the quality picks up here, you'll be able to see her clearly," the prostitute crooned. Sure enough, just before Gerrard came in Tothshore's mouth the picture quality sharped dramatically. Brandon realised what he was seeing and leapt up, staring around wildly. His prostitute calmly stood up and said,

"Fangio knows where you are hiding Brandon. The tape will be released if you make any attempt to escape. I dare say if the other families saw your daughter and Gerrard fucking in a hotel room... they might get the wrong idea about who the traitor really is," with that she left, without Brandon moving a muscle. He was clearly shocked; he was now actually a prisoner.

"You are a penniless whore in the employ of your worst enemies Tothshore," Fangio couldn't keep the glee out of his voice as he said this, "you will do exactly as we say or we will release that tape and allow the other crime families in the city to kill you and your Father. Your next command is to go back into Gerrard's room and fuck him however he wants and as many times as he wants, now go," Tothshore stood up and went back into the bedroom. She had no choice. She was trapped.