Twisted Payback Ch. 04

For the next hour Beth entertained the men, she put on a show directed by Georgia; music played and the two women danced, they danced close and erotically. Following Georgia's instructions Beth undressed her young partner while all the time they swayed and moved against each other's body. They kissed, long and deep like lovers, their hands caressing everywhere, arms, necks, backs, breasts, bottoms, and when Georgia slid her hand between her thighs Beth thought she would faint. Breathlessly Georgia broke the kiss and pulled down on the back of Beth's head. Willingly she obeyed and kissed her way down the young body pausing at the breasts, licking the nipples, first one then the other, sucking gently, drawing each erect bud between her lips and washing it with her tongue. Moving down, Beth's tongue traced a wet trail over Georgia's stomach, dipping into and swirling around her navel until finally she was on her knees, her face level with the glistening pussy. She kissed slowly down the inside of one thigh then up the other. The only sound in the room was breathing and Beth had forgotten about the audience of nine, she no longer thought about where she was or who she was with. Her attention was focused solely on the warm wet flesh just an inch from her face.

Beth slid her hands around Georgia's hips and onto her buttocks; she held the girls arse and eased her finger between the cheeks gently probing the puckered hole. She pressed her lips to Georgia's belly just above her pussy; the small thin strip of pubic hair tickled her nose as she reverently kissed the flesh. Keeping her lips in contact with Georgia's body she moved down until her mouth was against the pussy lips. Her tongue pushed forward sliding between the folds causing Georgia to break the silence with a low groan. Beth licked slowly, almost lazily, pushing deep and washing Georgia's pussy with her tongue,

Soon Georgia's hips began to move to a rhythm sliding her wet flesh over the questing mouth. She had her hands on Beth's head, her fingers entwined in the red hair and she pulled her toy hard into her crotch. The tongue inside her lapped and the lips sucked her swollen labia into the hungry mouth, then suddenly those same lips latched onto Georgia's clit and she stiffened, she sucked in air and held her breath as she pulled the red hair as hard as she could.

Beth's face was held firm against Georgia's crotch, her scalp felt as though her hair was being ripped from her head but she clamped her lips around Georgia's clit and as she drew it into her mouth she bit down gently on the delicate flesh.

Georgia couldn't remember the last time she had an orgasm she didn't fake with a client, but when Beth's mouth worked its magic on her clit she came. She came hard and loud, her hips bucked as though she was trying to throw Beth away from her and her hands pulled even harder forcing the mouth back onto her. She growled and the growl turned into a scream, her body jerked as spasms shot through her, her orgasm was so intense it was almost painful and she shouted out loud "Oh my God yes, that's it, like that you bitch, oh God you fucking slut, yes, no, no more, oh my God."

Georgia's legs were shaking and she fell forward with her toy beneath her. They lay in a heap, Georgia exhausted and Beth too unsure whether to move or not. A spattering of applause, cheering and some ribald comments brought Georgia back to reality, she smiled almost sheepishly as she looked up into Grahams grinning face. He helped her up onto her knees and placing her hands on Beth's breasts for support she spun around and knelt astride her toys head.

"Are you okay?" Graham asked, Georgia might be a whore and even though he was paying for her services he'd always had a soft spot for her.

"Oh yeah, I'm great," she answered with a satisfied grin. Neither of them even gave a thought as to how Beth felt, after all she was just an object to be used.

And use her they did. It was agreed that they would have some fun before they each took their pleasure, the men were only limited by their imagination, Georgia knelt astride Beth's shoulders leaving her arse and pussy free to be played with, whenever anything particularly unpleasant or painful was done Georgia pushed her bottom down on Beth's face stalling any struggles or complaints.

Beth could only see Georgia's back and arse, but she could feel, she could feel the things they forced into her pussy though she couldn't tell what they were, she could feel how her arse was penetrated and stretched, and she could feel the slaps and the bites, and the sting of something, but she didn't know what, a cane maybe? A cane used to sting her arse and the back of her thighs. It reminded her of Steve punishing her, how he seemed to have reason to punish her more and more lately. And he always told her how it was her own fault, how he didn't enjoy hurting her, that it was for her own good. She believed him and so she didn't struggle but accepted what was happening to her, dutifully licking and kissing Georgia's arse, trying to block out the laughter and the insults and the pain. It was hard but she thought Steve would be so proud of her.

"Why do they so enjoy inflicting pain?" the thought passed through Beth's mind as her nipples were pinched and twisted. She was bent forward on her knees, someone was thrusting in and out of her arse, she didn't know who it was or whether it was the same person who was hurting her nipples, her concentration was on trying to fit two cocks in her mouth at the same time. One man sat with Beth between his spread legs while another knelt beside her. She had a hand wrapped around each of their cocks, the head of one was in her mouth and she pulled the other one nearer, pushing them together, forcing them into her mouth. Her lips stretched and felt as though they would rip apart. Her mouth was filled to the limit, there was no room for movement so she sucked and used her tongue as best she could.

"Hell yeah, that's it baby I knew you could do it, they said you could get anything in that mouth," the man kneeling beside her encouraged her not only with his words but also by holding her head while he pushed harder against her "give me some, put it there," Beth heard the words and a clap, they had high fived, she wanted to laugh but tears of shame and self-pity sprang from her eyes instead.

They used her individually, in two's, threes and fours, sometimes more. Beth lost track, she didn't know who was doing what or how many there were, she wasn't allowed to rest, and it never occurred to her to refuse, she accepted whatever they wanted to do. Georgia and Graham orchestrated everything and with the drugged drinks given to her hourly Beth remained confused, thinking all was normal, she did whatever she was told, no matter how degrading, just as she had been trained to do.

oOo

All Beth wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep but Georgia and her guests wanted more 'fun,' although it was no longer fun for Beth; she was sore and she hurt in so many places. With a tug on the leash she wearily climbed to her feet but as she tottered across the room she felt a familiar tingle in her belly, she was feeling better already and she wished she had another drink, had there been alcohol in the glass Georgia gave her? She didn't feel drunk just tingly and, and, she couldn't think what else but they were waiting for her and she didn't want to appear a spoilsport. Four of them had left already and she feared that she might have disappointed them, she needed to try harder, be nicer, she certainly didn't want to be an embarrassment to Steve, he'd told her often enough what a useless slut she was, she didn't need to give him more reason to punish her. No, she would be extra nice, make them like her, and want her. She knew she looked a state; she was covered in dried cum, even her hair was sticky with it, her make-up was a mess and her naked body was a mass of scratches and bruises. But she knew that she was still sexy, she could tell by the way they were looking at her. Yes she would be nice, real nice, make them feel sooo good. Licking her lips she stood before them with a sultry expression and slowly ran a finger through the lips of her pussy.

"Shall we give these boys a show?" Georgia whispered into Beth's ear. She turned to the young woman and for a second she wondered who she was; but she held the end of Beth's leash so she must know her, what was her name? Gina? No. It didn't matter anyway, she was nice and wanted to help Beth be nice, and she had a huge cock. What? A cock? She giggled, she couldn't help it; Gina or whatever her name was gorgeous and she had a cock, how wonderful!

When Georgia pushed down on Beth's shoulders she got the message and eagerly sank to her knees, she held the dildo with both hands and opened her mouth. She didn't just suck the plastic monster, she made love to it; with her eyes closed she licked, kissed and caressed it; at that moment to her it was the most wonderful thing in the world.

Georgia smiled at the expression on Graham's face, it was much the same as the others and with their vocal encouragement she pushed her dildo into the slut's mouth. She could sense that things were winding down and with two sachets left she had given her toy a double dose and the result was everything she had hoped for. She had spent the last four hours trying to organize and to a large extent control this gangbang, most if not all of the man had had their fill, they all seemed satisfied and she congratulated herself on a job well done. Now for one last show, see if anyone had anything left, at the least she could have some fun of her own.

Beth slobbered over the dildo and wriggled her arse whenever a hand explored between her thighs, she was impatient to feel the beast inside her, no matter the size, in fact the bigger the better. Despite having cock after cock all afternoon her pussy yearned to be filled. She wished the penis in her mouth was real, what a delight that would be. Steve's was big but it didn't compare to this, she could hardly get the head in her mouth. She slipped her hand down between her thighs and tensed; just one touch of her clit was almost enough to make her cum. She was so wet; her hand was immediately covered in her juices.

"Oh God why doesn't one of these bastards fuck me," she thrust her arse out hoping to entice someone... Perhaps they're only here to watch. But didn't they already fuck her? Or maybe it was some other people. She was sure she had been fucked, she must have been she was so sore "why can't I remember? Why doesn't someone fuck me? Why can't I have this cock inside me?"

It appeared that all of the men were happy to watch and cop the occasional feel, Georgia didn't mind, there was something she wanted to try with the slut and she was sure those watching would be happy to see, something she had always been too scared to do herself. She stepped back and pulled her toy up, she was actually shocked by the vision before her; Beth was panting, her tongue lolled from the side of her mouth and drool ran down her chin, but her eyes were the worst; they were wide and glassy, they stared but saw nothing, to Georgia she was the image of a mad woman in an asylum. Beth's hips were thrusting as she tried to force her hand into her pussy, then with an evil sounding chuckle she pulled it free to make room for her other hand. The slime and secretions from her pussy coated her hand and this she licked and sucked as though it was nectar.

For the first time in a long long time Georgia felt disgust at something involving her work, it made no difference whether the slut was drugged or not, she grabbed a fistful of red hair and hauled Beth across the room. She slammed her against the table and forced her face down hard on the wooden surface. Irrational anger had taken over from disgust and as she held the unresisting woman bent against the table she positioned herself with the dildo against Beth's arse.

She held Beth's shoulders to give herself more leverage and with one determined thrust she forced the plastic monster into her thrall eliciting a wail of pure agony. Beth at last tried to resist, she squirmed her body and thrashed her arms to escape the tearing pain, not stopping even when Georgia slapped her hard on the back of her head. There were a few comments and small cheers as well as nervous laughter from the men watching, nobody was really sure whether it was serious or part of the entertainment.

Graham read the situation though and in four quick strides reached the table, he grabbed Beth's wrists and pulled her down, with his mouth close he hissed into her ear "stop struggling bitch, it's going to happen whether you want it or not, the more you fight the worse it will be."

Beth tried to stay still, the pain was diminishing but much too slowly, she couldn't understand why they would hurt her, she had tried so hard to be nice and through her tears she attempted to tell them "please, please, I'm sorry, I'll be good I promise, please let me be nice for you," the words were barely audible and she no longer possessed the strength to fight, and she lay unmoving as Georgia steadily raped her arse.

Graham always knew that he had a cruel streak and watching Georgia hurt the slut had aroused him beyond words, and despite already coming three times inside the bitch he was erect again. He pushed his shorts down around his ankles and plunged his cock deep inside Beth's slack mouth, when there was no response he used both hands on her lower face to hold her lips tight around his erection "suck it bitch," he snarled and was rewarded with a small movement of Beth's head. He looked at Georgia and the sadistic grin on her face and thought again, prostitute or not, he could so easily fall for her.

oOo

"Here drink this" Georgia held the glass to Beth's lips, this time it was just plain water, no more drugs. They were alone, Graham and his friends, very happy men one and all having left an hour previously. Georgia was happy too; she had made more money in one afternoon than she normally did in a week and she had only had sex with one man; that was with Graham and only because she had wanted to. Something had clicked between the two of them as she fucked Beth's arse, Beth was lying like a rag doll and eventually Georgia had grown bored of the lack of reaction from the slut. She released the strap from around her hips and leaving the dildo buried deep inside her toy she forced Graham onto his back. She smiled and licked her lips; she could tell that he was just as eager as her. Dropping to her knees she eased down impaling herself on his erection. She rode him slowly, loving for once the feel of a cock inside her, enjoying his hands on her breasts, and for the first time in years she had even kissed a client.

She had rocked to and fro gradually building to a marvellous orgasm. Graham didn't climax, possible he had already been sucked dry, but he was patient and considerate, mindful of her needs and her fondness for him grew.

People began to drift away, a couple of the more energetic guys had a last bit of fun with Beth, not minding that she was as responsive as a ragdoll, but eventually they too were satisfied and she was left alone to recover. Graham was the last to leave and Georgia surprised herself when she allowed him to kiss her again. She checked on Beth, the slut was awake but unaware. Georgia knew she had made a mistake in administering a double dose, but there was nothing she could do about that now so she let her rest. She had a long relaxing shower and made herself a pot of tea and noticed that Beth was finally coming out of her stupor.

Now as she slipped the envelope into Beth's bag Georgia wondered if it was a risk giving her responsibility for the cash, but Steve maintained that he liked to have his girls collect the money they earned for him. She supposed it was just another small demonstration of the power he had over them. There was also a small memory card containing photos of Beth in all her glory, Georgia didn't know why he wanted them and she didn't ask. But she did know that overall it had been a very successful day, next time though she would plan it better and make sure to ration the drug correctly, keep Beth active but docile. And perhaps with Grahams help they could invite even more clients, make a whole day of it. Georgia could see herself making a lot of lovely cash from this stupid bitch.

Beth was still a bit confused, she was wearing her dress though she didn't remember putting it on, she could only remember being naked and people, lots of people wanting her to be nice. And there was the young woman, she could remember her being angry but she was friendlier now so Beth thought she must have been good. She finished the water and stood shakily when the girl held her jacket out to her.

"I've ordered a taxi for you, it'll be here shortly to take you home," Beth felt relief on hearing the words. John would be there but she seemed to remember that she should be mad at him for something, and Steve would be there as well, waiting, she had been good and she hoped that John and Steve would both be pleased.

oOo

With nothing to do but wait I decided I would try to get information from Steve about his scheme, he was surprisingly open, telling me everything I wanted to know, in fact he seemed rather proud of what he'd achieved, and the more he spoke the more unsettled I felt. He chose his victims carefully; those who showed interest in him and who didn't have relatives or friends who cared enough to notice what was happening. He grinned when he said this and I turned away feeling somewhat ashamed of myself.

The drug - psyfantamol - wasn't licensed or mass produced and only available to a few people, in simple terms, he told me, it made a person very open to suggestion, easy to control, in effect for a short time after taking the drug his 'sluts' as he called them willingly did whatever they were told. He laughed when he revealed how it was an aphrodisiac as well "the bitches can't get enough," he mocked.

"It sounds Just like a fucking date rape drug?" I accused him.

"No no, this is better than that, you gotta understand, they know most of what they're doing but the best part is they also want to do it, they love me and live to make me happy," he paused, watching my reaction "The thing is, If they take it long enough the effect becomes ingrained, soon they don't need the drugs, they really do live just for me," again he smirked, he knew that he was getting to me, knew what I was thinking, and I had to know.

"And Beth? what about her?"

"What do you think? Don't you think she might have enjoyed doing what she did to you just a little too much?" he was enjoying taunting me.

I thought about him giving Beth drugs and the things he had made her do, my urge was to rip his throat out, I fought the impulse and swallowed my anger "What about Gina? She resisted you, she fought back," I questioned.

"Ah yes, lovely sweet Gina. She only had a few doses, it seems I underestimated her. Still, we'll see to that when this is over, won't we bitch?" this last was directed at a frightened looking Gina in the kitchen.

Despite his position he was growing in confidence. Perhaps he sensed my uncertainty because I didn't know what I was going to do about him. I'd like to beat him to a pulp but that wouldn't solve anything even if it did make me feel better. I thought about going to the police, I had enough evidence to put him away for a long time but I also knew how our crazy laws worked; the police didn't take kindly to unlawful imprisonment and torture, no matter what the slimy bastard had done. I would probably end up sharing a cell with him.

It was then that we were interrupted by Beth coming home, walking through the door she took a minute to comprehend what was happening then she seemed to come alive.