"Yessss," Judy said. "Yes, anything!"
"You're goddam right you will, swindling bitch! You'll munch on my hard-on while I shove it half way down your throat."
Lance Gregory was astride her rib cage now, holding his dribbling, pulsing hard-on. He poked at her breasts for a moment, and Judy began to wonder just what she had been so frightened about. After all, this wasn't anything new to her. So what if she sucked his prick? It was big, sure, but she had sucked even bigger ones.
But then, as he slipped it between her lips, she knew this was going to be different. He was shoving it in to the hilt! She began gagging, and still he crammed harder, harder, mercilessly making her retch from the vicious probes of his bulbous cockhead. She could not cry out. She could barely breathe as the prick jabbed fiercely-actually beginning to slide down her constricting throat!
"I'm doing one of the worst things imaginable to you, my dear," Gregory muttered. "I'm giving you the aversion treatment. Yes, when I get through with you-you may never wish to suck a prick again. And that will be your downfall! No man will want you then!"
Gregory laughed crazily then, tossing his head back and roaring up at the ceiling as he stuffed his prick into the tight, constricting throat farther, farther.
Now, just when she feared she would choke to death, Judy felt the longest of the vibrators penetrating her vagina. The buzzing instrument entered easily at first, but then it continued upward, upward, until it began to inflict pain. Terrible pain…pain Judy had never experienced before. But she could not cry out. Her mouth was filled with the enormous hard-on that pressed and drove savagely into her throat.
Next, the smaller prick-shaped vibrator slid into her rectum, and it also pressed upward until she felt intense pain. She wanted to scream, but she could not!
"You will never cheat Dream-Date again, right?" Gregory suddenly asked. "Nod if you agree!"
Judy nodded.
"And you will never meet with clients without reporting those meetings to me, correct? Nod if you agree!"
Despite the intense pain that surged through her throat, her vagina, her rectum, Judy Thor managed to nod.
"Good," Gregory said, easing up on his penetration of all her apertures then. He withdrew the vibrators halfway so that they still buzzed within her lower orifices but no longer inflicted pain. In fact, now, in contrast, they seemed to be delivering pleasure, which amazed Judy. Had he planned this all along? she wondered. God, could pain, followed by a reduction of that pain, be followed by what seemed to be pleasure? Good God, yes!
Judy began pumping slowly with her hips, savoring the feeling of the buzzing instruments within her ass-hole and cunt. Lance Gregory had eased up on his thrusts into her throat with his prick now, too, and she found herself nursing hungrily on his tool. She did not know whether she was doing this to please him, so that he would release her, or whether she genuinely enjoyed it. The responses of her body, along with her normal thought processes, had been so distorted she was behaving in a manner that frightened her. But she did seem to be enjoying the ass-fucking and cunt-fucking at the same time with the vibrators. Yes, enjoying it…enjoying it very much.
Just then Lance Gregory withdrew his immense organ from her mouth and asked, "like it now, girl? How do you like it?"
To her amazement, Judy found herself saying, chanting really, "I love it…love it. Ohhhhh, don't stop, Lance. Spear me, fuck me…and please come in my mouth!"
Again, Judy Thor was not certain whether her response was one of fear. All she knew was that she was enjoying this tremendously-every bit of it. Had some primitive hope for survival caused her to enjoy this mistreatment of her body, so that Lance Gregory would spare her? She did not know.
"Swallow my come now, Judy!" Lance Gregory commanded.
"Yes, Lance," Judy heard herself sighing. "Ohhhh, yessss."
And then Lance drove his engorged shaft steadily between her lips until he climaxed so that she could greedily gulp down his creamy load. Judy drank deeply, affectionately, loving the tangy flavor of her captor's evil sperm-flow.
As he drove her back to Dream-Date Incorporated, Lance explained that he had given her a "mild treatment." To avoid what he described as the most horrible treatment a female could imagine, he suggested she refrain from further contact with Vern Shipley and his clients.
Her head on his shoulder as he drove the curving road, Judy swore she would remain loyal to her employer forever.
Chapter 9
Roscoe Snyder stood peering through the tall hedge that separated the alley from the parking lot. It was dark and, finally, the light in Vernon Shipley's office went out. Roscoe emitted a little snort of satisfaction. His vigil had been long and he had grown impatient for his target to get within arm's length. In a moment, Vern Shipley would approach his car, and then Roscoe would strike, following Lance Gregory's instructions-leaving his victim battered but alive, writhing in pain but conscious on the asphalt surface of the parking lot.
Roscoe waited-doing a little dance with his feet, and impatiently grinding his fist in his coarse palm. "Argh…Erghmm," he growled. Finally, two men appeared, exiting from the rear door of the tall building. One of the men was Vern Shipley. Roscoe began thumping his fist hard in his palm, eager to complete his mission. Who was the other man? Roscoe did not know. He hoped the two men did not both come to Vern Shipley's car. He would not know what to do if that happened. No, he had not been instructed to attack two men. He hoped Vern Shipley came to the car alone. "Errr…Arrghh," Roscoe growled.
"Goodnight Stan," Vern called, and the two men parted, each heading in a different direction. "I'm gonna run over to Ellen's now. Haven't seen her in a while. I'd better give her a break."
"Glad to hear that, Vern," Stan said. "Give her my best. She may not be a showpiece, like that Maria, but she's a mighty fine woman."
The man called Stan waved to Vernon Shipley, and then Shipley came closer, closer to his car. Roscoe blinked rapidly, still doing his little prizefighter-like dance, and glanced anxiously at the man called Stan. "Urrr…Erghmmm," Roscoe purred.
Fortunately, Stan's car was much closer to the building exit than Vern's. Stan drove away before Vernon Shipley reached his car. This made Roscoe glad. Yes, it made things simple and he understood simple things. Now he could 'take' his adversary without interference from anyone. Yes, the parking lot was deserted, except for Vernon Shipley and Roscoe Snyder.
Now Vernon reached into his pocket, withdrew his keys and inserted the key into the door lock. Quickly, Roscoe parted the hedge, stepped through and walked briskly and quickly to Vernon Shipley. Vern did not see his assailant. At the instant Roscoe grabbed him, he tried to turn his head but Roscoe clamped his forearm hard about his prey's windpipe, and Vernon Shipley could not even steal a glance at the mountain of muscle that now held him.
Roscoe decided to deliver his message now-before he forgot it or got so excited he said either too much or too little. "Uh-stay away from Maria, or this is just a taste of what's gonna happen to you, buddy," Roscoe muttered.
Vern tried to free himself, but Roscoe just held on harder. Roscoe decided to weaken his victim with steady choking before going to work on him. He pressed his forearm very hard against Vern's throat until he felt Vern's knees beginning to give way. Then, reveling in the gurgling sounds his captive made, Roscoe began the work he loved.
Suddenly he released Vern, but before Vern could turn or even drop to one knee and regain his breath, Roscoe brought his huge forearm down hard against Vern's back, just below the neck. There was a whooshing exhale of air, a muffled groan, and Vern fell face first onto the asphalt.
Roscoe circled his victim, emitting chimpanzee sounds, bobbing his head up and down, and then he reached down and picked Vern up by the lapels of his suit coat.