Grinning lewdly then, Ed began to advance toward the bed, still holding himself two-handed, his eyes feasting on the body of his new assistant. At the bed he stopped, gave Carrie one quick, scorching stare, grasped the forgotten lifeless dildo from her limp hand, placed it beside his own cock and relocking his eyes on Mimi's, smiled.
Not one word had been spoken since his boastful claim, and now there seemed no need. Ed was clearly in command of all their destinies. The boast had been made, the instrument of proof had been graphically introduced – now all that remained was the verdict. And there would be no hung jury, for the prosecutor was impatient.
"Bend over," he spat viciously at Carrie.
When she stood there, not moving, not speaking, her eyes wide, not understanding, the hand holding his cock unclasped, rose swiftly and smacked back handed across her cheek. "Bend over, bitch!" he repeated, his tone cold.
She did.
And Mimi gasped, raising her hand to her mouth.
With the speed of a striking cobra, Ed's other hand jabbed out and up, his aim perfect as he rammed the plastic cock between Carrie's thighs.
She groaned painfully as the force of his thrust toppled her face forward and writhing onto the bed, some four or five inches of the huge dildo buried painfully in her cunt. Immediately both her hands snaked out from under her body and out and around her full wriggling buttocks, clutching desperately in an attempt to remove the source of her discomfort.
Futile were her attempts, or Ed stepped forward, placed one hand on the small of her back, pinning her, and with the palm of the other crammed the remaining length of the dildo right up into her cringing cunt.
Carrie moaned, nearly lost consciousness, then felt the dildo vibrate into life. Her whole body shuddered.
"That's what you get, bitch!"
Mimi turned away, embarrassed and afraid. These people were lunatics! Emotionally, she was suffering with the older girl, but deep down inside her there was another feeling, a growing sensation between her own tightly closed thighs that she could not – did not – want to name. She was humiliated that something so obscene and degrading could affect her this way. And she was afraid of her reaction, too.
Then her eyes opened wide with terror, a terror so real that she was sure a thousand tiny rats' feet were scurrying over her naked body. But it was only Ed's hand slowly inching along her leg, and she was powerless to do anything about it. No! her brain screamed. Don't take anymore… don't let anybody take advantage of you. How much do you need to be convinced? First Osborn, your professor, then the photographer, then the dog, yourself, Carrie… and now Ed…? Either submit or leave. Submit or leave… submit or leave… the words echoed in her head, rattling, battling with her better, higher, more rational senses.
Submit… came the answer in bold, scarlet letters.
Submit, she did.
Ed's creeping fingers reached her pubic mound and she felt a shiver of… excitement! Then his fingers slipped forcefully into the cleft of her tightly clenched thighs, then made convulsive contact with the tender softness of her moistly warm and inviting pussy slit. Wasting no time, his rigid middle finger quickly parted the soft curls, sought out its mark and plunged up into the sheath of her cunt. Her legs relaxed without hesitation. Immediately, sensing her willingness, Ed's hand rammed between her legs, opening them; there was nothing stopping him and his whole hand suddenly fastened over the moist tenderness of her soft fleshy cuntal folds, his middle finger probing inquisitively far up into her wet warm belly, his lips suddenly lowering to her nakedly vulnerable thighs. Again she was caught totally by surprise and that had been just what Ed was counting on.
Spreading the ivory smoothness forcefully wider, he began to kiss his way up to the soft triangle at the base squirming belly, nibbling tenderly at the sensitive smoothness of her inner thighs, each gentle nip sending a fresh chill through her confused, tormented body.
Mimi opened her eyes just enough to catch a fleeting glimpse of Carrie, her naked buttocks now pistoning savagely up and down on the impaling dildo held between her hotly engulfing cuntal lips by her own hands!
Mimi blinked, then blinked again. Ed was toweling over her body, holding his menacing cock shaft between his two hands, looking down at her with an evil smirk.
"You like that?" he said, leaning nearer. "That look as big as a horse's cock… huh?" It was… maybe bigger. Quickly, Mimi's courage faded along with the color on her cheeks. She couldn't move. She lay naked before him like an excited young Venus as he dropped again to his knees, panting like a starved animal.
Then he began kissing her stomach, his hands flat between her thighs. He spread the soft fleshy flanges of her vulnerable cuntal cleft with his thumbs, slowly, drawing the puffy fluted lips apart to expose the moist coraline slit to his cruel gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment, then with a groan, buried his head between her thighs and began probing his swirling tongue up into the spasmodically throbbing warmth of her very violated pussy.
Inside of Mimi's flailing head, her brain struggled to count the number of times today that pleasure button down there had been titillated to orgasm. Herself, Carrie, the dog, Ed… how many times could a girl cum in one day, for Chrissakes? her mind rebuked.
A long low, soulful moan escaped Mimi's lips as her buttocks ground hungrily down into the bed in a hopeless attempt to quell her need.
Ed licked frantically at her pussy slit, his tongue searching and finding her erect clitoris, then fastening tightly around the tiny, turgidly throbbing knob. Mimi squirmed helplessly as he savagely assaulted her loins, sucking and nibbling on the little pulsing node, rolling it sensitively between his teeth, feeling her body quiver hungrily beneath his touch.
Desperately she tried to fight the feelings, but once again she lost the fight. Ripple after ripple of shivering pleasure surged through her obscenely defiled body. Ed stepped up the pace, his darting tongue sluicing into the puffy pink folds, then snaking past them to tease into the moist depths of her warmly throbbing pussy sheath, flicking hungrily, swirling.
Oh, why did I ever come here…? Her mind asked a useless question.
Ed could see that was almost cumming. A few seconds more and he'd be able to do anything he wanted to his new assistant. She would be his assistant, all right… just as all the other coeds had. Some willingly, some not so willingly. This one, he knew, was easy. A real push-over.
Pushing her legs up and back, he wormed his tongue out of her fervently clutching pussy and down into the narrow valley of her buttocks until he found the tight-puckered ring of her anus. Then, poking his tongue against the taut little portal, he flicked the tip right into her forbidden nether depths!
This unexpected attack brought a moan of tortured anguish from Mimi's parted lips, her eyes clenching tightly shut, her teeth bared slightly as the new agonizingly beautiful sensation rippled through her body.
"Ohhhh, God, pleeez… what are you trying to do to meee!" She squirmed to escape the hot flicking tongue probing into her anus. Ed gave a coarse chuckle.
Mimi sobbed helplessly before this new attack, but gradually, in spite of the shame, she felt her body continue to disobey her mind. Her firm undulating buttocks began to jerk back against Ed's probing tongue involuntarily as spasms of helpless ecstasy rippled through her nerve endings.
She knew she could stand it no longer – there was no use. Her rational mind had lost – she was being controlled by a traitorous insatiable demon of lust.
Her aroused body was jerking spasmodically, her gyrating hips grinding uncontrollably with slow abandoned need as his tongue thrust up into her. Mimi reached down and gripped his hair with her fingers and with a low, soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest, pulled his lips tight against her naked loins. Forgotten was the poor puppy cowering under that very bed, and forgotten was Carrie.