Secretly Seduced: The Interview Series Book One (14 page)

     “Yes, just like my good friend
Stacy Todd, I agreed to put out to stay out of juvenile. I wound up doing both
cops in the back of their patrol car.  But they were pretty nice about it
afterwards.  They gave me a ride home.”

     “That’s thoughtful.  So how
much did Ricardo your pimp take in,” asked Stacy?

     “He refused to say and ignored my
request for half,” said Portia.

     “Ever go out with Ricardo again?”

     “Unfortunately, he never asked,” said
Portia.  “I swore off boys for a while and joined a girl gang where we ate
each other’s pussy when we weren’t wailing the shit out of females who offended
us.”

     “How did they offend your
sensibilities?”

     “Being too pretty or having rich
parents were the usual reasons,” said Portia.  “Mostly because they were
breathing the same air and that pissed us off.”

     “When they arrived back at their
dorm room, Stacy and Portia spent the evening trying out her purchases. 
After several sessions of anal dildo fucking with various sized implements,
Stacy learned not only to relax but also enjoy it.  Under Portia’s careful
tutoring she learned to achieve an orgasm solely from the sensation of having
something resembling a large cock thrust repeatedly in her asshole.

    My bottom’s sore and it hurts,” said
Adriana during what was turning out to be a marathon anal session with the
Posse

    “Use your fingers.  Play with your
pussy.  It’ll help,” said Stacy her own hand sliding over her semen-coated
clit as she dealt with Brad’s penetration of her anus.

     “You’re right,” said Adriana after
several minutes had gone by.

     Portia was so fucking right thought
Stacy as she pressed herself back to encourage Brad.  In fact, it feels
good now that I’m used to it.

     “Fuck my ass, Brad, pound your cock
up my shithole,” cried Stacy as she forced Brad to slam into her. Stacy’s arms
reached back to spread her buttocks thereby maximizing penetration.  She
was desperate to have him as deep in her bowels as possible.

     The other four men watched intently
as the brothers crouched over Adriana and Stacy.  Stacy realized that
before the evening was finished; all six men would have their cocks inside her
rectum.

     “Time to switch, bro,” said Brad
delivering a loud swat to his brother’s rear.

     Now, it was Bobby driving into
Stacy’s hole.

     “Adriana, reach back, grab your
butt cheeks and spread them like Stacy,” ordered Lou.

     Stacy’s shoulders and face were on
the carpet.  Resting on her knees her bottom was pointed toward the
ceiling.  A crouching Bobby was aiming his cock almost straight down.

     “Hold it open, bitch,” said Bobby
pulling out for a second.  Stacy’s fingers pulled hard on her
buttocks.  She could feel cool air inside her rectum.  Stacy heard
the sound of someone spitting then felt a warm splatter land inside her
anus.  A similar feeling followed when she heard the sound of more
spit.  Stacy purred at the sensation of the warm spit sliding deep inside
her.

     “Nice shot, Bobby.  Stacy
loves it when you spit in her ass.  All the rich Weston girls like a
little Southie spit in their shithole.  Don’t you Stacy?” said Mike
standing beside Bobby.

     “Yeah, I love it.  Fuck me
more,” said Stacy moving her ass in a semi-circle to encourage Bobby to
penetrate her.

     “I’m going to blow,” announced Brad
pounding harder into Adriana’s ass.  Brad’s body became a blur as he held
a whimpering Adriana tight while he squirted cum in her bowels.

    That was when Stacy had the moment she
was later to refer to as the pivotal event on her path to being Mike Cabreeze’s
totally uninhibited slut.

    “Suck it. Lick my dick clean, slut,” said
Brad pulling his cock out of Adriana’s asshole and turning sideways to present
it to Stacy’s mouth. His weightlifter hands grabbed Stacy’s head twisting her
to his slimy manhood.  Stacy’s own asshole was still filled with Bobby’s
cock.

     Looking back, Stacy realized this
was the tipping point in her descent into total depravity.  Up until then,
she’d considered herself a fastidious person unwilling to engage in sexual
practices that would compromise her personal hygiene. Safe sex included a lot
in Stacy’s viewpoint.  Pre Mike, her attitude toward sexual intercourse
excluded anything anal. The old Stacy’s response would have been a loud, “Yuck,
no way,” to anyone suggesting the idea of sucking a cock that seconds before
had been inside someone else’s bowels.  On the DVD, Stacy had watched
herself performing shockingly filthy acts.  But she rationalized she was
drugged and had no will of her own.

     There had been a brief instant when
she thought No, I can’t do such a revolting perverted thing.  His cock has
been inside her rectum.  But that moment quickly passed.  Most
surprisingly, she realized she was anything but reluctant.  She wanted to
take Brad’s unclean cock in her mouth and suck the slime off it.  Mike and
his Posse had brought her to a certain level but from there she traveled on her
own desires.  Decision made, Stacy greedily accepted Brad’s soiled penis
in her mouth exulting in the perversity of such a depraved act.  The smell
of Adriana’s feces filled her nose as she licked the streaks of shit,

     “That’s right, bitch.  Clean
that nasty dick,” said Brad looking over at Mike and smiling.

     “You love that, don’t you baby,”
said Brad turning Stacy’s head to tongue kiss her.  There was nothing
romantic about the way Brad kissed her.  His mouth was wide open.  He
was a large man and his tongue easily reached the back of her throat. 
When the kiss ended, her mouth was filled with his saliva.

     “Yes, I love it,” breathed Stacy
conscious of the long deep strokes that Bobby was taking in her rectum.

     But the ultimate act of perversion
occurred when Brad climaxed in Adriana’s rectum. 

     “Now, show me how a pig slut sucks
butt juice,” said Brad as he brusquely turned Adriana’s body so Stacy was
facing her still gaping sphincter.  There was a thin stream of semen
oozing out of her inflamed rosebud.  Brad’s huge hands grasped Adriana’s
buttocks holding them apart.

      “Felch her asshole, slut.
Suck her shithole clean,” urged Mark.   The six of them were caught
up in the depravity of the moment.  You could cut the sexual energy in the
room with a knife.

      “Suck my ass, Stacy,” commanded
a now thoroughly debauched Adriana, her eyes glazed over with animal lust and
cocaine.

      They wants me to felch her
just like I did with that girl in the video realized Stacy moving her mouth
toward Adriana’s partially open sphincter. I’ve done it before and lived
through it so what does another time matter. Stacy covered Adriana’s open hole,
making loud mouth noises as she applied suction causing her cheeks to hollow.

     “That’s a good pig.  Suck her
shit hole dry then open your mouth and show us what you got,” said Brad.

     Stacy’s mouth quickly filled with
slime.  She raised her head and opened her mouth so Brad could see the
viscous greenish fluid covering her tongue.

     “Fucking awesome,” said Bobby
looking toward Stacy.

     “She’s definitely a pig slut,” said
Brad.  “Now share with Adriana.  We don’t want her to feel left out.”

      Stacy kissed Adriana
partially transferring the slime to her mouth.  The two swapped it back
and forth as they kissed then swallowed the residue.    Moments
later, Adriana got to return the favor when Bobby squirted semen inside Stacy’s
rectum.  A debauched Adriana didn’t hesitate to form her lips around
Stacy’s cum-filled gaping asshole.  Stacy contracted her abdominals and
felt the contents of her bowels into Adriana’s mouth. They kneeled face to
face, masturbating one another to orgasm as they tongue kissed.

     “Oink, oink, oink, those two are
real slut pigs,” laughed Lou as he took a position behind Stacy.  “Now
it’s my turn for a little ass loving.”

***

     “Open your mouth and play with your
pussies,” instructed Mike aiming a video camera at Stacy and Adriana, lying
side by side in the oversized tub.

     After each of the six had orgasmed
in the girl’s anus, they unceremoniously picked up the pair, carried them to
the master bath and dumped them in the tub.

      “Piss love time,” said Mark
aiming his pee hole at their mouths.

      Obediently, Stacy and Adriana
opened their mouth and stuck out their tongues as the stream of hot beer piss
landed on their face.  Both girls furiously worked their clit as Brad
joined in, directing his flow at their pussies.

      “Swallow all you can,”
ordered Mike leaning in for a close-up.

      This is beyond perverted and
sick but it is turning me on realized Stacy as she began to writhe in
orgasm.   Six streams of urine were landing on their bodies covering
them from head to toe.

      Dark yellow pee played across
Stacy’s body driving her from one orgasm to another.    Her
olfactory nerves felt on fire as she breathed in the overpowering aroma.

     “I’m coming,” screamed Stacy after
she swallowed a mouthful of Mark’s golden elixir.

     When Stacy realized the men’s
bladder were empty, she rotated her position bring her face in contact with
Adriana’s pussy.  An inch of pee covered the bottom of the tub.

     “Piss in my mouth while I eat your
cunt,” ordered Stacy as her mouth attacked Adriana’s sex.

     The Posse watched open mouthed as
the two girls experienced multiple orgasms that didn’t end until their bladder
were empty.

      When their lust finally
subsided, Mike spoke.  “You girls wash the piss off and brush your
teeth.  Then join us in the bedroom.  Your little piss love session
got us horny again.”    

     “Man, I am so fucked out,” said
Mike as he and Zack entered the living room.  They were hunting for their
clothes preparing to leave.  It was nearly three in the morning.

     Moments before in the bedroom Stacy
had been on top of Mike in what Portia later identified as the cowgirl reverse
table top position.  The soles of her feet were resting on Mike’s
kneecaps. Her arms pointed straight down braced on his muscular
shoulders.  His hands supported her hips as she thrust her belly toward
the ceiling.  She lifted her lower body to where his cockhead almost
exited her well-lubricated asshole then she lowered herself driving his dick
inside her rectum as far as it would reach.  Her abdominal muscles
contracted squeezing his penis with every ounce of energy she could muster.

     Stacy’s head was tilted back and
down.  The crown of her head pointed toward the bed board.  Her
blonde sweat soaked hair hung down to Mike’s chest.  The position opened
her throat for Mark who was standing straddle of Mike thrusting his cock in her
mouth.  His hands were twisting and kneading her nipples as he forced his
penis into Stacy’s throat.

     “Stand on the bed and skull fuck
her, Mark,” said Mike when Stacy first got on top of him and guided his penis
past her sphincter.  Skull fucking was a term Stacy hadn’t heard
before.  But what Mark did wasn’t the oral sex she experienced.  It
was like his cock was a weapon he rammed down her throat while hurting her
nipples so badly she wanted to scream.  And if that wasn’t enough, the
slenderer Zack was kneeling between Stacy and Mike’s legs shoving his cock in
her vagina.  He would catch her inflamed clitoris between his thumb and
second finger.  He would squeeze hard until the finger slipped off making
a snapping sound.  Each time she heard that snapping sound, her clit
screamed in pain.

     “That’s a clit snap, Stacy. 
Pimps tell me it hurts like hell,” said Zack reaching up with his free hand to
squeeze her throat increasing the pressure of Mark’s cock.

     “That’s about a complete a fucking
as a woman can ever expect,” said Portia when Stacy later described what
occurred.  “I don’t know how you can get more out of a female body than
those three got out of yours.”

     “I wasn’t the first woman they’ve
tripled.  They knew exactly what to do,” said Stacy.

     They seemed focused, intent on
proving a point as they slammed into her.  It was pain and pleasure to the
max as Zack ruthlessly tormented her love button while Mark all but choked her
with his cock while he brought searing pain to her nipples.

     But to Mike, Mark and Zack, Stacy’s
reaction was a surprise.  Far from wanting to escape their brutality she
appeared to relish it.  Her grunts and moans of pleasure combined with the
way her body reacted to torment were unexpected.

     Later, Stacy could only understand
her reaction as totally animalistic.  Her rational human self was absent
replaced by previously dormant instincts.  Her strong youthful body
unleashed intense feeling of passion and abandon as her cognitive senses shut
down allowing her pleasure centers to rule her being.  Stacy felt her core
muscles contract and expand as she experienced a state of continuous
orgasm.  The sensation of having three hard cocks inside her body took the
intensity of her climax to a higher level as her synapses fired high-energy
bolts electrifying her cerebral cortex.

     Fucking those three dicks became my
entire existence decided Stacy later.  There was nothing left in my
universe other than the will to fuck.

     “I’m coming,” said Mike raising his
hips off the bed to slam his groin against Stacy’s buttocks.

    “Gonna blow,” said Mark responding to the
pressure in his groin that signaled ejaculation was imminent.  “Swallow
every drop, bitch.”

    “Let’s go together on three,” said Zack
before he counted.

    Stacy’s brain bordered on madness and
hysteria as she felt all three men commence to orgasm.  Writhing and
twisting as they spurted their essence in her, she experienced the sensation of
having three rivers of hot semen racing into her core and intermixing like the
lava flows she witnessed during a family vacation to Hawaii’s big island.

     She lay on the bed twitching and
moaning for several minutes after Mike had unceremoniously rolled her off
him.  He and the other two had gone to the kitchen for something to
drink.  Stacy was vaguely aware they were laughing and talking about what
a cock mad whore she was.

     Stacy covered in sweat, her wet
hair plastered to her skull, finally got up and wandered zombie like into the
living room and collapsed on the couch.  One of Zodiac’s DVDs was playing
as Mike and Zack entered the room to get dressed.  Mark walked in, leaned
over and kissed Stacy then dropped to the floor in front of her and fell
asleep.

     Stacy was lying on the couch watching
hardcore porn on the large screen television through almost closed eyes. 
Two buxom blondes were holding down a third smaller brunette forcing a large
dildo in her vagina.  When she heard the two men enter, he quickly closed
her eyes pretending to be asleep.  The Epps brothers had left a few
minutes before and Lou was asleep in the bedroom with Adriana.

      “I’m pussy whipped,” said
Mike buttoning his shirt

     “I need eight hours sleep and a
bowl of Wheaties before I’m ready to screw again.  Stacy’s SI is off the
charts,” said Zack stepping over Mark looking directly down on Stacy’s naked
form.  “Cunt’s dead to the world.”

     “SI,” asked Mike?

     “Slut Index, Myrna in Records told
me that one.  Where did you find her anyway?”

     “District Court, she was there with
her parents.  Sean Mulcahy was representing her.  She and a girl
friend were collared for shoplifting.  Girlfriend fled the
state.   I was wondering who was crazy enough to hire a five hundred
dollar an hour lawyer for a shoplifting case.  Her parents on her dad’s
side got megabucks.  She was so pissed about having to plead guilty. 
You could feel her anger.  There was just something about her.  I
couldn’t put my finger on it but I knew it was there,” said Mike.

     “I’ve known a few women like
her.  Aileen, my second, reminds me of Stacy.”

     “Aileen’s problem was she never met
a dick she didn’t like,” said Mike.  “I never could understand why you
married that nympho.”

     “Love is blind,” said Zack.

     “In your case, deaf and dumb too, I
still can’t believe you caught her fucking the pizza delivery boy.”

     “I should have arrested her for
statutory rape but you guys would never have let me forget it.  After we
got divorced, I learned she was putting out for her personal trainer, the
produce manager at the Shop and Go plus the black maintenance guy for the
condo.  I always wondered why at the monthly meeting, other owners would
complain it took forever to get something fixed but we had same day service,”
said Zack.

     “You still see her,” asked Mike?

     “I drop by occasionally for a booty
call when her new hubby is out of town on business,” said Zack.

     “Life is strange,” said Mike.

     “Stacy’s like Aileen.  Once
you get her started on a cock diet, she can’t get enough,” said Zack. 
“She’s certainly pretty enough and the body is more than all right. I loved
that yoga thing she did with us.  That was real Kama Sutra.  You
teach her that?”

     “Nope, she thought that up on her own,”
said Mike referring to when Stacy folded into Dead Man’s pose, bending into a
shoulder stand bring her knees beside her ears.  Mike and Zack had stood
over her together fucking straight down into her pussy and asshole.

     “We all set for next week,” asked
Mike?

     “Yeah, the Jamaican says he can
handle the additional product,” said Zack sounding concerned.  “But for
now, that’s all he can handle.”

     “You don’t seem thrilled,” said
Mike.

     “This isn’t New York or LA. 
Fifty kilos is a lot of heroin for a city this size.  The Jamaican may
have to reduce the price to move that much.”  

     “I know but according to what I
remember from Economics 101 reducing the price increases demand.  And
since heroin is addictive and we control the supply, things will balance out,”
said Mike.

     “If you say so, but there has to be
a limit somewhere.  There are only six million people in greater
Boston.  We can’t make them all users,” said Zack.

      “I know.  That’s why I’m
expanding the product line to include Ecstasy and cocaine,” said Mike.

     “Great, that’s where the real money
is.  Who’s going to be our suppliers?” said Zack.

     “No more fucking middle men. 
For the coke, eventually we’re going right to the source, the Cardozo
brothers.  But Serrentino will be our supplier until we build the demand.”

      “How did you manage that?”

      “I made a connection with an
old family friend. We start out working through New York but if all goes well,
we will be dealing directly with the cartel.  The Epps are going to make a
major bust of the coke dealers in Boston to eliminate the competition. 
Brad and Bobby are going to be heroes in a couple of weeks.”

     “That’s the big time.  And the
E?”

     “Flown in from Israel each
month.  Flight attendant on El Al will deliver ten thousand tablets to
start,” said Mike.

     “Who’ll move that,” asked Zack?

     “Leslie Cabot.”

     “Who the fuck is that?  Is she
one of the real Cabots?”

     “Yes, she’s a true Cabot. 
Obviously, you do not hang with the city’s social elite.  Leslie is a
professional party girl whose trust fund does not meet her needs.  
She’s looking to supplement her meager income so she doesn’t have to drive last
year’s Mercedes.  Leslie Cabot’s on a first name basis with every hot DJ,
hip restaurateur, and club owner in the city.  She gets twenty five
percent of retail.”

    “What’s the street price of a tablet?”

    “Ten dollars, the Israeli gets two. 
We should clear thirty thousand a month at first but it will grow.  Brad
and Bobby will watch her back.”

     “Sounds like we’re moving into the
big time,” said Zack.  “Any plans for her beyond being a fuck toy?” Zack
gestured toward Stacy.

     “Yeah, if she passes all the
tests.  At this point, I’d say the jury’s still out,” said Mike.

     “And if she doesn’t?”

     “There’s always the Atlantic or the
Charles,” said Mike.  “Still, it would be a waste.”

     “Your last protégé didn’t make it,”
said Zack.   “She was a looker, too.”

     “Stacy’s smarter.  Besides,
it’s the uncertainty that makes life interesting,” said Mike as the two men
finished dressing.

     “Can you let me have my cut
early?  Kendra said the next time I was late with her alimony and child
support, she was calling her lawyer,” said Zack.

     “Sure, there’s enough cash in the
kitty,” said Mike.  “Five thousand ok?”

     “Can you make it seventy five
hundred?”

     “No problem.”

     Stacy listened as the men went into
one of the back bedrooms. Stacy head the closet door slide open.  She
couldn’t hear what they were saying.

     “Thanks, Mike, see you at the
station,” said Zack as the two men left.

     Stacy got up quietly stepping over
a sleeping Mark.  When she peeked in the master bedroom, she saw Lou in
bed asleep curled up with Adriana.  He was snoring loudly holding her in his
arms. Stacy tiptoed into the spare bedroom.  The furniture looked like
something advertised on television as a complete bedroom set for less than a
thousand dollars.  She took a deep breath and reached for the closet
door.   She opened it very slowly trying not to make any noise.

    The closet was empty except for a dozen
equally empty coat hangers.   It can’t be empty thought Stacy. 
Mike opened it to give Zack the money.  She ran her hand over the closet
shelf but the only contact was with the painted pine.    It’s
got to be in here Stacy told herself.  I heard him open the closet
door.  She was about to give up when she noticed the carpet was brushed to
one side.

    Stacy kneeled down on the floor. 
She ran her hand along the baseboard.  As her hand approached the corner,
she felt a slight movement and heard a distinctive click.  The side of the
closet swung open to reveal an unlighted hidden space.

    Stacy stepped into the dark. Something
touched her face almost causing her to scream.  Her hand reflexively
grabbed at the object catching it. It was a light chord.  She pulled it
and an overhead bulb illuminated the room.

    The first thing to catch her eye was the
collection of guns and rifles.  Someone had driven nails into the bare
studs and hung a number of semi-automatic pistols by the trigger guard. 
Others were still in their original packages.  It struck Stacy as
unorganized.

     Quality firearms realized Stacy
noting the manufacturer and models of the weapons. Then she saw the safe and
the file cabinet.  The key to the file cabinet was in the lock.  Mike
must have assumed the room was too well hidden to worry about locking it. 
Stacy slid the top drawer of the file cabinet open.  It was filled with
hanging folders.  Names were hand printed on the tabs.  It didn’t
seem to be in any particular order.

     Mike Cabreeze, you need to
alphabetize your filing and organize and clean your weapons decided Stacy
recalling how her father’s collection was always perfectly ordered and
meticulously clean.   It was at that moment, she spied the tab
reading Todd, Stacia G.  She hurriedly removed the thick folder wishing
her heart were not beating so fast.

     Jesus, how did he get that wondered
Stacy when she found herself looking at her high school transcript? 
Beside the transcript was a DVD labeled Stacy Does Cambridge Gold Master. 
Stacy considered taking it but decided Mike might discover it was
missing.  She thumbed through a stack of pictures, some obviously taken
with a telephoto lens.  One picture caught her eye.  It was Stacy
coming out of the shower at her health club.  A towel was around her waist
but her breasts were clearly visible.  Someone had used a felt tip pen to
draw a circle around her boobs.  There was an exclamation point beside the
circle.