AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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AUTHOR's NOTE - © 2003 by Switch Blayde. All Rights Reserved. Copying, Duplicating, Downloading, Reposting, or use in any way, other than for the reader's personal enjoyment, is STRICTLY prohibited without the written consent of the author. In the last chapter, Holly Wood, the TV celebrity whose mind was now controlled by music producer Jeff Blunt, was forced to suck and fuck Jeff and her boss (Manfred Manning) in the studio in Blunt's mansion. EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Part 1 and Part 2. |
Chapter 4
"Oh, do tell us about Jeff Blunt," one of the young news girls bubbled.
Holly sat uncomfortably in the large conference room awaiting the start of their daily news meeting. The others in the room had no idea what she had done at Blunt's mansion, but she felt like everyone knew. She was so embarrassed about her shameless performance. How could she have let those men do all those things to her? Hell, she even begged for it. But at least it was over and done with. The memory of it was burned into her brain, and the men knew about it, but that's all. "Oh shit, the tattoos," Holly thought to herself, squirming uncomfortably in her seat, remembering the tattoos on her ass-cheeks. That was a physical reminder.
"He's loaded," was all Holly could muster to answer the girl's inquiry.
Just then Manfred Manning entered the room. All eyes were on Manfred as he sat down... all eyes except Holly's. She couldn't face her boss. She despised him, yet she sucked his cock and let him fuck her in the pussy and ass. The silence caused Holly to look up and she saw Manfred staring at her. She blushed and looked down again.
"So Holly, tell us about your visit with Jeff Blunt," Manfred said, the glint in his eyes recognized only by Holly.
All eyes turned to Holly and she wondered if they noticed her red cheeks. If she had the power, Manfred would have dropped dead right then and there.
"He was an interesting man," Holly said. "He's very rich and powerful and seems to be the kind of man who gets his way," she said, using her best non-emotional news voice.
"I hear he has a harem," Manfred continued, not letting Holly off the hook.
"I-I wouldn't know about that," Holly said, losing some of her composure.
"Okay then, let's begin," Manfred said. Holly wondered if the others heard her sigh of relief to be off the topic of Jeff Blunt. "You're finally going to get what you wanted," Manfred continued, looking directly at Holly.
"Wh-What? What do I want?" the befuddled woman apprehensively asked.
"To meet Corrupt Sound," Manfred said with a chuckle knowing that he was toying with Holly. "Didn't you say you wanted to meet the band? Well, you are going to get the chance. They will be at Blunt's tonight and are expecting you."
Holly turned white. She was being told to go back to Blunt's mansion where she had done all those disgusting things. How could she face the music producer? What if he wanted her to do something sexual?"
"I-I ch-changed my m-mind," Holly stuttered.
The others in the room had never seen the TV celebrity lose her poise. She had always oozed self-confidence.
"Nonsense," her boss said very loud, "Jeff specifically asked for you. So, now that that's settled, the next thing on the agenda is...."
While Manfred continued the meeting, Holly fretted over going to the mansion again. She fidgeted in her seat and wondered how she was going to handle it. Not only had she done all those sexual things in front of him, but his tattoos were on her buttocks. "He probably thinks he owns me," she thought to herself. But she had no excuse not to go, so she made up her mind that she would be firm with Blunt and there was no way he was going to take advantage of her again. And, after all, she was going to meet Corrupt Sound.
Holly didn't know what to wear for that night. If things had been different, she would have dressed real sexy for the band but, after the events with the music producer, she felt uncomfortable. She must have pulled out a dozen outfits, and they were scattered all over her bedroom. She finally settled on a white button-down blouse and a pleated skirt that was above her knees, but not too short.
After the long drive, Holly was let into the mansion by the same stunning girl wearing a similar thong bathing suit as the last time. This time, however, when Holly saw the tattoos on the girl's butt-cheeks she shuddered knowing she had identical tattoos on her own ass. She still couldn't understand why she had allowed them to tattoo her, but she didn't understand a lot of what happened that day.
"So nice to see you again," Jeff Blunt said, grabbing Holly's upper arms and planting a kiss on her cheek. "The guys aren't here yet. Would you like something to drink?"
"Actually, it was a long ride... could I use your restroom?"
"Sure, sure," Blunt said in a booming voice, "go down that hall and turn left... first door you come to."
Holly walked towards the bathroom and felt the music producer's eyes locked on her. She wondered if he was looking at her ass -- with his "brand" on it -- and tried not to sway her hips too much. She entered the bathroom and locked the door, and then walked to the toilet. She reached under her skirt to pull her panties down, only to find skin.
"What the fuck!" she said under her breath realizing she was naked under her skirt. "How the fuck could I have forgotten my panties?" she pondered while sitting down, not knowing that her mind was now conditioned to go without underwear when coming to the mansion.
After relieving herself, Holly walked back to the room where Blunt was waiting, now very self-conscious of her nakedness under her skirt. She accepted the seat Jeff offered and made sure her knees were closed shut and her skirt was pulled down. The last thing she wanted was for him to see that she didn't have panties on.
While they chatted, Holly began to get excited. What was it with the music producer? She didn't find him attractive, but every time she was in his presence she seemed to get aroused. And now her pussy was juicing up so much she thought it would leave a big wet spot on the back of her skirt. She scolded herself for forgetting her panties.
"Why are you squirming?" Blunt asked, fully cognizant of the reason since he was playing with her mind.
"Am I?" Holly responded. "I didn't notice." But that was a lie. Holly was getting more aroused and felt the need to rub her pussy so she tried moving against the chair seat. "I guess I have to go to the bathroom," Holly said, thinking she could masturbate in the privacy of the toilet.
"But you just went? Do you have a bladder problem?" Jeff asked in an astonished, but caring tone.
"No, I don't have...." Holly began, embarrassed at the accusation, but then realized her mistake.
"Maybe the long drive was too much for you," Jeff offered and then turned and hollered, "Peaches, please come in here."
Holly sat dumbfounded while the tall, stunning girl entered the room. Her near nudity bothered Holly, but she tried not to show it. But then she looked more intently at the girl's body. She was around 20 years old with large breasts and long curvy legs. Her long red hair hung behind her in a long ponytail stopping at her waist. Her hips were full and her waist as narrow as any Playboy Bunny. She reminded Holly of a Barbie Doll, except with red hair.
"Peaches, Holly seems out of sorts. Go give her a nice neck and shoulder massage," Jeff instructed.
The tall redhead didn't hesitate and walked behind Holly. The stunned celebrity didn't react until she felt the other woman's hands on her shoulders.
"No, I'm fine. I don't need a massage. Please don't do that."
But when she reached up and cupped the other woman's hand she didn't push it away. All of a sudden the massage felt great and was exactly what Holly needed. Her hand dropped back into her lap as her eyes closed, enjoying the other woman's kneading fingers. Some faraway voice in her head was telling her how much she enjoyed it.
Unfortunately for Holly, the massage was aggravating her problem -- she was getting more aroused. While the beautiful Barbie look-a-like was rubbing her shoulders, Holly was moving her pelvis, grinding herself into the seat. Without even knowing why, Holly reached up and grabbed the woman's right hand and pulled it to her breast. Peaches didn't resist and started squeezing Holly's firm tit. When Holly pulled the girl's other hand to her other breast, Peaches leaned over with her mouth next to Holly's ear.
Holly's hands were covering the other girl's hands... pressing them... urging Peaches to squeeze her tits. Holly had never felt anything sexual towards another woman. In fact, women were always considered rivals. But there was something about this girl that was different. She didn't know why, but a voice in her head told her so.
Holly started purring as the other woman began squeezing and rubbing her breasts. Holly leaned her head back with her eyes closed and found it resting on Peaches' near-naked big breasts. Holly's first instinct was to pull away, but instead she wiggled her head until it sunk between the two large orbs. To Holly's dismay, Peaches' hands vacated her breasts. She was about to complain when she felt something tugging against the back of her head. Peaches had untied her bikini top and was pulling it off. Holly nudged her head against Peaches' bare breasts until she felt the warm skin on either side of her head. And then to Holly's delight, Peaches' hands were once again on her breasts.
Holly felt hot breath against her ear and then Peaches' tongue snake inside. The wet tongue pushed in as deep as it could and then swirled around. Holly couldn't hold back her sighs of pleasure. Meanwhile, Peaches' fingers were undoing the buttons on Holly's shirt, one at a time. When completely undone, Peaches yanked the blouse out of Holly's skirt and pulled it apart, exposing her naked breasts.
Peaches withdrew her tongue from Holly's ear and leaned over the TV celebrity's shoulder, grabbing a hard nipple between her lips. When Peaches began sucking on Holly's tit and gently nipping at her nipple, Holly moaned her approval. She opened her eyes and saw the other girl's huge breasts and placed her hand around one. She mauled Peaches' tit for a while and then stuffed it into her mouth. Now both girls were sucking on each other's breast.
Holly felt the other girl's hand cup her pussy over her skirt. She was startled at first, but then spread her legs as the other girl's hand rubbed her crotch. Peaches stretched her arm and grabbed the bottom of Holly's skirt, pulling it to her waist. Holly knew her pussy, void of panties, was visible to the music producer, but she didn't care. Well, she cared, but she couldn't stop making love to the other girl. Holly's legs were apart while Peaches' fingers played with her blonde pubic hairs and then sunk into her pussy. Peaches was behind the seated Holly, leaning over her with an outstretched arm and finger-fucking the TV celebrity. At the same time, Peaches' mouth was sucking on Holly's tit and Holly was doing the same to Peaches' breast.
"Hey mates, looks like the party started without us."
Holly heard the voice with the heavy British accent and suddenly felt embarrassed making love to another girl. She violently pushed Peaches off her and stared at the five men dressed in torn jeans and tee-shirts, with tattoos all over their arms and necks. Leering at her were the members of Corrupt Sound. Holly realized how exposed she was and snapped her knees together, yanking her skirt down, and then pulled the two halves of her blouse together and held them tight. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it.
"Th-This isn't what it looks like," Holly cried out.
The band members all laughed and the drummer said, "I guess you had something stuck up your cunt and the other bitch was helping you get it out."
"Who do you think you're talking to?" Holly yelled indignantly.
"Just a hot slut," the drummer responded.
"I don't need to take your shit...." Holly began, but stopped talking when she heard a voice in her head.
Peaches was quietly standing behind her and Holly looked over her shoulder and located the other girl's hand -- the fingers of which were still glistening with Holly's pussy juices. Holly reached over her shoulder and pulled Peaches' hand to her face and stuffed the two wet fingers into her mouth. She held onto the hand with both of hers as if to keep it from moving away which caused her unbuttoned blouse to separate, exposing parts of her breasts. She heard the men laughing, but couldn't stop sucking and licking her juices off the other girl's fingers.
When there was no longer a trace of her pussy-juice on Peaches' fingers, Holly reluctantly released her hold on the other girl's hand. Self-consciously, Holly grabbed her blouse and pulled it together. She didn't know why she had just sucked Peaches' fingers, but she lowered her eyes in shame while the men made crude comments about it.
"Taste good, sweety?" one asked.
"I got something better for you to suck on," another said, grabbing his crotch.
"Naw, the slut likes her own juice. Too bad she can't lick her own cunt. Hey, why not?" the lead singer said.
Holly's head shot up when two men surrounded her. They grabbed her arms and dragged her onto the floor. Holly tried fighting them off, but they were too strong for her. She soon found herself on her back with her legs spread. The lead singer was between her splayed legs with a hand under each of her knees. He pushed her legs up and back, bending Holly like a pretzel. She looked up in shock as her skirt fell towards her body, exposing her pussy and ass to the men.
"Let me go," Holly screamed, and then grunted as the lead singer got up and put his weight on the backs of Holly's legs.
"Get a pillow under her head," he said when he didn't think he could push her far enough.
Someone pulled a cushion off the couch and placed it under Holly's head. She was squirming, trying to break free, but was hopelessly pinned. With the cushion under her head, propping it up, the lead singer once again began pushing on the back of her legs. Someone yanked her skirt out of the way and Holly saw her pussy getting closer and closer to her face. And then with a little more effort, she was doubled over so that her own pubic hairs tickled her nose and lips. Her mouth was against her own pussy.
Holly couldn't believe they were doing this to her. She was furious, as well as embarrassed. She was going to get them all thrown into jail. She was going to cut their cocks off. She was going to kill them all. She was going to.... Holly smelled her pussy and all of a sudden had a craving for her pussy-juice again. It was that damn voice in her head. It told her she needed it. She told herself no, but her tongue slipped out of her mouth and licked between her hairy labia. She was actually licking her own pussy.
Holly had never even thought about licking a girl's pussy, let alone her own. She was uncomfortable, being bent in two, but she craved her pussy juice and was grateful that it was within reach. Her tongue kept licking inside her slit, getting more and more of the juice as her pussy produced it. Then she was getting aroused. Not only did she want to drink her pussy-juice, but now she wanted to orgasm. She wiggled her tongue around until she found her mark and pushed it into her hole.
The band members and the music producer gathered around the spectacle. They watched as Holly debased herself by tongue-fucking her own pussy. The slurping noises she was making were so loud that every man in the room had a hard-on. Even Peaches moved in for a closer look, not believing her eyes.
Holly continued to lick her pussy and then felt a finger slip into her asshole. She felt totally exposed in her position, but couldn't do anything about it. While her own tongue thrust into her pussy, the lead singer's finger slipped in and out of her ass. Holly's face was covered with her pussy-juice, but she didn't care. She wanted to orgasm and the finger in her ass was actually helping to stimulate her. But she needed more and stretched her neck, dragging her tongue out of her hole and through her slit until it located her clit. Her clit was just within reach, and she wiggled her tongue in order to lick it. But only the tip of her tongue made contact.
"Bend me more," she cried out.
The lead singer gently pressed on the backs of her legs, afraid he'd break her in half. All the while, Holly's tongue kept lashing out for her clit which was just out of reach. But as her legs were pushed back more, her pussy got closer to her mouth and soon her tongue was able to lick her swollen clit. They all watched as her tongue flicked all over the protruding object and then, when the lead singer pressed harder on her legs, Holly was able to capture her clit within her lips. She began sucking the aroused flesh while flicking it with her tongue. That was all she needed to bring her over the top.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!" Holly screamed as a powerful orgasm consumed her spasming body. She licked up the juices she discharged and then went limp. The lead singer lowered her legs and everyone watched the TV celebrity lying on her back with her skirt at her waist and her blouse wide open, breathing heavily. Her red swollen pussy lips were wet and her chin, cheeks, nose, and lips were covered in saliva and pussy-juice.
When Holly came out of her dazed state she looked at all the faces looking down at her and gasped. She yanked her skirt down and again clutched the two halves of her blouse together. She was humiliated, having licked her own pussy and bringing herself to an orgasm with her tongue. The tears began running down the sides of her face onto the carpet. She wondered what was becoming of her.
With her eyes closed, Holly sensed something hovering above her. She opened her eyes and saw a bald beaver over her face. Peaches had removed her bikini bottoms and was on her knees straddling Holly's head. Holly stared dumbly at the long, slightly gaping slit. She was about to say something when Peaches sat on her face, covering her mouth.
Holly began to squirm, trying to break free, but soon had hands holding her legs and arms down. She was once again helpless. But she wasn't going to service the other girl... no way. She was not into girls and was not going to do it. Even when Peaches began moving to and fro, rubbing her pussy against Holly's mouth, the TV celebrity refused to succumb to her. She was not going to do it, no matter what.
Then Holly had that craving again. Some faraway voice told her that if she didn't get more pussy-juice she would die of thirst. It seemed impossible, but also very real. Peaches stopped moving when she felt Holly's tongue push against her pussy. Holly maneuvered her tongue until it was inside the other girl's slit and wiggled it around, searching for the fluid she craved. The first thing she realized was that Peaches tasted different from her. But the taste didn't matter. She had a need for pussy-juice and her tongue went searching for it.
Peaches felt Holly's tongue and slightly lifted up. She looked between her legs and saw Holly's tongue lashing at her pussy. The faraway voice in Peaches' head told her what she needed and was pleased the other girl was providing it. By now the men stopped holding onto Holly's limbs and gathered around her head. They watched the beautiful TV celebrity lick the cunt of another gorgeous girl.
Peaches used her fingers to spread her labia and Holly covered them with her own hands to ensure the pussy remained open. Her tongue kept licking inside the slit and Peaches began to get moist. Holly longed for the fluid and lapped more vigorously which caused Peaches to get even wetter.
Holly wanted more and located Peaches' hole. She made her tongue taut and shoved it inside. Peaches let out a moan as she felt Holly's tongue inside her. Holly pulled her tongue back into her mouth, enjoying the taste, and then thrust it back into Peaches' pussy. In and out... in and out, her tongue moved. It was too much for Peaches and she sat back down on Holly's face. Leaning forward, Peaches rubbed her pussy against Holly's lips and nose, making sure her clit got stimulated. Holly's tongue kept lashing out, searching for Peaches' pussy and her fluids, but it was hit and miss. Then Peaches dropped to her forearms and rapidly rubbed her clit against Holly's face. With a muffled moan, Peaches came, dripping her juices into Holly's open mouth.
When Peaches stood up, Holly was left on the floor with her face coated with hers and Peaches' pussy-juice. The guys were all staring at her, whispering to themselves. Holly noticed they all had big bulges in their pants. She wondered what was going to happen next.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 4
