Consumed Pt. 04

Consumed

By JustJake051

Part Four

Chapter Thirteen

Claire Hughes was ecstatic. The tall, beautiful redhead had never felt so good about her life. Everything was so incredibly perfect right now, she couldn't believe it. She was in full control of her life and her wayward husband Brad, and she did so much love being in control of things. Her recent "intervention" with her husband had put an end to his philandering and adultery and her new friends were amazing, and all so incredibly hot. They had taken her to a whole new world in her sex life. Yes, she was all about control and order and now it seemed she had both in her life.

She was feeling great as she walked to her car in the parking garage, just like she did every evening after work. But today was special. Leaving work for the day, she felt incredible about herself, empowered, having just given her notice to the company. Claire was ready to start her own consulting company in tech security. Having met and discussed her business ideas with her husband's boss, billionaire Ed Blanton, she now had every confidence that she could start her own business and succeed. She had spent four hours on her laptop showing Ed how vulnerable his company's computer systems were and telling him how it could be improved. It was time well spent. Ed Blanton was clearly impressed with her knowledge and expertise in technology.

For a moment while walking out of the building, she remembered the day she got the ominous fortune cookie with its dark, mysterious message. "You will be consumed in The Year of the Dragon," the fortune said. She smiled at how fearful she had been, given this was the Year of the Dragon in the Chinese calendar. Her mind was deep in thought about the next steps in her life, and she didn't notice the black, battered van parked next to her car. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the door slide open, then a cold, wet cloth was smashed over her nose and mouth. And that was all she remembered.

As Claire Hughes regained consciousness, she knew instantly that there was something very wrong. Her shoulders hurt and she couldn't feel her arms. She couldn't move her legs. She couldn't speak, and she couldn't see. Everything was dark. She could feel something, like a ball filling her mouth, sending jolts of pain into her jaw muscles. She could hear the tiny noise of a small electric motor nearby, and she could feel a strange sensation in her crotch and heard people moving around her. She felt the rhythmic pull in her vaginal area, like something was sucking or tugging at her sex. She felt the tight, warm sensation between her legs, like every nerve down there was being touched, rubbed. Then it stopped and she felt something released, like a cover was being pulled off of her vagina. She just couldn't figure out want was happening to her.

And then it started. Again, there was movement around her and then she felt something shoved inside her. She instantly realized it was a man's cock, and it started moving. Soon, she felt him against her, pounding inside her. Now she realized she was being wildly fucked by someone. She couldn't move, couldn't fight back. And the cock inside her just kept pounding away. Then she felt it, she felt him come, the warm fluid filling her vagina. And then it stopped, and she felt the dwindling cock slide out of her. Then, more movement and suddenly another stiff cock pushed deep inside her. At that moment, the hood was jerked off her head.

"Wha'd I tell ya'," she heard a voice say. "She's a real fuckin' beauty. We got her frogtied here for ya'. She's as wide open as you can git. You ain't ever seen titties like that before, guys. You gonna' get your twenty bucks worth on this one."

Claire squinted, opening and closing her dark green eyes, trying to focus, to see, to adjust to the light. There, inches away from her face, was a man on top of her, bearded, large and his smell was enough to make her vomit. Her eyes flashed right and then left. She could see that she was lying on an old, filthy mattress on the floor of a room in what looked like an abandoned building. Another glance around and she realized it seemed to be a room in an old, abandoned motel somewhere. There were no curtains, the windows broken out, deteriorating walls and ceilings, with only the old mattress in the room and a chair. There was no traffic around, at least none she could hear. She was in the middle of nowhere, but she didn't know where.

She could see that her knees had been pulled up and her thighs now tightly secured to her lower legs with duct tape. Her legs were spread apart and tied with ropes to the floor. Her arms were pulled apart and tied to the floor into large screw eyes fastened to the old wooden flooring. She was tied fast and spread wide open, her vagina now available and easily accessible. An old dirty pillow had been wedged under her lower back, elevating her hips up into the air. Every nerve in her cunt was tingling, roaring from being rubbed by the man's cock. She had no idea what was happening to her, she just knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was helpless.

"MMMMMMUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!" she groaned "MMMAAAAHHHHH!" she wailed again, but only the muffled sounds of anger pushed past the red ball crammed tightly in her mouth and held snug by the leather straps and buckles. She hadn't wanted to have an orgasm. Not like this. But she had no control in this situation.

Then man on top of her had finished and another man now knelt between her tied, spread legs and roughly jammed his stiff erection deep inside her. Then he finished and then another man moved in, then another and another. She could see that the plastic bucket on floor next to her had "$20" written on it and was filling up, handfuls of crumpled bills stuffed the bucket. Then her husband, Brad Hughes, walked into her vision.

"There's my little moneymaker. You're now a twenty-dollar whore, babe. Looks like that SLUT tattoo you got on your ass is going to work out perfectly for you." Brad circled slowly around and stood on the other side of his wife, who was firmly tethered and tied to the floor, her gaping cunt seeping semen and tilted up to the ceiling. "You didn't think you were going to get away with that stunt you pulled, did you? The pool party, and that so-called, marriage agreement?"

Brad knelt down next to the filthy mattress and clamped a nipple clip onto one of Claire's large, erect nipples, the sharp teeth biting deep into her sensitive flesh.

"OOOOWWWWW!!" she screamed into the gag, but Brad continued to the other nipple. Each clip had attached a small red plastic ball. Brad stood and reached into his pocket. Suddenly Claire felt the two clips begin to vibrate and then a shock with tiny electric jolts.

"MMmmmuuuuu," Claire moaned, as her husband stood over her, smiling, laughing. Then Brad placed his hand on Clair's abdomen and pressed down hard.

"C'mon honey, let's squirt some of that cum out, so we can pump your cunt up again," Brad said, and he pressed down firmly and several large waves of cum spurted out of her.

"You'll never outsmart me, honey," he said, turning the vibrating clips off momentarily.

He moved up and leaned in closely to her face, smiling. Then he pressed his hand on her throat and began to squeeze, cutting off her air, choking her.

"You're just too damn smart for your own good. Why didn't you just fuck Devon Carlson like you were supposed to? He said he could turn you into a cock-crazed bimbo in four weeks. That you'd instantly fall in love with his huge cock. He was even going to take you off my hands. Turn you into his own bimbo. Said he was going to get some work done on you, triple the size of those tits of yours, get those lips filled, so they'd match your pussy lips, to help you suck cock better. He was even going to turn you into a blonde. Said he had a thing for fucking blondes."

Brad lifted his cellphone, positioned it between Claire's spread legs and pressed.

"See, honey," he said holding up the picture on his cellphone for Claire to see. "We used a little pussy pump on that cunt of yours, so you could look like a bitch in heat, and that's what you're going to be from now on. You can see it's doing wonders for sales."

On the cellphone screen was a picture of Claire's cunt, swollen, bright pink and glistening. Oh God, she thought, as she looked at the picture. Her swollen cunt was the size of a grapefruit. Brad reached down and smashed his hand against the enormous pile of swollen flesh between her legs, her vaginal lips now distended and huge. He rubbed hard several times and laughed.

"MMMMMMUUUHHHH," she groaned, squirming, trying to get away from his touch.

"Yea, he was going to break you and turn you into a mindless, hot bitch. Did you really think you could control me with Victor and that Leon guy? And that cock cage. Really? Come on. No, sweetheart, this is my revenge. We're even recording your little performance today on camera. It'll be a nice memory for me," he said, gesturing to a camera setting on a tripod next to the mattress. "Let's say we just shred that contract you forced me sign. These fellas here are some friends of mine that used to be with the company. They owe me a little favor, so when I asked them to help pick you up, they were all in. Plus, I showed them pictures of you, and I said they could fuck you if they helped. Well, they couldn't wait."

"Cut her on again, guys," Brad said, as he moved down and pressed the large, clear plastic cup over her cunt again. She felt the suction of the pump quickly seal up around her swollen cunt, as it began methodically pumping away, tugging again on her tender flesh.

"AAAAHHHHH!" Claire wailed, as the vibrators on her nipples and the suction pump on her cunt were both cut back on.

"Just so you know, I've arranged for a little surprise party for you," Brad said, a large grin breaking out on his face. He waited several more minutes as the pump continued to hum, sucking Claire's vagina into the cup. Then, Brad cut off the nipple vibrators and the pump, as her moaning quieted.

"Since I going to be too busy as the new VP of Blanton Industries, I won't have the time to break you and turn you into the obedient slut you're going to become. I've got a big motorcycle gang that's traveling through and they're gonna' stop by. I told them they can have some fun with you. They'll keep you for a few months and do whatever they want. Oh, I know those biker chicks are going to love that big, hot cunt of yours. They'll have you until you're broken and are just good, obedient fuck meat. I figured you'd like that. I told them they can even add to your tattoos. Then, I'll get you back, and you can be my little sex slave. You know, my maid, mindless with an apron and those big tits of yours sticking out," Brad said, laughing aloud. "Maybe I'll even take you around with me when I'm the new company VP. The men in the company can fuck you. You know, an incentive, as a reward for good performance. How about that? You'd like that."

Brad pulled an old wooden chair over next to the mattress and sat down, still smiling at Claire, as he pulled the large plastic dome off her stretched vagina. She could hear the vacuum seal break as he pulled away the clear dome, now completely filled with her distended, glistening flesh.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," she cried, as her flesh fell out of the plastic suction cup.

"Baby, I am the greatest cocksman in the world and there isn't a woman anywhere I can't fuck. I don't need you. It looks like game over, babe. You lose," Brad said, and he reached down and slapped her hard across the face with the back of his hand.

"I've got a few guys here to warm you up, and they're some more folks here waiting, before the motorcycle gang gets here. C'mon in folks," Brad said loudly, and a group of a dozen people wandered in from the hall.

"Come on in."

"Pay the man. Money in the bucket. All green. No plastic," one of the guys with Brad said.

Three men eagerly stepped forward and threw their money into the bucket. Brad sat and watched, as one after the other, the three men crawled up on his wife and fucked her, filled her with cum and left. Then another group of five or six more people came into the small room, which was by now quite crowded.

"Let her eat me while someone else fucks her," Claire heard a woman in the room shout. There was a stir in the room and then she felt hands at the back of her neck. Lifting. Shifting. The ball gag was ripped from her mouth and Claire felt weight on the mattress and hot flesh being pressed on her forehead. She could smell the woman's cunt near her face, dark, musky. Then, hot, fleshy thighs were pressed closely to the side of her head and her face was deeply buried in the hairy cunt now being pressed against her mouth.

"C'mom, honey, get that tongue in there. Make me come. I'm gonna' keep ridin' til' you make me come. Let's go," the woman yelled.

The beautiful redhead had no choice. The woman continued to roughly smash her cunt down on Claire's face, as Claire licked and lapped at her sex, hoping to end this woman's ride. But she had no such luck. Soon, she felt another man move in between her legs and slide his stiff cock into her swollen and already flooded cunt.

"Oh, hell yes!" the woman shouted. "That's what I wanted to see." The two pounded wildly away for several minutes, when the man shouted "I'm gonna' cum! I'm gonna' cum!"

"Yes, do it baby. Me too!!" the woman said, now wildly grinding her sex down onto Claire's face.

"YEEEEESSSSS!" the woman screamed, as the couple shared their orgasm at the same time.

"Wow, I wanna' do that," Claire heard another woman in the room shout.

More people piled into the tiny room and more money was tossed into the bucket. An enormous, heavy black man shuffled up to the edge of the mattress next to Brad and muttered, "I wanna' fuck her ass."

"That'll cost you forty," Brad said, still seated in the chair next to the mattress. The man tossed two crumpled bills into the plastic bucket. With that, Brad leaned forward over his wife's upturned sex and poured a thin stream of clear lube from a plastic bottle over her exposed asshole.

"There you go, pal. Have at her," Brad said, as he turned the nipple clip vibrators on again and laughed.

"Fuck, yes. Look at her go. She was never this hot for me," Brad said laughing, as the huge black man drove his thick cock into Claire's exposed asshole.

"MMMMUUUUU!" Claire moaned, as the man began pounding hard and deep into her rectum.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna' cum in your hot, white ass, bitch! Take all that nut! Take all that black cock!!" he soon yelled.

"No, no, not now," Claire groaned to herself. "Mmmmuuuuhhhh," she grunted as her body betrayed her and began to shake, as she met his orgasm with an undesired one of her own. Her throat clenched tightly, as her whole body twisted in a spasm of lust. She could feel the flood of hot cum deep into her ass and flood her rectum with waves of semen.

"Mmmmuuuu," she moaned, disappointed and betrayed by her body. But all her pitiful sounds did were to excite the throng around her to a new level.

"I'm next in that ass," another man shouted, pushing to step up and throw his $40 into the bucket.

She was brutally fucked over and over, as another $40 fell in the bucket and another stiff cock filled up her ass. Brad laughed aloud as she tried to squirm and twist the cock out of her ass.

"Damn, this guy is hung like a horse!" Claire thought to herself, as the latest massive cock plowed deeper into her ass at a maddening pace, pounding and shaking her body, as the clips on her nipples continued to pulse, shock and vibrate.

"UHHH... UHHH... UHHH... UHHH," she grunted, as each powerful thrust slammed her hard against the old worn mattress.

"Oh, come on, honey, you like a big dick in your ass. I remember that from the pool party you threw. Lots of big dicks went in that hot little asshole of yours that night and you loved it," Brad said staring down at her face, smiling.

The beautiful redhead could feel the nipple clips vibrating, shaking against her, as her firm breasts swung back and forth from the violent pounding her ass was enduring. Her nipples felt like they were ready to explode. She couldn't stop, couldn't control herself. The clips on her nipples then went wild, as they were turned on high speed, higher voltage shocks, and she heard Brad laugh again.

When she had first regained consciousness an hour ago, there were only three men in the room, including her husband. Now the owner of the enormous cock stuffed in her ass was one of many who were crammed into the tiny, old motel room. Some men, some women, all strangers to her. She could hear the others talking and encouraging her anal invader, but she had no idea who these people were or where she was. Her naked ass was propped up, positioned high up in the air, and she lost any semblance of control over her body. And then, the ball gag went back in her mouth again. But then she really didn't have much choice.

"Oh, damn, not again," she thought to herself, as once again she could feel her orgasm building. This was the seventh orgasm of the night for her, and two of them had come from the guy now brutally pounding the enormous cock in her ass at a lightning speed.

"MMMMUUUUUUUUHHHHH... MMAAAAMMMM... NNNUUUUUHHHH!" were the only sounds that could come out past the rubber ball gag. Claire panted hard, trying to catch her breath, with only her nose able to gather air. Her ass was flooded again with semen, deep inside her. She felt his huge member begin to withdraw and slip away from her now stretched rectum.

Brad sat in the chair next to the mattress, laughing as the crowd surrounded him, as he watched his wife. He smiled and shook his head, marveling at her swollen, gaping cunt and asshole on display, now sloshing and overflowing with numerous loads of milky cum. The last was a huge flood of semen from the guy who just came inside his wife's ass. A milky, white bubble of cum formed on her gaped asshole, as a steady stream of semen sputtered from her anus.

"Now that's something you don't see every day," Brad said with a large smile on his face. He turned slightly to the former company security guy standing next to him in the room and laughed. Brad watched his bound wife, and he was really enjoying the scene, happy and content, when suddenly there was a stir in the room. He could see quick movement, someone rushing toward him. Then it was a blur as he saw a huge black man coming at him, a huge fist coming in his direction. Then, chaos erupted, as everyone in the room started shouting and running out of the door. Suddenly, Brad felt a sharp blow on his face and everything went black.

Chapter Fourteen

Slowly, Brad Hughes regained consciousness, and realized he could only see out of his right eye, his left was now completely swollen and closed from a severe blow to his face. He was now naked and tied to the chair, grey duct tape over his mouth, an ammonia capsule pressed under his nose. He could feel the ache in his head and one eye throbbed, now swollen shut. He remembered a punch to the face just before the blow to the head that left him unconscious. Suddenly, Brad felt the sharp edge of steel against his neck.

"Remember me?" he heard, as a deep growl emanated from behind him. It was Leon, from that night at the house and the pool party. Brad remembered that voice. He felt the sting and then the warm trickle of blood on his neck. He heard Leon chuckle.

Then, Brad Hughes looked up and couldn't believe his eyes. Big Ed Blanton, his boss and billionaire owner of the company Brad worked for, strode through the door of the abandoned motel room, bigger than life, his trademark gray Stetson cowboy hat sitting on his head. Brad's wife, Claire, was now by Ed Blanton's side. Claire was standing next to Big Ed wearing only a pair of baggy sweatpants and a man's T-shirt. As he squinted up at Ed, he saw Claire lean over and whisper in Ed's ear.

"Oh, hell yes!" Ed said. Then, two of Ed's security guards stepped over to the old chair that Brad was taped firmly to, grabbed the chair and tilted it backward. As the old wooden chair tipped back, Claire Hughes walked over, tugged down the gray sweatpants she was wearing and slowly squatted over Brad. Suddenly, an endless stream of cum poured out of her swollen cunt and onto Brad's face.

"Wow! Hell, you two are more fun than a good dinner theatre," Ed Blanton said, laughing hard. Then he turned to Brad. "You actually thought my security boys would do this for you? An' they ain't ex-security. They're still working for me, keeping an eye on you."

Ed Blanton walked over as Brad's chair was tipped upright.

"Son, if you hadn't been so damn good at what you did for this company over the years, you'd be buried out there in the desert, four years ago when I found out you'd been fuckin' my wife, Charlene. Damn boy, did you think you could get away with that? But I really needed you doin' your job. You really shoulda' gotten that dick of yours under control."

Ed Blanton took another step in and hovered over Brad, naked and bound to the chair. "Brad, did you think I didn't know you fucked Charlene? Then, I hear that lately, you and that snake, Devon Carlson, had teamed up in something and I started to worry. Hell, Carlson was fucking half the wives of the chief execs in the company and a handful of the female execs. Then I heard he had plans to fuck your wife."

Big Ed leaned down into Brad's battered face and said, "Son, there is nothing happens in my companies that I don't know about."ell, boy I know everything that happens in my company. And then he stood and looked over at Claire.

"But it looks like Claire here is gonna' be alright. I'm sorry about this, honey, got here as fast as I could."

Looking back over at Brad, Ed said, "Hell, I'm wantin' her to start my new computer and tech security company. That means she'd be the new CEO of Blanton Technologies. Son, as smart as she is, we could all be workin' for her, someday. That's an offer, honey, in case you missed it," Ed said, looking back over at Claire, a big smile coming to his face.

At that moment, Victor Sellers walked in the room, accompanied by another large man, who Brad instantly recognized from that night around the pool table. He remembered Victor as Claire's lawyer and now, apparent bodyguard.

"That motorcycle club is still on the way here," Victor said. "It's certainly not going be what they expected." Everyone except Brad laughed.

"Yeah. Yeah... they gonna' be real pissed," Leon said, a wide smile breaking out on his face.

Brad was pulled out of the chair and pushed down onto mattress. His wrists were roughly jerked down to his ankles and taped. Now, face down in the same filthy mattress Claire was on moments ago, Brad's naked ass was sticking up, open and exposed.

"Claire and I are gonna' take one of the corporate jets back to Texas. There's another one here for you fellas," he said to Victor.

"Now let's talk about computer chips," Ed said to Claire, as they started toward the door. "I've gotta' lot of questions about this AI stuff and I bet you've got the answers. We'll get you cleaned up a little and have some champagne on the plane. Then, we're gonna' head on over to Texas. My wife, Charlene, is gonna' love you," he said to Claire, as they headed to the door.

Claire suddenly stopped, picked up the plastic bottle containing the sex lube that Brad had poured on her, and emptied the remainder of the bottle on Brad's naked, upturned ass.

"I love dis shit," Leon said laughing, as the sound of motorcycles filled the air.

Several news stories emerged after that day at the abandoned motel. The official company line was that a Blanton three-person exploration team, led by Brad Hughes, was in Central America inspecting a potential drill site, when a band of insurgents attacked them and killed Brad. The unofficial story was a bit less exciting. Brad left with Leon and Victor in a second Blanton corporate jet. It landed at a small, Blanton owned airstrip in the middle of the desert in New Mexico. Only Victor and Leon made the return trip home.

Chapter Fifteen

The Gulfstream G700 touched down in Texas and Claire Hughes soon found herself standing in front of one of the largest private residences in the world. Ed Blanton's Texas mansion was palatial, to say the least, Claire thought, as she was escorted inside.

"Oh, my God, look at you! What have they done?" screamed a stunning, tall blonde who came running toward Claire, grabbing her and holding her tight. Claire had a large bruise on the right side of her face where Brad had hit her, and some rough, red spots on her throat where he had choked her. She knew she looked like hell, but the attractive blond was quite upset as she hugged her.

"Claire, this here is my wife, Charlene. She's gonna' help get you cleaned up and into something to wear." With that, Ed turned to a nearby house staffer and said, "And three more bottles of champagne for the girls while they get cleaned up."

During the next two hours, Claire got to know everything there was about Charlene Blanton. She was a former pro football cheerleader in Texas. The tall blonde was gorgeous, Claire thought, at six feet tall and probably twenty years younger than Ed. Charlene's breasts were enormous, implants, but spectacular, with tight areolae and large nipples that stuck impressively out, Claire thought. She was much larger than Claire's D cup, probably triple D, at least, Claire guessed. She had collagen work on her lips and not a wrinkle on her face, Claire saw, but she was certainly an incredibly beautiful woman.

"I can't believe what that bastard did," Charlene yelled over the shower noise. She continued to chatter on, while Claire stood in the hot shower, trying to wash away what had happened at the abandoned motel.

"Oh, hell, I can't talk like this," and with that, Charlene moved into the giant walk-in shower, stripped off the silk dress she was wearing and stepped into the shower with Claire, the hot water now pouring over both of them. Charlene wore no underwear and was now naked with Claire, as the hot, steaming water cascaded over them. They were almost identical in height and size, except for Charlene's massive breasts. Suddenly, Charlene grabbed Claire and hugged her tightly and started to sob and shake uncontrollably.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you and fuck your husband. Didn't want to. It just happened. I'm so sorry," Charlene sobbed, holding tight to Claire.

The two naked beauties stood in the steaming shower, the countless jets of hot water in the shower pouring over them, as they both hugged each other tight and cried. They stayed in the shower for over two hours, clinging to each other, crying and shaking, as Claire described the abduction and rape to Charlene. As they were drying off, Claire noticed that Charlene had a beautiful tattoo on her lower back and complimented her on it.

"Oh, I had it redone," Charlene said, as she dried herself. "It was originally a Queen of Spades tattoo I got when I was younger. But I had it redone and covered over. I love your dragon, honey. That's amazing."

"Thanks, I love it. I think I want to get the SLUT word removed, though. It was an impulse that several of us had," Claire said, remembering the night when she, Didi and another friend had the word inked on their asses.

"Oh, let's go see my tat person," Charlene said, hugging Claire again. "She's incredible."

Since the two women were almost identical in size, finding a dress for Claire in Charlene's numerous walk-in closets was simple. Following a luxurious dinner with Ed that would have made royalty jealous, the two women planned a girl's shopping trip for the next day, to get Claire some clothes and it would include a stop a Charlene's tattoo shop.

The following day, the two women laughed as they walked through the door and into the tattoo shop. Claire was beginning to feel a little better after the nightmare the day before. When the tattoo artist saw Charlene, she instantly escorted them to the back room. There, the young woman greeted Charlene with a hug and a very long and deep kiss.

"Missed you, babe," the young tattoo artist said to Charlene, and kissed her again. The younger woman had very short hair, her front bangs dyed purple and with numerous pierced ear studs in one ear. She wore three rings in one nostril, and her inked arms were beautiful sleeves of artwork.

"Claire, this is Dani," Charlene said. "Honey, have I got a beauty for you," Charlene turned and said to the young woman, as she lifted Claire's dress, and Claire turned her bare ass to the younger woman.

"Muuuuh," Dani said. "That's beautiful. Amazing work."

"I want the 'SLUT' word gone. Can you do that?" Claire asked.

"Sure, I can take that off, but that's painful and takes a lot more time when you do it right," the woman said. "Or I can ink over it. Maybe, increase the size of the dragon a little, or run the tail over the word," the young woman said, now staring at Claire's naked ass and her tattoo. "Your guy was a real master. It looks alive when you move. Shadows, depth, amazing work. I'd love to work on it. The eyes are incredible. They're hypnotic," Dani said, staring closely at Claire's shapely backside. "Let me do a couple of sketches of what I can do to cover the word," she said, now taking several pictures of Claire's tattoos. "Stop back tomorrow and you can take a look at my sketches. If you like one, we'll start. Great body, by the way," Dani said and winked.

"Thanks," Claire said, and felt herself blush, as she pulled her dress down.

"Wow, she's kinda cute," Claire said, as they walked out of the shop.

"Honey, not only is she a great artist, but if she gets on your cunt, you never will forget her. She's hot and she likes you," Charlene said smiling.

"We'll see," said Clair, now sure she was blushing again.

Clair returned the next day and instantly loved the idea and the drawing the young tattoo artist had created to cover the word SLUT on her ass. They went into the back room and Dani said, "Go ahead and take your clothes off and we'll get started."

She then pointed to a large, leather covered chair that looked like a cross between a barber chair and a gynecology exam chair, complete with stirrups.

"Hop on up," Dani said, with a strong Texas drawl in her speech. Clair was a little confused, but got up in the chair and put her legs in the stirrups, as instructed.

"Now, I'm going to do this, and it's going to relax you, loosen the skin all over and get some endorphins bouncin' around. Makes the inking a lot easier."

The woman stepped between Claire's spread legs and reached out and slipped three fingers of her right hand slowly into Claire's now moist cunt. Then, Dani reached out with her left hand and slowly started rubbing Claire's clitoris. Claire could feel the hand inside her making slow circles on the front inside wall of her vagina, on that exact spot, her most sensitive, her trigger spot.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Claire moaned, as the young woman locked eyes on her and started gradually increasing the speed of her left hand. Soon, she was rapidly rubbing Claire's clit and working her G-Spot inside and Claire was pushing and pumping her hips up.

"AAAAAHHHH," Claire exhaled as she climaxed, her dark green eyes rolling back in ecstasy as her body twitched and shook. After a moment, Dani helped Claire out of the chair and stepped close to her, their bodies now touching. Dani leaned in and kissed Claire, long and soft, her lips devouring Claire's mouth.

"There, that's better, isn't it," Dani said and smiled. She took Claire over to a long, flat table and put her face down. Claire couldn't believe it. She felt like a melting pile of putty, as Dani sat down next to the table and started to work on the tattoo.

Chapter Sixteen

The next few weeks flew by as Claire and Charlene spent most of their time together. And Ed Blanton made sure that Claire made all the rounds at the corporate headquarters of Blanton Industries. She spent time visiting the offices and meeting all the Vice Presidents and all the members of the C Suite. Big Ed Blanton was beside himself, tickled at how well Claire seemed to be fitting in with the executives in the company. It was the beginning of her third week at Big Ed's estate and just before dinner, Ed swallowed a big shot of Jack Daniels Sinatra Select whiskey down and looked at Claire.

"I know a prize-winning thoroughbred when I see one. How about that offer? I want you to be the CEO of my new company, Blanton Technologies. What do you say, honey?"

Claire partially nodded 'yes' before Charlene screamed and jumped in her arms, hugging her and kissing her on the mouth.

"YEEESSSSS!" Charlene screamed. "I knew it."

"Why don't you stay around another month or so here and get your feet on the ground. I own a bunch of big places down here. Nice houses. Pick one you like. Part of your signing bonus. And we can start looking at buildings and facilities for your new tech company," Ed said and headed toward the door. "I'll start the paperwork."

"I think I want to fuck you," Charlene said, as she moved over and whispered in Claire's ear.

"What would Ed say about that? Me being the CEO of one of his companies," Claire said.

"I already told him I wanted to. He said great and asked if he could watch," Charlene said. They both laughed.

That night, the door to Claire's bedroom opened and Charlene Blanton stepped in and clicked the light on. Charlene was naked as she slipped into the bed. She crawled on top of Claire and kissed her, and Claire was already aroused, thinking about what Charlene had said earlier in the day. The gorgeous blonde reached down and slowly started to rub Claire's moist cunt and kissed her breast. Charlene slid one leg between Claire's legs and started rubbing her cunt hard on Claire's thigh. Claire slowly pushed back, rubbing her bare cunt hard against Charlene's leg.

Soon, Charlene had Claire on her back, one hand in her cunt the other rapidly working Claire clit, rubbing as fast as she could and Claire screamed with pleasure, exactly the same way the young tattoo artist had done earlier. For an instant, Claire wondered if Charlene had taught that to Dani, or if it was the other way around. Clair was no novice at sex with women, having learned from the sexy blonde, Denise Lamont. Denise, or Didi, was pure bimbo, but she could fuck anyone into a coma, including women. And she and Claire had been together a lot, fucking, eating each other as they planned revenge on Brad.

So, when she had Charlene's beautiful cunt spread in front of her on the bed, Claire didn't hesitate. She pressed her mouth down on Charlene's sweet lower lips and pushed her tongue out and Charlene was off. She began pumping her hips and Charlene reached down with two fingers and spread her cunt even wider for Claire's mouth.

"Oh God, yes, yes," Charlene moaned.

The beautiful redhead responded and worked furiously at the large, swollen cunt lips in her mouth, sucking, and licking until Charlene screamed with pleasure, her orgasm overflowing onto the sheets. Claire was submerged in amazing sex for several hours, as the two women devoured each other, again and again. It was late into the night when Charlene left Claire's room and Claire fell asleep instantly, exhausted from the incredible lovemaking.

The next morning at breakfast, Ed Blanton smiled wide, as he knew exactly how the two beauties had spent the night. He turned to Claire and said, "Lot of big, important people gonna' be here. As the new CEO, it'd be good for you to meet em'. We're having a big charity fundraiser here next month. It's kind of a wild party. Pretty sexy. I think you'll love it. Say... Charlene, honey, why don't you tell Claire here about our little charity fund raiser. Maybe you can even talk her into joining in."

"Oh," Charlene shrieked. "Do you want to be a beta kitten at our Eyes Wide Shut party? You'd be perfect."

"Eyes Wide.... what??" Claire said.

"Yes, the movie, you know. We all wear masks and hooded capes, and they have these hot women who they fuck. It's a blast," Charlene said.

Claire shook her head, still not understanding what Charlene was going on about.

"It's a little, sexy, fund-raiser we do every year, for a local charity. This year, we have a famous movie star, a country singer, a billionaire's wife, lots of very hot ladies. Wealthy businessmen, sports stars and tech guys from all over the world come for it. This is our third year doing it. Ed and I were in the Mediterranean on a little island a while back, and they said they do one every year. Come to find out, they're all over the place. People do them just for the sex, but we added a little twist. I figured we could have one as our fund raiser.

"What's a beta kitten?" Claire asked, still confused.

"Oh, they're the sexy servants of the High Priest. It's like a mysterious ritual, filled with beautiful women... beta kittens. We play like it's a secret society thing and well, I guess it is, kinda. No one can talk about it or mention it. Ever. Our guests arrive in Venetian Carnival masks, with black robes and all. Ed's the High Priest, cloaked in his red cape and gold mask. He really loves it, the play acting and all. He's a natural at it."

Charlene giggled and continued talking, bubbling over in excitement. "Because, well, everyone wears Carnival masks and black hooded robes. Very wild, because nobody knows who anyone is. The beta girls stand, and then we drop our robes and we're naked, but have our masks on. Then we fuck the guest who's selected for us. At our party, it's the man who wins the bid at the auction."

Charlene took another swallow of her mimosa and went on. "It's really hot and sexy. People walk all around the place in their capes and masks and there are couples fucking everywhere. The beta kittens, that is, all nude and fucking. It's a blast."

"And you're a beta kitten?" Claire asked.

"Oh, hell yes. Absolutely. It's sexy as hell," Charlene said.

"And you get fucked by some guy in a mask?" Claire said.

"Yes. And I'm wearing a mask. He picks me and pays for it. Then, we fuck and everyone gets to watch. Everyone is wearing these masks. So, nobody knows who anybody really is. It's so hot."

"And, Ed, you're okay with it?" Claire asked Ed.

Charlene jumped in. "Oh, hell yes. He buys one woman himself and gives her that big cock of his. Everyone loves it."

Ed Blanton sat and smiled, as Charlene reached over and grabbed his hand.

Claire paused and then nodded, "Okay, sounds wild, but it sounds like fun. I'm in."

They all sipped champagne, as Charlene continued to explain. "It's really kinky ritual stuff. All stillness and silence, then we stand and drop our robes. We're naked except for the masks and a little G-string and our heels. God, the first time I did it, I had an orgasm the second I dropped my robe. And then I was auctioned off.

"So, you fuck the guy who buys you? And everyone can watch?" Claire asked, still trying to figure out what she had just agreed to.

"You're gonna' be such a hot beta kitten," Charlene squealed and hugged her.

Over the next month, Dani, the tattoo artist, did her work and the dragon tattoo changed, and now consumed most of Claire's right asscheek. The dragon now had two necks and two heads, with four fiery eyes staring out. It was a glowing, three-dimensional ferocity, looking like liquid in motion on Claire's ass as she moved, it's scales glistening. The dragon's four, glowing red eyes stared out, fiercely protecting Claire's shapely backside.

End of Part Four