Steff was just about to come when she heard Christy's screams. She tried to push herself away from the man's cock she was sucking, but he thought she was just asking for more so he shoved his cock in even farther. The girl bit down on the cock and the man yelled, as he whipped his joint out of her mouth. She put her arms against the edge of the couch and shoved hard against the man with the chaps. For a second it felt so good she almost decided to stay, but Christy's moans made her knock the man off. He lost his balance as his cock shot its load. It squirted all over the room as the man tumbled over backwards from the fall. Her nipples were bleeding from where Pasha had been holding onto them with his teeth.
Stephanie ran to the room. She could see Christy being fucked by this big guy, but it was when she saw the blood all over the bed that she realized what was happening. She tired to pull the man off her mate, but he was just too big.
"Get off her, you son-of-a-bitch or I'll kill you!" she shouted at the man.
"Wait your turn, cunt. I'll take care of you when I finish this one," he shouted back at her, as he continued ripping up the helpless girl. Stephanie looked around the room until she saw what she was looking for. Jack never knew what hit him.
He heard the splattering of glass as he plunged into darkness. Stephanie threw aside the remainder of the vase she had just broken over the man s head. She grabbed him by the blood-splattered head and dragged him off Christy. The furious woman let him fall to the floor as she helped her young friend to her feet. Steff dressed the dazed girl, then got her own things, as the stupefied crowd stood there gawking at this incredible woman.
Pasha had some men help Jack Denton. As the girls were about to leave his house, Pasha stopped them at the door.
"You should never have brought her here, Steff," he said. "Please don't hold me responsible for what happens. You hurt the wrong man."
Very quietly, and with sincerity, Steff replied, "Anything happens to this girl and I will blow your brains out, and I'm the one that can do it!" She hurried the girl out of the house and into their car.
Pasha watched the car disappear into the night. A chill went up his spine. Mother Earth came to her man's side and touched his shoulder. Nothing had to be said between them. He had to face Jack Denton, and he had to do it now. The orgy was over, or was it just beginning? They walked back into the house as their frightened guests rushed by them.
Jack Denton was touching the bump on his head when Pasha and Mother Earth entered the room. The girl with the gigantic breasts was dabbing something on his open wound. Every time she twisted one of the soft globes would bang into his face.
"Are you all right?" asked the worried host.
The big man smiled. He stroked his limp penis.
"She didn't damage anything important. Just made a dull evening interesting." Jack kissed the boob of the girl that was helping him, then he patted her on the ass as he pushed her toward the open door.
"You go with her, Mother. I want to talk to Pasha alone."
The two women rushed obediently out of the room. When the girls had closed the door behind them, Jack turned to Pasha and simply said, "I want her!"
"I knew you would," Pasha replied as he poured himself a brandy. "It will not be easy. Stephanie is a writer and the fourth estate does not like to be intimidated."
"You owe me, Pasha. I would hate to think of what might happen to you if certain mutual friends were to get some information concerning money matters. If they were to start checking their math closely, you would have some serious problems. I don't want you to have any problems, my dear old friend," Jack told the other man as he slipped his pants on. He left his prick protruding for a second.
"I want her to beg me to put this in her cunt. Beg me. Nothing less will satisfy me!" He tucked the huge organ in his pants and zipped up his fly.
Pasha held his drink up to the man and toasted him with, "Thy will be done… and Stephanie?"
"Taking the girl away from her will be sweet enough revenge for me." Jack tossed the glass over his shoulder and left the room. "I'll give you three months!" Then he was gone. Pasha looked around the empty room and said to no one in particular, "Young lady, I hope you have a weakness somewhere."
Chapter 7
The wailing of sirens made Stephanie aware of the passage of time. She was still stroking her slit with the barrel of the gun, but she wasn't getting close. She wanted to climax before the police came running up the stairs. The stupid cunt of Maria's suspended in the air was still thrashing around. The news photographers are going to have a blast filming this little scene.
If Pasha had only left them alone. She looked at the bleeding corpse. "I told you I'd kill you. Why didn't you leave us alone?" On the days Stephanie was tied up at the newspaper office, Christy would go to the little park that was just a couple of blocks from their home. It was a typical California park. A splash of grass, a few trees arranged in a vain attempt to show the general public there was still some area left that land developers couldn't steal. This particular park had a section for children, influenced by the T.V. show Dennis the Menace. A cut-out of Dennis overlooked the dragon that kids could climb, and the giant toadstools were for sliding down; and of course, then there were the ever-popular swings.
Coming to the park had almost become a ritual for Christy. The kids all looked forward to seeing her because she would create games for them and then participate in the games as if she were a child herself. Christy would always go early so that there would only be little children to play with. She wanted to avoid the twelve-and thirteen-year-old boys. Not that she thought she would succumb again, but she just felt it better not to tempt fate.
Christy had been playing a guessing game with the children. The kids had to pretend they were some sort of animal and the other children had to guess what animal they were impersonating. At first, Christy didn't pay any attention to the man that was sitting on the bench. She had the feeling she knew him, but from where? It was right in the middle of her turn when she realized who it was. She was pretending to be a giraffe. Her neck was stretched out and she was walking in slow motion, taking long strides and exaggerated arm and leg movements. None of the children could guess, but they kept laughing at how funny she looked. She froze in mid-motion as she realized it was Pasha!
The man beckoned for her to join him. Christy didn't know whether she wanted to or not. Actually, he hadn't done anything wrong. You couldn't hold him responsible for all his guests.
"A giraffe," Pasha shouted.
The children all looked at the man. He flashed that charming smile at them. They checked with Christy to see if the man was right The girl smiled; told them the man was right and that was the end of the game for today. The children groaned as a group, as the pretty lady walked over to the man. Then they scurried to play with the equipment around them.
"You have a way with children," Pasha commented, as the girl sat down beside him.
"It seems strange to see you here," Christy countered. "You don't seem like the park type."
"You're right my dear. All this fresh air is making me a little dizzy. I would feel much more at home with a delicate wine and you draped over a satin couch. That's where you belong, Christy," the swarthy man said in his most seductive manner. "A body like that was created for a different type of playground than we have here."