Barely moving her head, Shawn nodded, trembling as Vera's fingers stroked her plump hips and soft ass. She felt as if she'd just escaped from a lunatic asylum. But she couldn't deny the intense glow of happiness in her loins, spreading outward in great waves. The savage experience had triggered something deep within her, a spark of profound lust that had waited a lifetime.
"Feel good enough to satisfy me for a while, baby?" Vera whispered, snaking her tongue in Shawn's ear. "Want to fuck Vera with the giant cock? Get her off?"
Shawn was about to protest that she was too exhausted when something flashed in her mind and she felt a tremendous surge of energy.
"Yes," she murmured. "Yes, I'd like that, honey. I'd love that!"
Eagerly, Vera strapped the harness on for her and showed her the buttons, cautioning her not to keep the voltage button down for more than thirty seconds.
Shawn smiled sweetly. "I'll remember," she said.
Vera lay back on the bed wish her thighs spread wide and her knees drawn up. She panted furiously as the honey-haired beauty climbed on top of her. For a minute Shawn reveled in her freedom, in her new sense of power now that she was on top. She kissed the dark-haired woman passionately on the lips and then sucked her tits for a minute, growing feverishly aroused again at the new experience.
God, she'd been turned on to pussy!
Clutching the humming dildo in her greedy hands, Vera guided it into her eagerly sucking cunt, her moans becoming louder as Shawn began to fuck her with lewd forceful strokes. Locking her legs tightly behind Shawn's back, Vera hugged her fiercely and kissed and bit her lips as her cunt began erupting in hot orgasms, growing wilder every minute.
"Fuck me all night!" she wailed, clawing Shawn's smooth back. "Ah, baby, I love the way you fuck! Ooooo yes!"
Now, thought Shawn with maddened fury, NOW!
Quickly, she jerked out the dildo and Vera cried out in protest. "No, honey! Listen, I'm just coming, dammit, what are you… no! Jeeesus nooooo… argh!"
As fast as she could Shawn found Vera's tiny hole with a darting finger and placed the head of the humming spiked prick against it. Then her lips drew back from her teeth and her eyes blazed insanely.
She slammed it into the narrow tender slit with all the rage she could muster, loving the look of horror and total shock on Vera's stunned face, the mask of pure agony.
"Good God! Oh! No! Shawn, pleeeeez! You'll kill me! Lane, stop her, stop… EEE!"
But Lane, who'd come over to the bed and stood watching intently, simply smiled. Shit, a little pain and discipline wouldn't hurt his sex-crazed wife at all, really. And it was funny, ironic as hell the way a victim had turned the tables on Vera. In fact, he was getting excited as hell watching the luscious dealer ram it into Vera's tortured asshole, so amused his prick was looming bright-red again.
Shawn stroked brutally deep and pressed down the voltage button for a count of sixty, panting with exhilaration. She loved the expression of terror and unbearable anguish on Vera's sensuous, distorted face. She wallowed in the delicious feeling of vengeance. The swinger fainted. Still, Shawn held down the button, the acid memory of her own torture vivid in her mind. Normally a sensitive, considerate girl, she had, as Vera would put it, flipped. But not in the usual expected way. She didn't cower and run with her tail between her legs like the others. Instead, she gave back double, ecstatic with her twisted victory, raping Vera's helpless asshole with total abandon.
She suddenly felt Lane behind her, his hot swollen prick slipping into her pussy. She began sobbing with depraved bliss as he fucked her rapidly, while she continued her rape with added passion.
She came as Lane's jism spattered hotly in her throbbing slit, biting Vera's soft shoulder and holding the button down for another thirty seconds Vera came to and screamed hoarsely, raking her nails over Shawn's back, drawing streaks of blood, but nothing could stop the driven girl now. There was a mass of jarring, shocking fire in Vera's asshole, a blazing explosion of lewd fury that tore at her screaming nerves with insane violence.
And then Vera knew what to do. She surrendered to it completely, forced herself to love the white-hot jolts, to crave the shirking pain. Resisting it only doubled the anguish, giving in to it was the answer.
And she came with it then, she shuddered with a tremendous release, a climax of pure pain, as intense and nerve-racking as any ecstasy, making her scream with depraved joy. With that, Shawn let her go.
Vera awoke to something hot and wet licking at her legs, licking upwards with low moans and lewd eagerness, finally plunging like a whip of fire into her pussy.
Quickly, she locked her thighs around Shawn's head and fucked her mouth for thirty solid minutes while Lane slept peacefully beside her. Afterwards, Shawn returned to her place in the middle of the bed, one hand gently cupping Vera's throbbing warm cunt, the other stroking Lane's long soft rod, waiting for it to stiffen.
And Vera knew then, without having to ask that the honey-haired, luscious dealer was there to stay. She'd not only survived the ordeal of lust, she'd graduated with honors.
CHAPTER FIVE
Day One began to unfold.
Day One, as Jack mentally titled the first day of the five-day caper, began with a casual stroll through the Green Wheel at two in the afternoon. He and Sally had had to wait a long, tense week before putting the operation into action, long enough for the new cards to hit the tables.
And, he saw with vicious satisfaction, they'd hit.
Sally wouldn't show up 'til four and they wouldn't be seen together for the next five crucial days. The stake totaled three thousand dollars, fifteen hundred apiece. It had been amassed by Sally through pure sweat – arduous fucking at fifty dollars a crack. But it was enough, because they had an edge over the casino to put it mildly.
They knew every card coming off the deck, plus the dealer's hole card.
After five long years, Jack had the casino people he hated so deeply by their rich balls, and he wouldn't let go until they screamed.
But one way or the other, they had to get out fast after five days, because his cunning instincts told him this was the maximum they could push their luck before the casino got too suspicious. And so he'd calculated that they could take a maximum of around twenty thousand a day between he and Sally, ten grand apiece. His biggest problem was greed. Once you set up a gold mine like the Green Wheel, it was tough to walk away from it. He had a living dream, a professional gambler's mortal lock on a vast amount of ready cash, and the temptation to suck the casino dry was hot and furious in his blood. But then he reminded himself of that ride into the desert.
His heart raced and his palms itched as he watched the action at one table. He started reading the cards mentally as the dealer spewed them off the deck. Jack, seven, nine, three, king, four – the dealer had a fucking four in the hole! God, he was going to shove it up their ass, so far their ears wiggled in agony.
The marks were very, very difficult to detect. He and Sally had spent hour after hour, day after day, week after week, marking these cards laboriously and perfectly. Any card that had the slightest chance of being detected was thrown out along with the whole deck. They'd made a lot of mistakes at first, and it was the grueling shits to throw all that hard work away, but his motto was Safety First.
And in the grinding process of marking they'd learned to read the subtle, microscopic marks in a flash, a mere glance.
Now Jack glanced at his watch – three minutes to two. He could start right now, but he had a timetable beginning at two sharp and he was going to keep it. He watched the action, his muscles keening with tension, his blood singing, his gambler's heart on fire.
Ah, Jesus, he'd waited a long time for this juicy hot vengeance, this fabulous ripoff. He'd dreamed of it night after night when he was in the hospital with his battered ribs and face, still tasting blood in his mouth. Now it was his turn to make these bastards bleed, and oh, would these cold-hearted sons of bitches bleed. Not red but green, lovely green. His eyes narrowed as he searched the throne at the center of the pit. It was empty. Lane sometimes didn't come on 'til three or four, depending on the action.