But she had no time to consider anything except what Josie wanted her to consider. In a moment Josie was at the bed again, this time climbing over Zelda to squat over her face.
"Get friendly with it," Josie said. "It's going to be your best friend."
Zelda looked up at Josie's crotch. She could see everything, Josie's cunt and cunt-hole, and then beyond that the girl's dark, puckered asshole. Josie's dark cunt-lips gaped obscenely. Zelda grimaced as she got a whiff of the girl's cunt-smell.
Josie snickered. "Yes, it's a little gamey, honey. I've been running around all day looking after a few things. Just right for you, though. You look like a chick who likes them on the ripe side. That's right, isn't it?"
"You're a pig!" Zelda said.
"Then have some pig-pussy," Josie said with a chuckle. She settled her crotch down on Zelda's face and squirmed around until she had her cunt on Zelda's mouth.
Zelda was forced to suck. It was either that or stop breathing. Whenever she stopped sucking, Josie pushed down to cut off her oxygen. Zelda got the message. Eat Josie's cunt or suffocate.
Zelda had never sucked a pussy before. She'd had it done to her, many times just like this, but she'd never had her own mouth on a cunt.
She found it nauseating. She hated the smell and taste of Josie's cunt. The brunette was right about being gamey. Josie's pussy wasn't all that clean. There was a definite smell of piss in Josie's cunt and cunt-bush.
As for Josie, she was having herself a time. When Malcolm had telephoned her and told her about having Zelda Reed in a motel room, Josie had gone wild with glee. What a break! What a Goddamn fucking lovely break! She would make it up to Malcolm, she really would. She had stopped letting him fuck her a few years back, but now she would let him do it again. He could have her any time he wanted her. Letting Malcolm fuck her was a small price to pay for having Zelda Reed. And she knew what to do with Zelda. She'd have her fun with Zelda and after that she knew what to do with her.
She had already talked to Malcolm about it and Malcolm had agreed.
In the meantime there was Zelda's mouth. Josie could tell how much Zelda hated sucking her pussy, but that just made it more fun. Josie didn't need Zelda's affection, just her face. Josie liked to be the aggressor like this when she received head. She liked to rub her cunt over the person's face while they struggled to breathe and suck her juices at the same time. She was running now. Her cunt was hot and juicy and the slime was pouring out of her to drench Zelda's nose and mouth and chin.
Then Josie snickered and moved forward to get her ass-crack on Zelda's mouth. There, she had it. Her asshole pressing against the blonde's lips. Zelda had such pretty hair. Nice tits, too. Lots of hang and pretty nipples. Josie's tits wet nothing at all and she liked women who had something to bounce around. And that clit Zelda had was something! The way she'd almost crapped out when Josie had talked about sucking it off! Cute little girlie-prick, Josie thought. She adored hot-looking women with big clit. Too bad she couldn't keep Zelda forever, the rotten stuck-up bitch.
At the moment Zelda wasn't feeling stuck up at all. She had Josie's whole pushing at her mouth and she wanted to die. She knew Josie wanted some action there, but Zelda was paralyzed. She couldn't do it. No matter what the threat, the idea of licking Josie's asshole was so revolting it was unbearable.
"She's a classy lady," Josie said to Malcolm. "She doesn't want to lick my asshole."
"Make her," Malcolm said. He had his cock in his hand. He slowly stroked his prick as he watched Josie squirm on Zelda's face.
"I think I will," Josie said. She reached behind her and pinched one of Zelda's nipples. "Slice this one off, Malcolm."
A bolt of fear swept through Zelda. She was helpless. She was totally in their power. She had no choice but to do what Josie wanted. As Josie's ass hung suspended over her face, Zelda stuck her tongue out and started licking Josie's asshole.
Josie chuckled. "She'd doing it now. Oooooh, she's good. The classy lady has a nice tongue!"
Zelda's mind was in a whirl of loathing and despair. She lapped her tongue back and forth over the puckered grommet of Josie's asshole. She couldn't believe she was actually doing it. Sometimes when she had a real submissive type working for her, she would have it done to her.
She would have her asshole licked and sucked.
She would tell them to do it and they would do it, that's how simple it was. Usually the women took orders better than the men. And the women were better at it, more thorough when they sucked her ass.
But now she was the one doing the sucking. She was the one being degraded. It was either that or have them use the razor. She would take no chances about whether they were bluffing. She was much too afraid.
Then suddenly Zelda's face was wet, her forehead and eyes, something gushing all over her face, raining down on her. She almost fainted when she realized what it was. Josie was pissing on her. The brunette was pissing on Zelda's face while Zelda licked her asshole.
"Don't stop licking," Josie said. "You stop and you get hurt."
Zelda was horrified. She couldn't believe that anyone could actually do that to her. It was more than she could stand. And then she felt Josie's fingers rubbing against her nose and she realized Josie was masturbating. The brunette was bringing herself off while Zelda licked her asshole. Oh dear God, Zelda thought. She moaned as Josie came. They moaned together, Josie moaning as she climaxed and Zelda moaning in her despair.
After that Josie wiped Zelda's face with a towel and shoved the gag back into Zelda's mouth. Zelda now knew the gag was her own panties. She didn't care. She was vanquished. They could do anything they wanted to her. She remained limp as they put her dress on. She put up no resistance as they bundled her out of the motel room and into a car. It wasn't her car, it was their car. They pushed her into the back and Josie climbed in beside her.
"Time to cover up," Josie said, and the next moment Zelda's head was covered by a pillowcase and she could no longer see anything.
Malcolm drove the car. They rode for what seemed like an hour, Zelda pushed down on the floor in the back with Josie's foot on her stomach. At intervals Josie and Malcolm would joke about something. It was almost as if Zelda wasn't there. I'm just a package, Zelda thought. She suddenly realized how tired and hungry she was. And miserable. She was so miserable. Having Josie sit on her face like that had broken her spirit.
They finally arrived wherever they'd been going. Zelda felt the car slow down and then she heard the sound of the tires on gravel. In a moment the car stopped and she was hustled outside. She felt the gravel under her feet. The air smelled like country air. Then she was pushed forward, helped up some porch steps and guided through a doorway. When the door closed, Josie pulled the pillowcase off Zelda's head and Zelda found herself with Malcolm and Josie in the hallway of a house.
"Welcome to the palace." Josie said with a chuckle.
It was no palace at all. It was an ordinary house with a worn carpet on the floor and paint peeling off the walls. The place had a faint smell of mold and stale beer and Zelda was more miserable than ever. She still had her panties stuffed inside her mouth and all she could do was look and pray she would find some way to get out.
Josie pushed Zelda into a living room and made Zelda stand still while she removed Zelda's dress and then her garterbelt and nylons.
"Completely bare-ass," Josie said. "Malcolm digs your ass, so why hide it?"