Gray had somehow taken his pants off. He thought he had fucked Allison in the ass. He couldn't really remember, everything had gotten suddenly very groggy in his mind.
He was just wandering around the room. Somebody turned down the lights, and now there was only an orange-red glow in the room. He felt woozy and knew that the food that evening had been doped. So what? he thought. They were all doped on sex anyway.
He had trouble recognizing other people. Then he realized that almost everyone else in the room was naked. Not only were they naked, they were fucking… or sucking… or doing something to each other.
What was he doing?
He looked down. Because he didn't have a hard-on, that was why he wasn't fucking. His eerie sensation was heightened by the uncomfortable heat that seemed to have filled the room.
"Let me look at you," a girl said, coming to him. Gray spread his legs and she fingered his cock. It started to rise in her hand.
"You don't have any hair on your pussy," Gray said, staring between the girl's legs.
"That's because I shave," she replied. "Because I'm clean and pure and all of you are dirty. Is there something wrong with you?"
"I feel kind of funny," he replied. "Like somebody picked me up and dropped me, but I didn't come down. I stayed up there somewhere and just floated around. I think I'm doped or something."
"Everyone looks doped," the girl replied.
"Who are you?" Gray asked.
"Daphne."
"Did you eat dinner?"
"Then you're not doped. We are."
"Would you care to dance?" Daphne asked.
"I'd care for another drink," Gray said. "And then some of your hairless pussy."
"All right," she replied.
"Straight… or a mix?" Gray said, pushing Lori and the Count out of the way. Gray thought something was funny. Then he realized what it was. The Count was fucking Lori's face, but Gray couldn't see the Count's cock when he thrust. It was because Lori had swallowed the Count's cock. How would the Count ever fuck now? Gray wondered.
The girl was answering him. He concentrated to understand her. "Whiskey, straight whiskey," Daphne said. "Lots of whiskey."
He poured some whiskey. "There. That be okay?"
"Fine," she said, downing the drink in one swallow with her head thrown back. "You want to suck me now?"
"I like to fuck," Gray said, trying to focus his eyes.
"Oh." Gray reached out and squeezed her hairless pussy. "Stop it! I don't want to fuck. It's painful."
He took her in his arms and felt the cunt some more. "I've got to kiss you. I've got to fuck you," he said.
"Why?" Daphne replied, taking a drink of whiskey, straight, from the bottle.
"Because you're the only one I haven't fucked." Gently he eased her to the floor. He had already forgotten her name. It didn't matter. He reached up and took each of her firm, shapely tits in his hands and squeezed them, rubbed them until her nipples glowed like twin hot coals.
He pinched them and she groaned. He pinched them harder and she growled in pain. But she didn't move away from him.
There was something about her, about hurting her that was very exciting. He hurt her some more and his cock got harder. He slapped her and she smiled. Her pussy started gushing juices when he slapped her again.
Then he went mad. He tiled to slap the grin off her face. Instead, it got wider and her eyes became hooded as if she were in some kind of far-out trance. Her nose was bloody.
He stopped beating her for a second and shoved his cock up her cunt. She screamed, a curdling scream of intense pain.
And she kept smiling.
He pulled his cock out of her pussy and speared the smile. He pounded her face, gagging her. His body stiffened with the onset of his release. His cock became tight with the sperm it was ready to shoot. He threw his head back in tension.
The girl pulled her head away from his blood-engorged prick. He tried to plant it again in her face but she turned away.
Then he noticed that she was laughing at him. Gray drew his right hand up and swept it down in a vicious backhand that caught her flush on the cheek and slammed her head around. He stared down at her with his teeth bared in fury and lust.
She pulled her head back to stare up at him. The glaze heightened in her eyes. A trickle of bright red seeped from the corner of her mouth. The smile returned to her face and her mouth opened wide in another laugh.
Gray couldn't understand what was happening, but he knew that he couldn't stand very much more of her laughter. He put his hands to his ears. The sound wouldn't go away. He sensed that everyone else in the room had stopped what they were doing to watch him and the blonde woman with the big tits, the hairless pussy, and the strange laughter.
He took his hands from his ears. The laughter boomed through his head. His eyes filmed over with red. The room had turned to crimson. The laughing was far away from him now. He could see himself standing on the floor, the blonde with her arms clasped around his knees. She had her head against one of his knees.
His big hand came up again and cracked her across the mouth as she looked up at him. Again and again the big hands found their mark on the smooth white flesh of her body in a steady tattoo that matched the beat of his blood as it surged towards his pounding cock.
Around him, from somewhere, disembodied voices seemed to float into his consciousness: "Jesus, look at her face!"
"Is he gonna kill her?"
"I don't know."
"It looks like she loves it."
"Her tits are turning black and blue."
Daphne started to arch her back even as she cried out in pain. She pulled her legs together and then she pulled them apart again. Between them her pussy flowed like a river.
Gray came down on top of her. He moved his cock around until he found the entrance to her cunt and rammed it into her hole.
This time she didn't scream, she sighed and moaned with passion. "Yes… yes… fuck me! Hurt me with your cock, tear my pussy apart!"
The muscles in her cunt were gripping and relaxing in a tightening spiral of stimulation. Her breath was coming shorter. Her lips were pulled back. Her teeth were bared and she was breathing openly, her hot exhalations blowing across the side of Gray's neck, causing the small hairs there to stiffen and tingle.
He could feel himself getting close to a huge climax.
The girl, in turn, rocked back on her hips and circled his waist with her legs. The change in position allowed Gray to bury his thrusting cock completely in her wet, hairless pussy. He bore down on her with all of his weight as if, with his cock and sheer will, he could split her body in half. He increased the tightness of his hold around her ribs, and dug his fingers into the soft skin of her back, and butt.
She was thrusting upwards with her hips in time with the motion of his cock. She came an instant before Gray let go into her cunt with a hot, pulsing stream of creamy jizz that seared her inner walls.
She had climaxed a second before he did. She did again as the hot, sticky sperm shot into her guts. Gray continued to pound and ride her down until she had come a third time.
At Gray's shoulder the Count softly said, "I was wondering who it would be. I should have known the master would choose her."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It became a ritual, led by the Count and the Countess. They way they went about it was precise and methodical, as if they had done it many, many times before. Connie and Dirk carefully dressed Daphne's bleeding body in something between a dress and a ceremonial robe. They even put underwear on her. Then they took her up to a strange room in the attic, dimly lit and hung with black and red drapes.
The four of them seemed to be chanting something as they carried Daphne between them, with the others trailing along behind.