Thong Girls
Chapter 14 — Choosing Sides
“Well now, would you look at what we have here.”
I wasn’t going to give Kyle the pleasure of seeing me groan but inwardly, I was definitely groaning. I was still tied up to Melissa Gruff’s bed but suddenly bad had gotten a whole lot worse. Suddenly, Kyle Johnston was back in the picture again.
“I bet you didn’t expect to see me again, did you?”
I shook my head.
“And look at you. You’re not looking nearly as tough as the last time I saw you, are you?”
I said nothing but then I didn’t have to say anything. After all, I was still naked and still pretty much immobile. Really, what was there I could say.
“I told you I had him,” Melissa told the man.
“I know you did, honey. I know you did and you know what? I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”
Melissa looked at me. “I told you I wanted to help them win.”
Yeah well, she had told me but she didn’t have to rub it in.
“So you told Melissa here where she could find me and you told her my cousin was with your friend, but you didn’t say exactly where they were.”
“You noticed.”
“Don’t get cocky with me,” Kyle said.
Or what, I wanted to say. I knew how Melissa had gotten her information out of me. I was willing to bet that Kyle wasn’t going to do the same thing. Still, that didn’t mean that he might not find something equally dastardly to do so I held my tongue.
“Where are they?” Kyle asked.
“Gone,” I said.
“Gone. How do you figure that?”
“They had orders,” I lied. “When I didn’t come back, they were supposed to go into hiding, and it’s not going to do any good asking me where they are because I don’t know where.”
Kyle just looked at me and then he started to grin. “You know, man, you don’t lie very well.”
I just looked back at him but I couldn’t help but wonder if he knew the truth.
He was still looking at me. “You can’t fool me,” he said. “You know where they are.”
“Sure,” I said. “Whatever you say. Hell, go ahead and ask me, but the more time you waste on me, the more time they have to get away.”
Kyle looked confused and that’s when I knew. He’d been bluffing me. He didn’t really know where Sue and Bianca were. He looked at Melissa. “What do you think?” he asked. “Is he bluffing?”
“How the hell should I know?”
“You’ve been talking to him.”
“So?”
“So what’s your take? Is he telling the truth?”
I was surprised that Kyle couldn’t see it but to me, it was plain as the nose on my face. Melissa didn’t like the way this was going. Sure, she’d delivered me to them, but there was something about the way Kyle was acting that was turning her off. “I don’t know,” she said in a voice that reeked of irritation.
“Well, find out.”
“How?”
“How the hell should I know? Do whatever you did before.”
It was obvious that Melissa didn’t want to do that but now that she’d thrown her lot in with Kyle and his people, she didn’t want to let them down either.
“You’re going to have to leave,” Melissa said.
“Why?” Kyle asked.
“Because I can’t do it with you standing around watching me.”
“Why?”
“Because you might not like what I’m going to do.”
I didn’t like the way Kyle looked at me. “I don’t know about that,” he said. “I think I’d like to see you do whatever you’re going to do with him.”
But Melissa shook her head. “I’m not going to let you see.”
The man gave me one final hard stare before looking back at Melissa. “Fine,” he said. “Just make sure you get the information out of him. I want to know where those two sluts are.”
“I know.”
“Don’t let me down,” the man said. “I’m counting on you.”
“I know.”
“Okay. I got some things to do. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
“I don’t know if I’ll have the information by then.”
“Then if you don’t, maybe we’ll have to try something different,” and with that, he turned and walked out of the bedroom.
I could tell Melissa was waiting for the sound of the front door closing and it was only after she’d heard it close that she turned and looked at me. “Asshole,” she said.
“I told you what those guys were like.”
“Shut up!”
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“He’s going to be back and he’s going to expect something. You know what I can do, but if you just tell me what he wants to know, I won’t have to ... you know.”
I shook my head. It wasn’t like I was being brave or anything like that. My dick was still sore as all hell and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out for long if she decided to do that again, but I just didn’t want to give in without putting up some kind of a fight.
“What am I going to do with you?”
“You could let me go,” I suggested.
“Shut up!”
I stopped talking. She was eying my cock and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what she had in mind.
“I could do it,” she said.
“I know.”
I knew she was considering the idea. I was already thinking about what I might do. As it was, my options were rather limited. I could try and fight back and probably piss her off, or I could ...
I didn’t want to think about that last option.
“Turn over,” she said.
“Why?”
“Are you arguing with me? Really?”
I wasn’t arguing with her, not when she used that tone of voice. I had the feeling that arguing would be a very bad thing and besides, at least when I turned over, at least my cock was a little more protected.
I could feel her mounting the bed. “You know, it really is your fault,” she said.
My fault, I wondered. How was it my fault?
Fortunately, or unfortunately for me, she was going to tell me what she meant. “You should have told me what these guys were like.”
“You wouldn’t have believed me.”
“Shut up,” and with that, she gave my butt a hard slap before finally relenting. “Well, maybe you’re right,” she said. “Maybe I wouldn’t, but you still should have told me.”
“I did,” I reminded her.
“Yeah, well ... you should have told me better.”
I didn’t say anything.
“Which of course leaves us with the question of what am I going to do with you now.”
I was pretty sure there wasn’t any question about it. I had a pretty good idea that she’d already made up her mind about that.
She slapped my butt again. “You’re going to have to give me something, you know.”
I could feel her hand sliding between my cheeks. What the hell was she doing there?
“Do you like that?” she asked as she pressed her fingers up against my hole. “Do you like it when I touch you there?”
No. The answer was supposed to be no, but ...
She pulled her fingers back and I’d thought she’d given up on me. I should have known better.
“How about I slide my finger in here?”
Her fingers were back only this time, they were slick and wet as she slid them between my cheeks.
“What about it? Do you want to feel my finger in your butt?”
Her finger was pressing against my hole and even if I didn’t want to admit it to her or to me, I knew it felt good.
“I can’t hear you,” she said but then she wasn’t actually waiting for my response because in the next moment, she was pushing her finger inside of my butt.
“How’s that feel?” she asked again. “How’s it feel to have my finger in your butt? Do you like that?”
I couldn’t help but like it.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Should I push it deeper?”
It was a rhetorical question. She was going to push her finger deeper whether I wanted her to or not.
I couldn’t help but groan as she did that. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you. What do you think? You think we should add another finger?”
Again, there wasn’t an answer that was needed or even wanted from me. Melissa already knew what she was going to do.
Melissa pushed another finger in my butt.
I couldn’t help but groan. “Why are you doing this to me?” I asked.
“What? Do you mean you don’t like it?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I could always pull on your cock instead.”
I couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of that. You wouldn’t have thought a guy could be fucked too much but Melissa had done it. My cock needed a rest. “No,” I said. “That will be fine.”
“You sure?”
“I was sure,” I told her.
Her fingers were fucking my butt even harder and I knew what was going to happen.
“Are you going to cum for me?” the girl asked. “Are you going to cum for me?”
Hell no. That’s what I wanted to say. Hell no.
“Maybe I should stick another finger inside there.”
“No.”
“You mean two’s good enough for you.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “W-why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I like it,” she said. “Or how about this. Because it’s better than what I could be doing. Or how about ... because I don’t hear you complaining.”
She was right, I realized. I wasn’t complaining.
“And now, I think it’s time to see you cum.”
She didn’t need to tell me. I already knew that was going to happen. I couldn’t help but groan as my cock started to cum.
“Oh yeah,” Melissa groaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Let it all out.”
I couldn’t believe it. I was face down on Melissa’s bed, face down and handcuffed to the bed and Melissa had just finger fucked my ass until she made me cum. Okay, this was getting really weird.
“What should we do with you next?” Melissa asked.
“You could always let me go.”
Melissa just laughed at that. “I don’t think Kyle would like it if I did that.”
“He doesn’t own you,” I told the girl and then something occurred to me. “He doesn’t own you, does he?”
That at least made her stop laughing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He hasn’t injected you with anything yet, has he?”
“What? No, he hasn’t injected me with anything. Why?”
I wasn’t sure what to tell her. It was obvious she wasn’t taking me seriously but she had to know. “Make sure he doesn’t inject you,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because as much as you think you’re in control, you won’t be if he injects you with his drug.”
For a moment, I actually thought I was getting through to her but then Melissa just laughed at me. “You’re funny,” she said. “You’re just trying to scare me.”
“Actually, I am,” I told her, “but that doesn’t mean I’m not telling you the truth.”
“Yeah right. You can’t scare me. Now let’s see. Where were we? Oh yeah. I think we were talking about the whereabouts of your friends.”
“You don’t have to do this,” I said.
“I thought you said I did.”
She just didn’t get it. She thought I was trying to scare her because I wanted to get away but that wasn’t it at all.
“Why don’t you turn over,” she said.
“No.”
“No? Why Paul, I hardly expected that from you. You’ve been so amenable of recent, but I suppose it was bound to happen. Should I try and make you turn over?”
“Go ahead and give it your best shot,” I told her.
“Oooh, a challenge. I like that. Maybe I should spank your ass. Would you like that, Paul?”
She wasn’t waiting for an answer. She gave my butt a slap and then she slapped it again. If that was the worst she could do, I thought to myself, then I could live with that.
“Are you going to tell me what I want to know?” she asked.
I shook my head.
“You probably think this is the worst I can do, don’t you?”
I shook my head.
“You don’t need to lie to me,” she said. “I already know the answer.”
I said nothing.
Crack!
Pain lanced through my ass. That wasn’t a hand. That was something else and before I had time to register anything more, there it was again.
I turned and looked back at Melissa and there she was with a belt in her hand. My belt to be exact. She was whipping my ass with my own belt. “I told you I already knew the answer,” she said and then she swung the belt down again.
One good thing with getting my ass whipped was it took my mind off of just how much my cock still hurt.
“Are you going to tell me what I want to know?”
I shook my head and the belt came down again.
“I can keep this up as long as you can,” she said.
She probably could, I thought.
“Or maybe what I need to find is a better target.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Regretfully, I was about to find out. I could feel her reaching between my legs. I could feel her taking hold of my balls. It actually felt good the way she was doing that. “Now this is a better target.”
No! I scrambled to get those between my legs but I knew I was still very exposed.
She just laughed at me. “My, my, my. Looks like someone is rather sensitive.”
I scrambled to turn myself around. I might still be handcuffed to the bed but at least I could see it coming.
Melissa just laughed at me. “You know I can keep this up as long as you can.”
Maybe, I wanted to tell her, but I wasn’t going to give up without a fight.
As it turned out, the fight was over before it ever began because before Melissa could do anything, Kyle stepped back into the room. He looked at Melissa and then at me and he grinned. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked.
“Just trying to get that information you were looking for,” Melissa said.
“How? By beating him?”
“I need to make him talk.”
“My dear,” the man said as he took the belt away from Melissa. “Information, yes. Beating, no. Beating leaves physical marks and we don’t want that. It’s so much better to make the victim incapable of saying no. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, but—”
He grabbed the girl and before she knew what was happening, he had a syringe pressed up against her arm and he was looking at me. “You know what this is,” he told me. “You know what it can do. You can save her. All you have to do is tell me where my cousin is.”
“Fuck you,” I told him.
“You know what’s going to happen to her if I inject her. You know what she’s going to become, but you can stop it if you tell me where my cousin is right now.”
“What are you doing?” Melissa was crying.
“You can save her,” Kyle said, “but if you don’t act now, what happens to her will be on your conscience.”
I didn’t say anything.
“My cousin’s already a lost cause but you can save this slut if you act right now.”
“Tell him what he wants to know,” Melissa pleaded.
I said nothing.
“Last chance,” the man said.
“Oh my God. He’s got the needle in my arm. Tell him. Tell him please.”
I shook my head. “I can’t.”
“Please!”
I’m embarrassed to admit it but I could have done something and I didn’t. At the very least, I could have saved her but in so doing, I would have had to have given up Sue and Bianca and truth be told, I couldn’t help but wonder if this might not be some elaborate hoax designed to make me do exactly that.
“Please,” Melissa pleaded.
If she was acting, she deserved to get an Academy Award. I looked at Kyle. “Come on,” I said. “You don’t want to do that.
“Oh, I think I do,” he said. “You got ten seconds to make up your mind or I’m going to do it. One ... two ...”
“Please,” Melissa whimpered. “Please.”
“... four, five ...”
“I can’t help you without hurting someone else.”
“But I don’t want him to do it,” she said.
“... seven, eight ...”
“I can’t.”
“... ten. Oh my, that was so touching,” Kyle said. “You almost had me thinking that you wanted to help her. Almost, but not quite. But here’s something you should know about me. I always do what I say I’m going to do.”
I watched him push the plunger down.
“No,” Melissa wailed. “No, I don’t want to.”
But it was already too late. We all knew that. The effects of the drug wouldn’t show themselves immediately but it wouldn’t be long before Melissa started to feel something.
“I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone,” Kyle said and with that, he pushed Melissa towards me before laughing as he walked out of the room.
She hit me. “You didn’t do nothing, you creep.”
I said nothin.
“Why didn’t you do something,” she said. “I hate you.”
This from the woman who’d nearly rubbed my cock raw. What the hell did she expect me to do?
“What’s going to happen to me?” Melissa asked.
“Well, from what I’ve seen,” I told her, “you’re probably going to get really horny.”
“I already was horny. I always have been.”
I shook my head. “Not like this you haven’t.”
Melissa nodded. “Then what?”
“You’re going to want to fuck. You’re going to want to do it a lot.”
Melissa snorted at that. “What? With you? Yeah right. Dream on.”
I shook my head. “Not just with me. With anyone.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.”
“You don’t understand. You won’t be able to control yourself. You’ll want to do it over and over and over again.”
“Like I said, that doesn’t sound so bad.”
I shook my head. She just didn’t understand but she soon would.
“So when’s this supposed transformation supposed to take place?”
“Soon,” I told her.
“I suppose if you’re right then, I ought to show you what I think of you while I still can.”
I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that.
“Turn over,” she ordered and after I did, she said, “up on all fours.”
I could feel her coming up behind me and then I could feel the feel of her hands on my ass. “I’ll bet you like that,” she said. “I’ll bet you like it when I stroke you like this.”
I would have answered but before I could, her hand smacked my butt hard.
“Or is this what you like, you ass hole? You should have been a gentleman, you know. You should have come to my aid.”
Her hand smacked my ass and then she smacked me again.
“But you didn’t do that, did you? You just let him inject his drug into me. You deserve to be spanked.”
She wasn’t waiting for an answer from me. She just spanked me again.
“You should have been a man,” she chastised me. “Instead, you acted like a little boy.”
It wasn’t my fault, I kept telling myself. It wasn’t my fault.
She spanked me hard yet again. “I can’t believe you were man enough to please me.”
Her hand stroked my ass.
“It makes me wonder though.”
Wonder about what, I wondered.
“I’ll bet you’re wondering what I’m wondering about,” she said.
Well, yeah.
Her hand was stroking my ass but she wasn’t spanking me anymore. “You know, you’ve got me wondering,” she said again. “You’ve got me wondering how a little boy can have a man’s cock.”
Huh?
Her hand slid down off my ass until she was wrapping her hand around my cock. “I love this,” she said. “It’s so nice and hot and thick.”
It was happening, I told myself.
“You don’t really want me to keep spanking your ass, do you?” Her hand squeezed my cock. “Wouldn’t you like to have me do something else instead.”
“Like what?”
Her hand squeezed my cock again. “Oh, I’m sure we could think of something,” she said.
I was pretty sure she’d already thought of something.
“Turn over,” she said.
I turned and all the while, her hand never left my cock.
“You don’t really want me to keep spanking you, do you?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “It’s really up to you.”
Her hand was stroking my cock. “I think you’ve suffered enough,” she said. “I think you’ve learned your lesson.”
“If you say so.”
“I say so. In fact, I think it’s time you made it up to me for being such a bad boy.”
“Yeah? What’d you have in mind?”
“Something like this,” she said and without further ado, she straddled my body and she was pressing my cock up against the underside of her hot, little pussy. “Oh yeah,” she groaned. “Oh yeah. Something like that.”
There wasn’t any doubt what was going to happen next. She knew it and I knew it. It was just a matter of time.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned as she pushed herself down onto my cock. “Oh yeah,” she groaned again. “Oh yeah. That feels good.”
I certainly couldn’t disagree with her there. My cock inside a nice, tight, little pussy. She was right. That certainly did feel good.
She began to work herself up to speed as her pussy rode my cock. Now that she had the feel for it, her hands went to her tits and she moaned as her fingers pulled on her nipples. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. That feels good.”
I would have held her legs if it weren’t for the fact that my hands were still handcuffed to the bed but the truth was she didn’t need any help from me.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “Your cock is so big and hard. I love your cock. I love it.”
Her motions were getting more and more frantic as she rode my cock.
“I want you to cum,” she told me. “I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel it. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
I didn’t tell her but I had the idea that she already knew that if she kept doing what she was doing, she was going to get what she wanted.
“Come on,” she moaned. “Come on. I want you to do it.”
I almost did. I was that close.
“Come on. Give it to me.”
I was right there. I was right on the fucking edge and her pussy was grinding my cock. I couldn’t help it. I groaned and in the next instant, I was cumming inside her.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Do it. Fill me up with your cum.”
I was already doing that and she knew it but I think she just wanted to say it and besides, I liked hearing her say it so I did just what she wanted me to do.
“God, I can’t believe it,” she said when we were done. “I can’t believe how hot your cock is.”
“It’s not my cock,” I said. “It’s the drug.”
She seemed to think about it and then she grinned. “You know what? I don’t care what it is. All I know is I want to do it again.”
“We’d do a whole lot better if you’d let me go,” I said.
“But if I keep you prisoner, you can fuck me over and over again, and besides, I like you this way.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Whenever I want you, all I have to do is to hop on and have you give me a ride.”
“So you’re not going to let me go?”
“’Fraid not. You’re too much fun this way.”
That was just what worried me.