The Abduction of Veronica X

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

Daphne

Penelope was next in line to be broken in. Even Bo, good old, big-hearted, big-dicked Bo was excited about seeing our shameless girlfriend grovel for a s****l outcome in front of them all. A few weeks after I was initiated, she arrived at the Writer’s Club late. This wasn’t unusual, sort of a power struggle with Emerson. In the 60’s most women, unless they were Betty Freidan, were still too unsure of their power to buck a man when he wanted his way. We’d been trained in subservience. Oh, we could argue points, but we were normally the ones who acquiesced in the end. Perhaps a wife could wheedle her way around her husband, but I was too young then, too fresh and too much in awe of Emerson to do any wheedling.

I knew when Penelope arrived ten minutes after the hour that Emerson would jump right on her; he’d been in a pissy mood all day, so I’d deliberately stayed clear of him. I’d hope that Penny would have the good sense to put her prima donna persona aside and apologize for being tardy. I knew Emerson was tired of her bitchy attitude.

Unfortunately, Penelope being Penelope had little problem tangling with men. As if expecting a confrontation, she stood, hands on hips in front of him and stared him down like I never could.

‘Who the hell do you think you are?’ She pointed her finger in his direction like an enraged mother.

I was planning a retreat that very instant, not wanting to get in the middle of the fireworks. But that would have pissed Emerson off even more.

He walked right up close to Penny, going eye to eye, the big blue color staring into her cinnamon brown. He smiled, which surprised us all. What was behind the smile wasn’t so sweet, however, as if he had it all planned in advance, he nodded at Zack who came up to her from behind—poor Kathy Ann could hardly stay in her seat. She was horribly jealous and almost in a panic—but she did stay put, since she wasn’t about to leave while Zack was playing with her competition.

Zack reached for Penny’s hands and clamped them in a pair of handcuffs. Obviously, the move was a shock.

‘If you scream, you’ll be gagged,’ Emerson informed her.

‘What are you doing?’ she shouted, trying to wriggle away.

‘Call it the Writer’s Club initiation, darling; Daphne had hers a few weeks back. I suppose she told you about it.’

‘She told me nothing,’ Penny sputtered. My, she was livid. Surprisingly, she did little to struggle free—not that it would have done much good. She looked at me accusingly.

I had to shrug. I knew I’d be in big trouble with Emerson if I made any objection—my own feminist arguments had been shot down with a firm rebuke—and much more. And by then, I could feel the heat between my legs rising. The body memory of my own initiation was having a field day with my present lust. Although she was a friend, Penelope was the kind of woman other women like to see taken down. Maybe that’s what kept Kathy Ann from making trouble; she probably enjoyed it as much as anyone.

‘She told you nothing? Really?’

Emerson looked at me. ‘Tell her, wife.’

I didn’t dare not. For the next few minutes, she heard the gruesome details of my initiation, while staring at me wide-eyed. Meanwhile, Zack unzipped her skirt and pulled it to the floor. His hand was in her crotch from behind, while Emerson’s began assaulting her in front. I don’t know what made her go from livid to limp and wanting, but she was there in seconds. Faster than I had been. She always said she had a quick trigger when it came to getting off and this small stimulation was all she seemed to need.

Sadie

She what? Orgasmed just like that?

Daphne

No, it wasn’t that easy, or that quick. But she would have been there any second. While Emerson kept her physically involved, Zack managed to undo the handcuffs and cuff her from the front. Then Emerson strung her up to a plant hook in the ceiling. The two then stripped her down as much as possible and continued to play with her until she was on the verge of letting go. She’d struggle, you know, grunt and groan as if she should be hating it. But you could tell what she wanted. I think it even became a show for her; she let those of us who were looking on see what a slut she could be. Not that we didn’t already know; she was damned proud of herself as a s****l tease.

The big surprise was the finale when Bo got up and lumbered toward her. Her eyes were closed so she didn’t know he was even there—I’m sure she was dreaming of Zack. But to her eventual surprise, Bo stuffed her from the front while Emerson took her from the rear. She was squealing when she opened her eye to see what was going on. But if she squealed too much, Emerson slapped her ass real hard. Oh, the energy between them was savage, and it kept changing. She’d resist and Emerson would drive her hard. Then she’d relent and Bo would suddenly turn brutal. She’d switch again, hating the way they molded her desire for their use. One minute she loved the f**k; the next she would have slapped their faces.

The two both got off in her, while her body danced like a puppet’s, pulled from one orgasm to the next. She was ‘goddamming’ for at least ten minutes. So much, I thought the neighbors would be banging on the doors to keep it down. I guess they were away that night. Her voice drops almost as if she’s out of breath.

Then she just hung there. Every spark of sass had been whipped from her body. I can still see it. Her little white blouse unbuttoned and dangling to the sides, her pink bra pushed up over her breasts, making them look strangely distorted, while the buds, the n*****s were still red from being twisted and pinched. They glared into the room as remnants of her spent anger. She was naked the rest of the way down with sweat dripping from between her legs and down her flushed face.

Emerson looked at me and saw the desire in my eyes. ‘Go on,’ he said, ‘clean up her crotch with your tongue.’ There was no argument in me. This seemed like the only thing to do. So there was I was, slavishly dousing my face in the combined juices of Bo, Penelope, and my husband, drinking their fervor into me and making it mine. Penny got off again on my tongue, while my face was washed with her c*m. Then a hand was in my crotch, where someone knelt behind me. I purposely didn’t look back. I don’t know if I was afraid. I hoped it was Emerson, but feared it was not. I kept working Penny, more zealously than I suppose I’d planned—all because of the hand that was forcing my c*m from me. I grunted like a little beast, for the second time indicted by my own degeneracy. ‘c*m, wife.’ It was Emerson’s voice; turning his words into an order I was forced to obey, or else. That brought its own shiver. I know sometimes I believed I was controlled by a madman, but I loved the feel of his domination; it bit into my psyche, into the core of it where these base desires still linger.

I was not exactly jealous of Emerson’s attention to other women, but I was scared of him, and how easily he could shame me.

She sighs and sinks back in her chair after some seconds

Sadie

sounding breathless as she continues with the next obvious question

You intimated that Kathy Ann also had an initiation of the same sort?

Daphne

An initiation, yes. But not exactly like mine and Penelope’s. No one thought that Kathy Ann would stay in the club long enough to get her session with the boys. She always seemed one step away from complete hysteria. But after stripping Penelope of her haughty disposition, at least for that one night, the three men had forged a silent pact that would define the nature of their relationship with the women of the Writer’s Club—no matter who they were. They weren’t about to let Kathy Ann come along for the ride without her own show of barefaced lust. Zack, knowing his power over her, used that power well, getting in his vile night of debauchery without her hardly realizing that it happened—until too late.

The night began with some hard drinking and a couple of joints. Normally Emerson rejected drugs or even alcohol as a cop-out to serious creativity, but then he’d get high and all his fancy ideas would fly right out the window. We were giggly drunk, stumbling into the woods. Emerson was all over me, and kissing Penny. Kathy Ann was really tight with Zack and loving it. She was radiant that night with her flawless skin and a mane of long brown hair glowing in the moonlight. She was dreamy and sweet with the most charming smile when she wasn’t wracked by jealousy. You might call her plump now, but then she was simply voluptuous, with the kind of curvaceous form and flesh you want to dive inside.

No one paid much attention to what was happening between Zack and Kathy Ann, until she started to squeal like stuck pig. He had her pinned to a tree, making out, heavy petting, hands everywhere while she laughed and winced, and tried, though not very convincingly, to push him off. She loved every second of his attention, and right in front of us, in front of Penny especially. She always worried that Penny wanted Zack, but that was utterly ridiculous—Zack more than once referred to Penelope as a ball-busting b***h.

That night in the woods, as Zack had Kathy Ann pinned to the tree, he started stripping off her clothes, and she started to scream. He slapped her face to shut her up, warning her. Not slapping real hard, but enough to put her on notice. She looked stricken at first. Her eyes filled with tears, then her lips broke into a devilish smile as her body began to move with obvious arousal. Zack wasn’t content until he stripped her naked. I remember still how her white skin stood out like a light inside the dark woods. Emerson and Bo moved in on either side of her and pulled her hands behind her, roping them behind a tree. For a time, Zack was very gentle with her. He ran a calming hand through her hair, then leaned in to her lips as if to kiss away her fear. ‘Nothing’s gonna happen to you, baby, that you won’t love.’

Zack could be most persuasive.

The tree was prickly behind her, enough to leave deep scratches in her milky flesh.

Then Zack brought out this hulky dildo—I have no idea where he got it. He made her lick the surface wet before he shoved it into her cunt. She seemed to faint right then with pleasure. Desire she couldn’t stave off took the reins of her body and rode her hard from there. Zack was with her the entire time, for the most part soothing her with his hands and loving words, but even so, her initiation was probably the toughest of the three.

Once Zack had her all charged up, he started smacking her p***y with the dildo still shoved inside her cunt. He beat it until she was gasping for breath and carrying on like crazy, kicking, screaming. I’d never seen anyone quite so crazed—of course until all this started I’d never actually watched anyone having s*x. When you’re in the middle of it yourself, you’re hardly thinking about what you and your partner look like.

Penny and I were worried that someone would hear. I think we were pretty sober by then, which made the scene even more bizarre, more unbelievable to watch. This was Kathy Ann, our sweet, innocent Kathy Ann behaving like a savage slut.

When she’d drift off, Zack would smack her face to bring her around, then he used a soothing voice to melt the fears. He made her focus on his eyes while he hurt her. Then, rather oddly, every few minutes he forced beer down her throat, which she gulped as if she were dying of thirst. All that screaming, she probably was.

When she finally complained that she had to pee, Zack told her to pee right there, right there with her back to the tree, her arms tied behind it and probably pretty achy from the stress. She refused and cried a lot about that one. I almost thought he’d lose her there.

He finally gave up and released her from the tree. But Zack was not one to take the complaint lightly. He made a slipknot of the rope that went around her neck. Then he made her crawl deeper into the woods. I suppose she peed there, for him, just for him. When he returned with her, she was forced back to the tree, this time facing the trunk, which had to be much easier on the psyche, even though it scratched that pretty skin of hers raw by the time the three of them finished taking her ass.

I’m not sure she was conscious during half of it. It appeared that she was cumming half the time, her voice like a f*****g angel’s, rising over all the grunts from her male abusers.

Penny and I watched, breathless and salivating, our bodies roaring with excitement and no way to enjoy it. I guess that fact suggests that we were all three exhibitionist masochists.

It really was lovely when Zack brought her down and cradled her in his arms. I think for five minutes of his kindness, Kathy Ann would do anything for the man, including going back on the tree.

This last incident bonded us in a curious way. The Writer’s Club was now more a secret society, a primitive cult, than it was a serious endeavor to expand our writing prowess. Emerson, for all his bossy, overbearing rhetoric succumbed to that feral calling.

Yet, our decadent games did have their effect. He never wrote so profoundly as then, which became a truth for all of us. Inspiration tore through us. But there were rarely readings after the initiation was complete. I suppose it wasn’t necessary anymore, not when we could whip up the creative frenzy in the cauldron of our s****l heat.

Sadie

So, is this when you moved to the country house?

Daphne

We didn’t actually move there. We all had apartments in town. But we met there to drink, share our work on a few rare occasions and, of course, partake in the s****l antics that became the true center of our world.

Sadie

And Veronica X?

Daphne

Yes, and eventually, Veronica X. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves…