Sorrounded by devils


    "You are going to be my bitch here." She said.


    "What''s that supposed to mean?" I asked.


    "It means that I''m making you into my sex ve. Your main purpose in life will be to satisfy my


    twisted appetites. See, I''m a member of a secret little sex club. There are about 20 of us. I think


    you''ve already met one of the other members-- Phil, down at the front desk.


    "Anyway, we get into all kinds of weird group sex. And when I put the word out that I could ckmail


    you into being our bitch, I got a very enthusiastic response." She said smiling.


    "This is too fucked up to even think about." I said.


    "Maybe you can think about this--what would your father do if he knew you liked to dress up in girl''s


    underwear? Think he might kick you out of the house? Think he might write you out of his will?" She


    said with a wicked smile on her face.


    "You are one sick bitch." I yelled at her.


    "You don''t know how sick-- not yet." She said.


    Another knockes at the door before I can even begin to digest what Franca is telling me.


    "But you''re about to find out," Franca says.


    She goes over to the door and opens it. Phil, the front-desk clerk, walks in. As Franca lets go of the


    door, Phil leaps on her. He wraps her in a bear hug and grabs the hair at the back of her head. He


    jerks back Franca''s head and nts a sloppy kiss on her lips. I can see their tongues darting into


    each others'' mouths.


    She''s really serious on what she said. I was shocked seeing my father''s house kissing a stranger.


    Not just a normal kiss but a deep kiss. I feel like Strangling two of them but I know I can''t do


    Anything.


    I was sitting, watching ady my dad married to, kissing another guy in front of his son. So devilish


    and disregarding.


    When Phil has enough, he pushes her away and fixes his gaze on me. I feel like engulfing his eyes


    out, He''s just a bastard.


    "Is that her?" he asks smiling.


    "Yeah,"Franca Replied turning to look at me.


    Phil licks his lips. I squirm and pull at the hem of my dress.


    "She''ll do nicely," Phil says.


    "She''s a virgin," Franca says.


    "Even better," Phil says. "Can we start now?"


    "No," Franca says. "We have to wait for the others."


    "Others?" I ask. "What others."


    Phil looks at Franca with a smirk.


    "You didn''t tell her?" he asks.


    "Not yet," Franca says.


    Phil shakes his head.


    "You evil bitch," he says.


    She smirks back.


    "Got that right," she says.


    I''ve had enough. I stand up.


    "What the fuck is going on?" I ask.


    "You''re going to get gang-fucked," Franca says.


    "Gang-fucked?" I ask. "How many we talkin''?"


    "Depends on how many can make it," she says.


    "I never agreed to that," I say.


    "It was never up to you," she says. "Now sit down and shut up before I decide to call your father."


    I dropped down onto the couch and folded my arms defiantly. Before I could think of anything else to


    say, someone else knocked at the door. She opened it and in walked one of the hugest men I''ve


    ever seen. He was like a side of beef on legs. The guy was over six feet and at least 250 pounds of


    pure muscle. He had short, ck hair and wore a ck shirt that barely contained his bulk.


    "So I hear you got a whore that needs some abuse," he says.


    "You heard right," franca says. "That piece of shit on the couch is what you''re looking for."


    Muscles zeroes in and lunges toward me. I flinch. Franca catches him by the cor, and Muscles


    stops dead in his tracks. Although he''s twice Franca''s weight, she has total control over him.


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    "Not yet, Luke, " she says. "More are on the way."


    Philughs and ps Luke on the shoulder.


    "That''s why I like you, Luke," he says.


    Luke grunts and rxes his shoulders. But he never takes his eyes off me. He''s like an animal,


    working on pure instinct. I stare back at him, wondering where I''ve seen him. Then it hits me: he''s


    been at the house. He is Franca''s personal trainer.


    Franca and Phile sit on the couch with me, while Luke settles into a love seat. We all sit around


    the TV, silently watching porn for about 15 minutes. The room is totally quiet, except for the


    moaning and gruntinging from the movie. I sneak peeks at Luke and Phil. They have big


    bulges in their pants. Pressure in the room is building. It feels like it could blow at any moment.


    I''m totally shocked at who knocks at the door next. It''s our next house neighbors, Stephen, and his


    trophy wife, Lisa. He has good looks and probably has much money. She''s about half his age with


    legs that go on forever. Both are in business suits, looking like they''d juste from the office.


    Franca greets them both with outstretched arms and kisses on the cheek.


    "So d you could make it," she says. "Hope you brought your appetite-- your sexual appetite, that


    is."


    Stephen grabs his crotch.


    "My fuckin'' d*ck is hard as a rock," he says in that thick yoruba ent. "Just like always."


    "And we all know you''re ready-- right, Lisa?" Franca asked.


    "Always," Lisa says.


    "Good," Franca says. "I don''t think anyone else ising, so let''s start."


    .


    I was just sitting, staring at her. I checked my watch, its almost time.