Deep Blue

by Aishling Morgan

  Her only crumb of comfort against the way she was being drawn in to Ed were her dreams, yet the strange connection of sex and the gigantic octopus they produced filled her with confusion and guilt. Guilt also came from the certain knowledge that to escape Ed she would also have to renounce the religion she had been brought up in, leaving her more bewildered than ever. Now, dressed in culottes and a loose shirt, she had once more turned to work, forcing herself to concentrate despite a growing need to once more bring herself to orgasm.

  The tone of the bell broke into her thoughts. She rose, walking quickly to the window, hoping to see kids running away or some drunkard who had pressed the wrong bell. It was neither, but, as she had feared, it was Ed, and worse, the police sergeant, Perkins, was with him.

  ‘Come on, babe, let your lover in,’ Ed called, his slurred voice showing only too clearly that he was drunk.

  Lily hesitated, willing herself to tell him to go away and come back when he was sober. His expression, already aggressive, turned to annoyance and she found herself hastily pulling on a dressing gown as she ran for the stairs. He pushed in, kissing her and squeezing her bottom before demanding beers. In the flat he threw himself into one armchair, Perkins taking the other. Lily hurried to get the beer, then to dress, apologising for her appearance and keen to reduce the vulnerability she felt in her dressing gown.

  ‘Don’t bother, babe, we like you like that,’ Ed called out.

  ‘Come in here and give me a kiss.’

  Lily obeyed, certain of what was going to happen but powerless to prevent it. He pulled her close, his breath tasting of beer and cigarettes as he kissed her. His hand closed on her bottom, kneading a cheek in full view of Perkins, an act that sent the blood rushing to her face despite what Ed had made her do before. At last he released her, sending her stumbling with a heavy slap to her bottom as she rose.

  ‘In fact,’ he drawled, ‘I know what I fancy. I fancy a bit of topless service. What do you say, Jeff?’

  ‘Nice,’ Jeff answered, his eyes already fixed to where Lily’s dressing gown had fallen open to reveal the lacy front of her culottes.

  ‘Got your sexy French knicks on, eh, love?’ Ed remarked. ‘That’s great, topless in tarty French knickers, just the job.’

  ‘Nice,’ Jeff repeated.

  ‘Come on, Lil, get them off,’ Ed ordered. ‘Mustn’t keep our guest waiting, must we?’

  Lily turned to him, her self-esteem dropping yet another notch at the misuse of her name. She was Lily, she had always been Lily, a pretty name she had always loved and which she felt suited her. To be called Lil was awful, a vulgar name, making her think of cigarette stubs and overdone make-up. Yet she knew it was pointless to protest, even if she had been able to find the courage to do so.

  Her hands had already gone to her dressing-gown cord. She tugged it open and it fell wide. She eased the shoulders down and it dropped to the floor. She took the hem of her shirt and pulled it high and off. She was topless, bare but for her culottes, her breasts showing, also a fair bit of bottom cheek, making her nothing more than a topless waitress, fit only to serve ogling men — and she was not even a paid waitress.

  ‘That’s my girl,’ Ed drawled. ‘Fuck me, but you’re a turn-on, you horny little bitch. Right, get some more beers, and fix yourself something while you’re at it, why not?’

  Lily walked quickly into the kitchen, acutely aware of their eyes on her rear view. Bending to the fridge was worse, knowing how much of her bottom showed and the way the culottes pulled tight against her sex. It would get worse, she was sure of it: probably she would be made to suck and swallow; certainly it would not be long before she was made to surrender her final garment.

  She knew she would do it, obeying every dirty command Ed chose to give and at the end coming in helpless abandon unless she was stopped. In ways the shame of knowing how she would respond was worse than that of being nude, even of being made a sex object for them. After placing the beers on top of the fridge, she poured herself a glass of white wine, then hurriedly stepped back out of sight of the living room and upended the bottle over her mouth. She held it as long as she could, cold, sharp Muscadet flowing down her throat, then stopped, finding she had drunk close to half the bottle.

  ‘Come on!’ Ed called. ‘We ain’t got all day, or are you after a slap?’

  ‘I reckon she is,’ Perkins laughed. ‘On her big arse!’

  Ed laughed in response, Lily colouring furiously as she gathered up the drinks.

  ‘On your knees, crawl out with them!’ Ed crowed. ‘Come on, get down, show some respect, you little tart!’

  Lily dropped quickly, crawling out into the living room on her knees and holding the drinks out to the men. Ed squeezed her bottom, his fingers slipping briefly under her culottes and between her thighs.

  ‘She’s fucking soaking, the dirty bitch!’ he called. ‘She loves this stuff, the rougher the better.’

  ‘Take your belt to her arse, Ed, teach her what happens to whores,’ Perkins answered. ‘Come on, I love to see a whipped arse.’

  ‘All right, I will,’ Ed answered. ‘Come on, Lil, arse up, let’s see it.’

  Lily looked at him, unable to speak, trying to plead with her eyes. He merely clicked his fingers and pointed to the floor at his feet, then began to undo his belt. She bent, trembling, raising her bottom and feeling the culottes pull up between her cheeks, leaving them bare but for a puff of lace sticking out between.

  ‘Fucking gorgeous, what an arse!’ Perkins drawled.

  ‘Whack her, Ed, make her squeak.’

  ‘Dead right,’ Ed answered and Lily heard the slither of leather on cotton as he drew his belt free of his trousers.

  She tensed, gritting her teeth and screwing her eyes up. It came, the whistle of the belt through the air and the crack as it hit her bottom, the explosion of pain and the sound of her own cry. Again he did it, and again, laughing as he beat her, beer sloshing from his full can and splashing on her naked back and in her hair. Perkins watched, squeezing his cock, then laughing and slapping his thigh in merriment as she began to lose control.

  Her feet were drumming on the carpet, her squeals and protests sounded distant in her ears. The pain was dreadful, her bottom bouncing to the smacks, the sound of leather on flesh blending with the men’s laughter. Her mind had gone, all attempts at dignity abandoned in a desperate effort to dull the pain, kicking and squealing, thrashing and writhing as she collapsed to the carpet, in a flurry of tears and beating fists.

  It stopped, as abruptly as it had started, leaving her to reach back and clutch her burning bottom, her teeth gritted in pain as she squeezed her cheeks. Tears of shame and misery were running down her face, made worse by the hot throbbing of her bottom and the swollen, aroused feeling in her sex. She knew what the beating had done: other men had done it before, provoking a sexual reaction by smacking her buttocks and leaving her on heat, just as she now was.

  ‘Oh, that does look funny!’ Perkins laughed. ‘It’s ages since I saw a woman get a good whacking, but it always makes me laugh. Here, Lil, show us your arse, full on.’

  ‘Do it,’ Ed ordered.

  Lily turned and lifted her bottom, presenting it to Perkins, who gave an amused grunt.

  ‘Wet patch, I knew it,’ he said. ‘They love a good whacking, bitches, always turns them on.’

  ‘Turn around, slut,’ Ed demanded.

  Lily hastened to obey, wheeling to give him the same rude display of reddened buttocks and wet panty crotch.

  ‘Jesus, that’s a horny sight,’ he breathed. ‘Cunt time, Lil, and you can give Jeff a suck.’

  She nodded, numbly accepting her fate. Expecting her culottes pulled down, she lifted her bottom and spread her thighs, then went up on her arms, opening her mouth for the policeman.

  ‘You’re too fucking eager, you know that?’ Ed grated.

  ‘Maybe I should fuck you up the arse again, just to teach you what happens to sluts.’

  ‘Yeah, do it,’ J
eff agreed. ‘Right up her shitter.’

  ‘I’m going to,’ Ed answered, ‘and, just to show what a good sport I am, you can have your go when I’m finished.’

  ‘No, not that, please,’ Lily begged. ‘That’s special, just for you.’

  ‘No, babe, you don’t get it, do you? You’re my girl, you’re going to be my wife. Sure your body’s special, and don’t get your pretty head in a muddle. I’ll be the one who fucks you, me and me only, for the rest of your life. Still, you’re mine and I’m a generous guy. I like to share with my friends.’

  ‘But not that,’ she said, begging. ‘Not up my bottom.’

  ‘Hey, hey, babe, now come on. Whose are you?’

  ‘Yours,’ Lily answered faintly.

  ‘I can’t hear you, speak up.’

  ‘Yours,’ she repeated.

  ‘Right, mine, so you do as I say.’

  ‘But I’m still sore!’

  ‘You’ll soon get over that. Come on, you little bitch, you know you love it. Now drop them and show us that sweet little arsehole.’

  Lily stood, slowly. She felt a surge of utter misery as her hands went to the waistband of her culottes. Ed was staring at her, his hand down his fly, obviously feeling his cock. Perkins was staring too, his little piglike eyes feasting on her bare breasts.

  ‘Turn around, show us what you’ve got,’ Ed urged.

  ‘Jesus, Jeff, she’s hot, but she’s a slow learner. Come on, babe, do it like the strippers do, nice and slow with your bum stuck out so we can see your cunt when they come down.’

  Lily turned obediently, her eyes welling with tears as she pushed out her bottom. Steeling herself, she began to take down her culottes, feeling every inch of her exposure as the silk slid down over her bottom. Ed grunted, Perkins smacked his lips, and then it was bare, her chubby bottom on show to the two men. She knew it was true, her sex lips showed from behind, pouting out in a nest of golden curls, her most intimate secrets bare, naked for the attention of two drunken, lecherous men. She let out a sob, no longer able to hold back, but continued to lower her culottes, all the way to her ankles and off.

  ‘Nice,’ Ed drawled. ‘Stay like that, babe. Ain’t she got the sweetest little cunt, Jeff?’

  Perkins grunted agreement. Lily stayed still, her face burning with blushes as she held her rude pose and watched the men back between her legs. Ed had taken his cock out and was tugging at it, a casual, dirty gesture in response to her show. Perkins was only marginally less obscene, his trousers open to reveal grey underpants with his erect cock a solid bar beneath the material.

  ‘Pull them open,’ Ed ordered, ‘let’s see your arsehole.’

  Lily reached back and spread her buttocks, stretching her anus for their inspection. She was shivering, near to panic, thinking of how she must look, standing nude with her bottom stuck out and her cheeks held wide, her bumhole a dirty brown wrinkle between them, pulsing in her expectation. Perkins pulled out his cock, peeling the foreskin up and then down, his eyes never leaving her bottom.

  ‘Now grease your hole,’ Ed drawled. ‘Grease it while we watch.’

  ‘What with?’ she asked.

  ‘How the fuck would I know?’ Ed answered. ‘Whatever you normally use when you grease your arsehole, you little wanker!’

  ‘Make it something tasty!’ Perkins laughed. ‘Ed might want to stick his cock in your mouth while I’m having my turn!’

  Both men burst into drunken laughter as Lily ran for the kitchen.

  Juliana took a last bite of skate and tossed the crushed remains of the cartilage into the bin at the foot of a lamp-post. She looked up, watching the brightly lit window from which such interesting sounds were coming. The street was empty, the last stragglers heading home from the pubs already passed, the fish-and-chip shop in the act of closing. Twice men had assumed she was a prostitute, despite the baggy, sea-stained black clothes that hung loose on her slight body. Both had hurriedly changed their minds when they saw her eyes.

  She had come in response to a sympathy, buying the skate as much to kill time as from any need to eat. Now, with the last people gone from the street she had begun to concentrate. The noises coming from the room suggested cruelty, and she had heard the smacking sounds and the heartless male laughter mingled with feminine cries and guessed that a girl was being beaten. That there was pleasure in it she had no doubt, and she wanted to see.

  Bracing her legs around the post, she gripped it and began to pull herself up, rising quickly to the level of the window. She could sense the sympathy, now strong, and half expected to see Aileve, perhaps indulging herself with a pair of drunken dockers. Instead there was a young blonde woman, naked, on her knees with a full, pear-shaped bottom pushed out towards the window. A man was visible, sprawled in a chair, beer can in one hand, erect penis in the other. Another was nearer, against the window, only his head showing above the back of an armchair.

  Juliana smiled, sensing the girl’s fear and excitement. She was beautiful, also timid, yet what she was doing suggested a delicious streak of lewdness. In her hand was a jar, the lid off, the girl’s fingers delving in, scooping out thick, dark honey. Juliana licked her lips, thinking of the sweet, rich taste, then again as the girl reached quickly back and smeared herself between her ripe bottom cheeks. A finger disappeared into the tight anus, then withdrew, sticky with honey, only to be plunged back and joined by another.

  The men were talking, making lewd remarks as the girl fingered her bottom, remarks that had made her face a furious red with blushes. Equally red was her bottom, the heavy, parted cheeks showing dark bruises from her beating, the whole full peach flushed red from punishment. Again Juliana licked her lips, thinking of the thrill of beating such a beautiful girl and the taste of sweet honey licked from between another woman’s thighs.

  The girl now had three fingers inside herself, her anus a ring of strained pink flesh, a tiny, black hole visible at the centre. The honey was running down over her sex, thick and golden as it caught in her hair and dripped from her clitoris. Juliana let her own fingers slip on to her crotch, kneading her sex lips as she wound her limbs firmly around the post. In the room the man was coming forward, poking his cock at the girl’s face. She seemed hesitant, but took it, her cheeks sucking in as her mouth was filled. The other man barked a sharp command and the girl’s fingers pulled free of her bottom hole, leaving it gaping wide, a black orifice into her body with golden honey running from the open hole.

  Juliana pushed her hand into her trousers, finding her bare sex beneath. Clinging hard, she watched as the second man knelt, blocking her view of the blonde girl’s bottom. He grunted and she saw her muscles jump, and at the thought of his cock being forced into her honey-filled rectum she came, teeth gritted in the effort of keeping her hold at the moment of orgasm.

  Lily knelt, her mouth pursed around Jeff Perkins’s cock, her bottom high, the hole stuffed with Ed’s own penis as he sodomised her. It stung, as before, the sharp pain mixed with a dull, bruising ache. Yet the pleasure was too great to deny, the breathless ecstasy of having a penis moving in her rectum, the dirty submission of sucking another man’s cock as she was buggered, even the awful shame of being naked and used in both ends while they watched. Ed had his hands on her buttocks, spreading them with his thumbs as he buggered her. Perkins was holding her head, fucking her mouth and mumbling obscenities as she sucked on his cock. It was too good, and she knew her resolve would soon break, that she would reach back and masturbate shamelessly in front of them, at least if the slapping of Ed’s balls on her empty vulva didn’t get her there first.

  ‘She’s so tight!’ Ed grunted. ‘You’re going to love this, Jeff. Come on, Lil, you little whore, suck him and think where his cock’s going, right up your dirty little arse!’

  ‘I’ve got to do it, Ed, or I’m going to come,’ Perkins grunted. ‘Come on, let me plug her shitter. You can make her suck while I’m doing it.’

  ‘Hang on,’ Ed gasped.

  ‘Come on, Ed, y
ou’ve got to do it,’ Perkins growled.

  ‘Make the little bitch suck! In her mouth, Ed, when it’s been up her arse!’

  Ed stopped, suddenly, and Lily felt a horrible certainty. He was going to do it, he was really going to do it. Perkins had her hair, holding his erection in her mouth, making it impossible to voice her protests. Ed was pulling out, her ring everting, stinging as his erection left her bottom hole. It came free and she farted, then winced with new shame as both men laughed.

  Perkins let go of her head, moved to one side, his cock slipping free, glossy with her saliva. Ed approached, his erection nudging her arm. She turned, looking up, begging with her eyes but unable to speak, unable to refuse the filthy act to which she was about to be subjected. He merely grinned and pushed it at her face, the taut red skin glistening with honey and mucus. She swallowed, trying to stop herself but knowing she was going to do it, to suck an erection that had just been up her bottom, a turgid, dirty penis, wet with her own slime.

  Her head came forward, her body responding to what her mind could not accept. She gaped, gingerly, reluctantly, struggling with her boiling emotions, only for Ed to lose patience, grab her hair and push his filthy erection deep into her mouth. Lily managed a muffled gasp and she was sucking, her eyes closed as she tasted herself and him, also the honey, swallowing over and over, incredulous that she could be so filthy.

  ‘She loves it, cocksucking little tart,’ Ed grunted. ‘Oh, that is good. Come on, Jeff, put it up her arse.’

  Hands took Lily’s buttocks, spreading the cheeks. Her anus stung, but she knew it was wet and loose and that he would soon be in her, not her lover but a man her lover had allowed to use her. The round, firm tip of his cock nudged her bottom hole, pushing, slipping in the slimy mess that was oozing out of it. Again he pushed, holding his cock to the hole. There was a stab of pain and her ring gave, several inches of his erection rammed home in her gut to make her gasp and gag on the penis in her mouth. Ed gave a pleased grunt and pushed his cock deeper, into her throat. Perkins pushed at the same time, forcing the rest of his cock into her rectum until his balls met her vacant, sopping vulva.