Chapter 21: Elyse ll

-- DECEMBER 2003 --

"Nnnghhh..." I sighed, hanging my head forward and letting my dark hair fall over my face as I continued to undulate my body up and down. Carter's thick shaft filled me completely from below, a hard, throbbing pole for me to dance upon. In this reverse-cowgirl position, leaning forward made his dick scrape the back of my cunt, and I braced my hands on his knees where they bent to let his feet dangle off the edge of the bed so that I could lean over even further to get more of that delicious sensation.

Hands crawled up my ribcage before cupping my heavy breasts. Tugging back, the palms compressed my titflesh against my chest while I felt lips nibbling their way along the side of my neck from behind. At first, I pulled my shoulder up against the ticklish sensation. But then the kisses tracked along my cheek, and I turned my head to meet Jillian's lips.

Having dated Carter for a month now, I'd come to realize that while the fake-titted platinum blonde really was a skank, she was also no threat to me in the romance department. She was six years older than him, for one thing, although she claimed to only be 24. But also, every girl around had been quick to tell me that Carter only dated brunettes. Sure, beneath Jillian's dye job were dark brown roots, but she was an old friend who liked to party and have sex, and she would never mean more to him than that.

Of course, that still meant that they were having sex. It had taken me a little while to get used to that not quite trivial fact. After all, doesn't every little girl dream of finding her Prince Charming and keeping him all to herself? It wasn't that I was some naïve little virgin who didn't know the way the world worked around here, but some part of me had still been disappointed to find out my new boyfriend was not and would not be monogamous for me. After that first threesome with Celeste, Carter had been quick to ask if we would do it again soon, with no hesitation to check and see if I would mind his request to fuck my busty blonde roommate again. When I waffled by saying I wasn't sure, he commented that I certainly had been happy to go down on my best friend, and if she wasn't interested in a future threesome, he had several candidates in mind who would readily join us.

My first threesome with one of Carter's "special friends" had been with Jillian, who noted my initial nervousness and promised she'd be gentle with me. Her condescension had riled up my ego and I'd insisted I was a big girl who could take care of herself, so I promptly took charge of that particular fuck. It certainly helped that the three of us had been smoking for twenty minutes and I was buzzing pretty well.

Our second threesome was actually a foursome, with Raleigh and Rebecca, two gorgeous green-eyed brunettes just like me. It was a little weird, actually, how similar we all were, but Carter was super excited by the idea and we all had a pretty good time.

And then last weekend Celeste did indeed join us for an encore.

All the while, Carter insisted that he didn't have any romantic feelings for any of the others no matter how regularly he slept with them, and that he was in fact falling in love with me. He was simply a guy with a healthy appetite for sex, and if I couldn't handle it, I was free to go on my way. In the meantime, he bought me expensive jewelry and showered me with other gifts. And since I'd lacked the money to do that kind of shopping for myself since Daddy's death, well ... a girl really likes to be pampered by her boyfriend.

I didn't mind sharing him. After all, I was just as much into other girls as he was, and the devilish part of me rejoiced in discovering new pussy the same way I had when I was the high school cheer captain seducing the squad. And besides, the girls he brought us REALLY knew their way around a woman's body.

It had only been a month, but I was REALLY enjoying the perks of being Carter's girlfriend. Four weeks ago, I was feeling like shit in the aftermath of Celeste's roofie rape and beating myself up for my failures as a best friend. Four weeks ago, I'd felt like I needed to reinvent myself, to become a "nice" girl and give up my sinful urges for drugs and meaningless sex.

Instead, with Carter, I could just be me. Instead of screwing random guys I met at parties who may or may not have been very good in the sack, I was getting pounded by my handsome, well-hung boyfriend who I already KNEW was really good in the sack. Sure, I wasn't getting the thrill of strange new cock, but the thrill of falling in love for the first time in ... well ... maybe EVER ... more than made up for it.

And instead of going sober, instead of swearing off drugs for the sake of swearing off drugs, well...

"Want another hit, sugar?" Carter asked from beneath me, holding up a fresh fatty already smoking from the tip.

I grinned. I love this man.

-- JANUARY 2004 --

"Ohhh ... shiiiiitttt..."

High as a kite, it took me a while to realize I was drooling. Picking my cheek up from the puddle forming on the bedsheets, I turned my head in the other direction and shifted over a couple of inches before laying my chest back down.

"Feeling good, sugar?" Carter asked gently, his rough hands stroking my bare spine. Standing on the floor beside the bed, he pumped his dick in and out of me from behind. At the same time, he pumped a thin dildo in and out of my dilated and lubricated asshole.

"Fuck yeah..." I groaned. "Fill me, baby ... Fill both of my slutty holes."

Carter chuckled. "You love this, dontcha? Feeling like you've got two cocks in you?"

"Fuck yeah..." I groaned again, still drooling. Reaching a hand back, I added, "Gimme another hit."

The joint was immediately placed in my hand, and I brought it up to my lips to take a drag. Exhaling slowly, I groaned and concentrated on the double-penetration while feeling the fresh batch of marijuana work its way through my veins.

"Do you want two real cocks in you? I can make that happen, you know."

"Hmm?" I asked sleepily.

"Two cocks. Two real cocks. This is the second time you asked me to add a dildo into things, and that doesn't even count the last time Jillian buckled on the strap-on and we DP'd you. I can make it two guys instead. Would you like that?"

Still floating on my high, I wanted to agree right away. The idea of having two live, throbbing, HOT dicks inside my body was SUCH a turn-on. I'd done it several times already, and the idea really appealed right now. But still... "Would you mind? I'm your girlfriend, and I'd never ask you to share me, baby."

"I don't mind, really. Tell the truth, I kinda get off on the idea that my girlfriend is hot enough to take on two of us. I wouldn't be jealous. I'd be happy to make it happen for you."

"You would? You really wouldn't mind?"

Carter chuckled. "In fact, if you want, I can get a friend of mine in here right now."

Smelling a rat, I turned my head back and arched an eyebrow at my boyfriend. "You set something up already, didn't you?"

Carter blushed, but grinned sheepishly even as he continued thrusting in and out of my cunt. "Well maybe I did. I figured you'd like it, but if you don't want to, it doesn't have to happen. Seriously, sugar, I'd never make you do anything you didn't feel comfortable with. It'll always be your choice, that's a promise."

Feeling reassured, I smiled and sighed rapturously. "So you really wouldn't mind? Well then ... I'm high, I'm happy, and my asshole is already lubed up. I guess the only question is: Which hole do you want?"

Carter grinned and produced his cell phone from somewhere. A minute later, the bedroom door opened and Jillian cruised in along with a familiar-looking guy.

"Sam, you remember my girlfriend Elyse, don't you?" Carter gestured to me. "Elyse, this is Sam."

I blinked and tried to place him. I thought I'd seen him around Carter's house during a party or two, but he'd never really stuck around much. But after we exchanged a slightly awkward 'hello', awkward because Carter was still fucking me, my gaze dropped away from Sam's face as Jillian dropped to her knees and dragged Sam's pants down with her. Sam's big dick popped right out, already half-hard from watching me get porked, and I watched it rapidly grow to its full length as Jillian's mouth bobbed back and forth along the elongating shaft.

Carter was leaning back over me, kissing my cheek while I watched Jillian get Sam warmed up. "You sure you want to do this, sugar? I really mean it, I'll never make you do anything you don't want to do. It's your choice."

Lustful fire was already burning inside me. "Bring it on."

"Oh, fuck, Sam! Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! OHWWAAAAUUUUUGGHHHH!"

I threw my head back and arched my spine as the orgasm hit, thrusting my tits into Sam's chest as he smothered my body beneath his. With all four limbs wrapped around his muscular body, I came like crazy and moments later felt Sam shudder in my grasp as his thick cock began spitting wad after wad of spunk into the back of my womb.

"Ohhhh ... fuuuuuckkkk..." Carter groaned from the armchair next to the bed. A naked brunette I'd never met before knelt in front of him, her cheeks bulging as his cock spat out wad after wad of spunk into her throat. His hands gripped the back of her head tightly, trapping her with a throatful of cock and making her gag, and once he was done she had to turn her head and cough several times to regain her breath.

"Fuck that was awesome, sugar," Carter grunted and smiled at me.

I smiled back and sighed as Sam's body slumped down atop mine. Carter and I had a weird relationship to be sure, but I wasn't disappointed with the way things had turned out. Some part of me had always gotten a thrill out of bedding a bunch of different people, both male and female. It was probably why I'd been such a slut about hooking up with so many random guys in the aftermath of Daddy's death. But after meeting Carter and becoming his girlfriend, I became a one-man woman, at least until he invited his good friend Sam to join us two weeks ago. Since then, I'd not only screwed Sam in front of him but also their friend Sang, and that slutty part of me rejoiced in getting new dick without losing my relationship.

Plus, Sam had access to the greatest weed. I'd never smoked anything so pure. And of course, I was flying high right here and now.

Sure, it wasn't all roses and sunshine. I'd flunked half of my courses last semester and hadn't bothered to show up to most of my classes THIS semester. Already I was thinking I wouldn't need to register for my Senior year come fall. Why the fuck did I need a degree? When you look as hot as I do, you don't really have to work for a living. Even if I didn't hook up with Carter, I could certainly find another rich sugar daddy and live comfortably for the rest of my life.

So really, I didn't mind missing out on school. The only thing I sorta minded was how little time I'd spent with Celeste and the rest of my friends recently. Unlike me, Celeste hadn't found a boyfriend like Carter. And for some reason, she'd returned to school after the Winter Break with a greater drive to finish her classes and graduate, blaming her slutty, partying ways for getting her raped in the first place.

She'd encouraged me to do the same, to focus on my future, but why would I want to change anything about the way my life was going? I was happy, I was horny, and I was high. I had a great boyfriend who supplied me with sex, weed, girls, and even hot studs to screw without getting jealous about it. I had the perfect life.

But it all was about to change.

Sam finally pulled himself out of me, and Carter was whispering something to the brunette who had just swallowed his load. And after sharing a look with my boyfriend, Sam looked down at me and asked, "Hey, have you ever tried crystal meth?"

"Hey, you okay? You said you'd had it before, but I meant what I said. I'll never make you do anything you don't want to do," Carter mumbled quietly.

I stared at the Pyrex tube, glassy-eyed even though I hadn't taken a whiff. We were in a room I'd never been in before, in a section of Carter's house that I'd never been in before. But I wasn't here. I wasn't in this room. I saw the pipe, but at the same time I didn't see it. I was in a different room, and my vision was back in the past, back nearly three years ago to the last time I'd taken crystal meth.

It was a time I'd tried to put behind me. The details aren't important, but the point is that I'd lost control of myself. I'd lost my sense of self. And I was scared of it happening all over again.

That greedy, gold-digging whore who'd become my evil stepmother had been the one to introduce me to it, and for a short time I actually thanked her. As much as I loved getting high, nothing had ever compared to the bliss of being on speed. With those little white crystals I became a superwoman, a deity far above that of mere mortals. Truly, marijuana was a joke by comparison...

... but at least it was an addiction I had some control over.

Crystal meth had nearly killed me. Nothing could compare to how good I felt while under its influence, and for a time I would have done anything to feel that way again.

Randi knew it.

Daddy knew it.

And both of those sadistic, messed-up excuses for parents took full advantage of that knowledge.

No more toys. No more buying Daddy's Little Princess expensive gifts in exchange for sex. Get me wired up and I'd do anything for either of them, and they damn well knew it. With crystal meth, Daddy got the power back. At first, he didn't make me do anything I wouldn't have done anyways. I sucked him, I fucked him, and I let him shove it up my ass. But then he made me talk Katrina into fucking him without me being able to join, lest our incestuous secret get out.

And then he made me fuck his boss.

I didn't know it was going to happen. One minute, Daddy was getting me wired and fucking me the way he always did. The next minute, some random old guy walked in and started eating me out. I didn't know who he was or what the hell was going on, but I was so far gone into the drugs and pleasure that I didn't resist when the old guy dropped his pants and shoved it into me.

If I'd only been high on weed, I would have had enough presence of mind to stop him. But I wasn't high on weed. I was on meth. And I'd lost control.

And all of a sudden Daddy got a really big raise.

True, I hadn't been paid cold cash for sex, but I still felt like a dirty whore when I found out. I'd bitched out Daddy for what he'd done to me, but he explained that I never would have agreed to do it upfront (which was the truth) and that his new raise would allow him to afford even nicer things for me. I didn't care about that, only that he'd let some strange old guy fuck me, and I'd tried to cut Daddy off.

Thing was, Daddy was my only source for fresh ice, and in the end my cravings had me crawling back for more.

I'd lost control. And I felt like shit. After all, bribing Daddy into buying me toys for sex was one thing. But what he made me do that time felt like ... prostitution.

And then there was the actual prostitution.

Two weeks later, he did it to me again. I didn't even know who the guy was or how he knew Daddy, and to this day I still don't know who he was. But I was so freaking blitzed in that moment that I didn't care. All that mattered was getting cock inside my body and fucking me to a delirious climax. But once it was over, and as I came down from my high with a stranger's slobber on my tits and his cum leaking out of my ass, I started crying as I saw the stranger fork over five thousand dollars in cash for the pleasure of sodomizing a teenaged Prom Queen.

I never let Daddy do it again. Sure, if he got me wired enough he might very well make it happen, but I assured him that if he did I'd slit my throat as soon as I was sober. Thank goodness he never tried to make me prove it.

I did my very best to get un-hooked from the narcotic. I gave in a time or two, gave in and let Daddy fuck me in exchange for speed. But with time and effort and a helluva lot of weed, I managed to get myself un-addicted. I started eating again. I went out of my way to take good care of my teeth. And I swore I'd never go back.

"I can't," I mumbled quietly, once again back in Carter's house and once again facing the Pyrex tube in front of me.

"C'mon, you'll feel better," Jillian said in a sweet voice just before licking my ear.

I was still buzzing a bit from my marijuana high, which weakened my resolve. But I said again, "I can't do it."

"It's okay," Carter said soothingly, rubbing my shoulder. "It's okay. I told you many times I'd never make you do anything you didn't want to do, and you don't have to do this. It's your choice."

"I'll try it," Judene piped up. She was the brunette I'd never met before who'd just swallowed Carter's cum. She was yet another pretty girl with dark brown hair and green eyes just like me, and she smiled up at Carter with a world of adoration in her eyes before eagerly reaching out for the pipe.

"That's my girl," Carter said warmly as he slid alongside her and wrapped an arm around her waist. Suddenly, his entire focus was on her as he held the pipe and lit it for her. He hugged her firmly, comfortingly as she inhaled. And he held on tightly as her eyes popped WIDE open and she gasped at the sudden sensations blazing up her nerves.

I tore my gaze away, trying like hell to NOT remember those sensations Judene was feeling. I knew exactly what was happening to her body, having felt it myself so many times before. And on shaky legs, I slipped out of the armchair and turned my back to the room.

"Ohmigawd, Carter..." Judene gasped in a breathy voice. "I feel so... good ... Like I'm on fire!"

"I know, sugar."

That brought my head up. Did he just call her 'sugar'? I turned back and saw the pretty girl cuddling into MY boyfriend's arms, and for a moment I wanted to turn back and smack her upside the head.

But Carter looked so happy. He held his arms around her, and when she tilted her head back, he kissed her warmly. This wasn't some skank trying to steal my boyfriend. This was my boyfriend WANTING to kiss her. He was HAPPY ... with HER. Because she'd done what he wanted.

And I didn't.

"You sure you don't want a hit, Elyse?" Jillian offered, after puffing on the business end of the pipe herself. Sam was behind her, giving the platinum blonde a shoulder massage while the euphoric chemicals worked their way into her system. "It's GOOD shit."

Carter glanced over at me, a curious expression on his face.

"C'mon," Jillian encouraged. "Just one hit. What's the harm?"

I almost took it. Almost.

But I thought of Daddy. I thought of losing control. And with a sigh, I shook my head and replied, "I can't. I promised myself I would never get into that stuff ever again."

"It's okay. It's okay," Carter said reassuringly. "Nothing you don't feel comfortable with. It's always your choice."

I nodded gratefully.

"Still..." Carter began with a wince as he released Judene and walked over to me. "You should probably go home. The rest of us are going to get pretty wired up, and you can't stay if you won't play. Sorry, but that's just how things work. Besides, if you're not comfortable with meth then it's better that you don't stick around and get tempted later on, you know?"

"Right, right," I agreed quickly as Carter steered me toward the door.

Once outside, Carter closed the door behind him and took me into his arms. "This doesn't change anything, sugar," he reassured me before pecking my lips. "I still love you just the same."

I managed a smile of my own. "I love you, too."

He patted my ass and gestured down the hall. "I'll call you later."

Carter didn't call.

-- FEBRUARY 2004 --

"C'mon, Elyse. You gotta get out of the apartment SOME time."

I sighed and looked over at Celeste. Her hand was still on the doorknob and she was leaning into my room while keeping her feet behind the doorway. The position made her big tits fall forward, especially since she had a couple of extra buttons undone on her blouse, and I had a brilliant view of her cleavage.

Celeste grinned once she realized where I was looking. The beautiful blonde grinned impishly before saying, "Will that make you feel better? I won't mind a warm-up before we go out. I always seem to dance better after an orgasm."

I barked a short laugh and shook my head. "I'll go down on you if you want, but I'm not going out tonight. There's a lot of homework I need to catch up on."

"Well that's true, but it's Friday night! You have the whole weekend to catch up!"

I sighed and shook my head. "You go, really. I'll be fine."

"Oh, honey..." Celeste finally walked into the room and she stood beside my desk chair, pulling my head to her exposed cleavage. "I know you're heartbroken that Carter hasn't called you back. But maybe this means he wasn't the right guy for you in the first place, huh?"

"I know, I know." I sighed as I felt the warmth of her breasts against my cheeks. "It's just ... we were so happy, you know? Everything was great. The sex was Uh-MAZING."

"I remember," Celeste giggled.

I sighed again. "I just miss him. And until I'm over that, I'm not going to feel like going out."

"Alright then..." Celeste shrugged. "If you insist."

I nodded.

She bent and pecked my lips. "See you later, girl. Stay out of trouble."

"That's what I'm supposed to say to YOU."

Celeste laughed. "Speed bumps. I carry on. Bye!"

She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone once again. I sighed and returned my gaze to my desk, although my attention wasn't actually on my desk.

It was ... somewhere. I don't even know. Minutes probably passed before I managed to regain my focus, and with another sigh I realized I was thinking about HIM again.

Friday night. Carter was probably having one of his 'get-togethers'.

Don't do it. You don't want to get involved in that stuff again.

I won't. I'll just have some weed and meet some old friends. Nikki and Tasha were certainly fun to hang out with, weren't they? Raleigh and Rebecca are the sweetest girls. And they're all soooo good at pleasuring another woman. Just like before.

"Before" you didn't know there was crystal meth downstairs.

Just because I know about it doesn't mean I'm going to HAVE any.

Sure about that?

I'm sure. I beat the addiction. I got myself un-hooked. I'm stronger than that.

Sure about that?

I'm sure.

Don't do it. You know it's a bad idea. Stay here. Study. Catch up on your courses. Graduate! You KNOW it's for the best.

Right ... right...

Two hours later, I knocked on a familiar door on the lower level of Carter's mansion. Moments later, it opened up and a simply gorgeous brunette stared back at me. She was tall, taller than me, and quite slender. She had great tits for her body shape, full without being overly big. And her piercing emerald green eyes were shaped at an exotic angle that actually stunned me into silence at her overall beauty.

She frowned and said in surprise, "Elyse?"

I frowned as well, asking, "Do I know you?"

She shook her head. "We've never met before in person, but I know who you are. I'm Cameron."

I blinked. "Friend of Carter's?"

She glanced to the side for a moment before replying with her gaze still averted, "In a manner of speaking."

"Is he here?"

Still not looking at me, Cameron replied, "He is ... occupied."

There was innuendo in her voice, though she tried to control it. I got the gist immediately: Carter was with another girl. Maybe Judene, maybe someone else. It didn't really matter. The point was that he WASN'T with ME. My throat suddenly got thick, and my lower lip began to quiver.

But just then, a guy came around the corner and began, "Hey, Cameron. I got this girl upstairs named ... oh ... uh ... Elyse?"

I popped my eyebrows in surprise to see Sam, dressed smartly and just as roguishly handsome as ever. "Hey, Sam."

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to see Carter, of course."

"Oh ... uhhh..." Sam blanched and looked at Cameron for a second.

Cameron then took my arm and said, "Why don't you go back upstairs. I'll let Carter know you're here and--"

Her voice trailed off as a door down the hall behind me suddenly opened. Cameron, Sam, and I all turned around to see Carter step into the hallway.

"Carter!" I exclaimed and immediately ran down the hallway toward the man I'd fallen in love with. At the last moment, I leaped into his arms and he staggered as he caught me before pinching his eyes shut against the kisses I was raining down all over his face.

"Elyse! Elyse! Elyse!" Finally, he managed to pry me off him and set me down on my feet.

I was already rambling, "You never called me back and I started to think that you didn't really care about me and I got to thinking that maybe I could be the girl you really want me to be and I'm sorry that I couldn't do it that first time but I think I've changed my mind and if you're willing to give me a second chance I think I can do it for you because I just LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"

"Easy, easy, sugar," Carter laughed, holding me at arm's length. His eyes roved up and down my body appreciatively, and I posed for him knowing I'd put on one of my very best dresses for the occasion.

"Carter, I've missed you," I purred seductively.

"I've missed you too, but I told you from the beginning that I would never make you do anything you didn't feel comfortable with. Unfortunately, I'm part of a scene that does get involved in meth quite a bit, and that's just the reality of my situation. You can't stay if you won't play, and maybe you're better off upstairs with the hookahs."

"And what if I'll play?"

Carter's eyebrows went up. "Are you sure?"

I took a deep breath, admitting quietly, "No. No I'm not sure. But I'm willing to try."

"Sugar, I won't lie. Crystal meth can be dangerous stuff if it gets abused."

"I know, that's why I got skittish last time. It's easy to lose control of yourself."

"It is ... but it can also be soooo much fun."

I sighed. "I know ... And that's why I think I'm ready to play with you. Because I trust you. You won't abuse me, will you?"

"I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. It'll always be your choice. I promised that."

"I know. That's why I'll do it. For you. Because I love you."

Carter grinned magnanimously. "I love you, too."

-- TWO MONTHS LATER, APRIL 2004 --

"Carter ... really?" I whimpered, staring at the fat dick in my face. The speed was wearing off, and without its euphoric effects, the full weight of what I was doing was hitting me hard. I no longer felt like I was flying. I no longer felt the sexual pleasure. All I felt was used and abused, and I felt bile rising up in my throat at the very concept of sticking a filthy cock into my mouth.

"Do it, sugar. Suck my dick," he commanded, his eyes glittering.

I whimpered again. "Can't you get Judene or one of your other girlfriends to do it? They all give much better head than me."

"I don't want one of the others to do it. I want you to do it. C'mon, sugar. Show me you love me." He laughed.

"I don't love you. Not anymore. You know that."

"Doesn't matter as long as you suck my dick."

"You KNOW I don't like doing this."

Carter laughed. "Of course I do. That's why I love making you do it."

"But you said you would never force me," I whimpered.

My 'boyfriend' looked down at me for a long moment. If I had only known I wasn't his only girlfriend when he'd started dating me, I might not be in this position right now. If I'd only known that beneath his charming, attentive, sweet boyfriend veneer was this ... this sociopathic asshole, I'd never have come back here. But I did come back here. I was in this position, literally on my knees in front of him with his friend's dick in my cunt from behind and HIS dick waving in front of my face.

After a moment's thought, Carter reached down and patted the top of my head condescendingly. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to, sugar. After all, I promised I'd never force you. It's your choice."

"But you'll cut me off if I don't," I whined.

"Yes, that I will do. Certainly you seem like you need another hit right now."

"It's not fair."

He snorted. "Of course it isn't fair."

"I could leave. I could try to get my fix somewhere else."

"Go ahead," Carter scoffed, now tracing his fingers down my jaw. "I'm not the only supplier in town."

"You know I can't afford to do that."

"You've got other ways of paying, sugar."

I grimaced and looked away.

"What, worried about ending up like Raleigh?"

I shuddered, unable to un-remember the photos Carter had shown all of us when they'd found her body. She'd been such a sweet girl who'd done nothing worse than try to make it on her own. And with the gloom of that fate hanging over me, I put my head down and whimpered, "I trusted you, you rat bastard."

Chortling now, Carter shook his head. "That was your poor judgment, sugar. And are we back to this? You were history, out of my life. You could have gone back to your classes and moved on with your life and I never would have come after you. Nobody made you come back here. Nobody put a gun to your head and forced you to inhale. You're my 'girlfriend' now. This is the life you chose."

"I would never have chosen THIS."

"Is it really so bad? I don't ask for much. I don't hurt you in ways that another guy in my position might hurt you. It's just a fucking blowjob, Elyse."

"It's more than that, and I don't know if I can handle it anymore."

"Then leave town. You keep talking about picking up and starting life somewhere else. If you can't stomach our arrangement, then just go away and clean yourself up on your own."

I wanted to. I really wanted to.

But I couldn't. I didn't know how, and I didn't know where. Maybe if Daddy was still alive I could crawl back home. But he was gone. Home was gone. I didn't know anyone anywhere. I'd burned all my bridges in Orange County. What, go back to Randi? Yeah, right. No, if I left, I'd be a single girl – a single drug addict in a strange city and desperate for my next fix. Carter didn't want much: just to fuck me and watch me get fucked. For two months, that was all he had ever asked of me. Really, was it so different than with Daddy? Sex for drugs? At least Carter hadn't tried to sell me. Really, I could have been MUCH worse off somewhere else.

You're still a 'girlfriend'. You've still got that special status in this house. He buys you nice things, and you get all the meth you want without having to pay a dime. As much as you hate the way he treats you sometimes, it really could be so much worse. Like he always says: it's your choice. All you have to do is suck his dick. Is that really so bad?

With one final whimper, I closed my eyes.

I took a deep breath.

And I opened my mouth.

-- SATURDAY, APRIL 17, 2004 --

"Hey girl. Wanna come out with me tonight?"

I sighed and looked over at Celeste. Her hand was still on the doorknob and she stood up straight just inside my bedroom. Her posture was stiff and the look on her face full of concern. Turning back to my desk, I mumbled, "Don't ask questions to which you already know the answer."

She walked into the room behind me and slid her hands over my shoulders. "Look, I've been trying to respect your privacy, but something's not right here. Why won't you talk to me about it?"

"I'm fine."

"No you're not. You're losing weight and you've always got bags under your eyes."

"I'm fine."

"Talk to me, E," Celeste insisted, tugging on the back of my chair and turning me around. I sullenly avoided her eyes and stared at the floor. She tried to move her face in front of my gaze, but I just flipped my head around and stared away again. With a sigh, she stated, "You're going over to Carter's again tonight."

It wasn't a question. I went over to Carter's every weekend evening. Many times, I went over on weeknights as well. I was at his beck and call, subject to his every whim. Those were the terms of our agreement after all.

Frowning, Celeste said, "Seriously, I think you should break up with him."

"I'm not going to break up with him."

"Why not? Clearly you're not in a happy, well-adjusted relationship."

"We're fine."

"You keep using that particular f-word, but I don't think you really know what it means."

I swiveled my gaze to lock onto Celeste's. "I'm fine," I insisted. It was all I could really say, after all. I certainly couldn't tell her the truth, that I'd become my boyfriend's sex slave in exchange for illegal narcotics.

"You know what, maybe I should go over there with you tonight."

"NO," I insisted.

"E, work with me here. It's not like I haven't been to his house before. I've been around that scene and I can handle myself."

"The way you handled Jasper?"

Celeste's eyes popped open, and she looked like I'd physically slapped her. Turning her head, she muttered, "I can't believe you just said that to me."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "But it just goes to show that you don't belong there."

"And you do? Tell me what's going on. I'm your friend. I can help."

"You can't help with this," I mumbled. "This has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me."

"He's not treating you very well, is he?"

"He's not physically abusive, if that's what you mean. You've never seen me come home with any bruises or black eyes, have you?"

"There are other ways of being abused than physically."

I sighed. "He's my boyfriend. I need him. End of story."

"E--"

"You know what, I think I'll just head over there now." I got up and reached for my purse. Standing up, I headed for the door.

But just before I got there, Celeste called out one last time, "Elyse ... You promised you wouldn't leave me."

I sighed and stopped, but I didn't turn around. With my back to her I muttered, "I guess I'm not very good at keeping that promise. But then you already knew that."

My heart was pounding. My limbs felt flush with power. I tilted my head back to look up at the ceiling, and squeezed the armrests with both hands as I absorbed the rush of sensations zipping throughout my entire central nervous system.

I was wired. I felt like I'd been zapped by a bolt of lightning, but rather than kill me, it had given me the cosmic energy of the universe. I was breathing fast, my body consuming twice as much oxygen as normal. I felt like my vision had improved so much that I could identify microscopic indentations in the ceiling above me. But at the same time, whenever I turned my head I felt a foggy dizziness that made me believe I was floating away on a cloud.

I felt GOOD.

THIS was why I kept coming back here. THIS was why I couldn't break up with Carter. Sure, I might be able to get this feeling from some low-level punk on the street, but then I also might get robbed or raped for my trouble. Oak-town at night wasn't exactly a safe place for a girl that looked like me. God help me, I couldn't stop my craving for this feeling. And no matter what the consequences, I had to keep coming back.

"I'm horny..." I mumbled.

"Of course you are sugar." Carter laughed while stroking my back.

"You want me to suck your dick tonight?"

"Naw. I've got something different in mind for you. Well, actually, Sam has something different in mind for you. Well, Sam AND Sang."

I rolled my eyes. Sam always did love fucking my ass. "They want a DP, don't they?"

"Don't they always? And don't you love it?"

I let my head loll left and right, feeling the room swim as I did so. I hated myself for loving it, but Carter was right: I did. Already tingling from the idea of having two throbbing dicks filling my holes, I closed my eyes and sighed, "Bring it on."

"That's my girl..." Carter rubbed my back once more and stepped away for a moment before returning to me with a studded leather collar. "Wear this. Only this."

I hefted the collar and struggled for a moment to focus on it. My eyes weren't cooperating, and when they did for a second it almost looked like each metal stud was transforming into a different shape. "Sure. Of course."

Carter left, and Miranda the redhead helped me out of my chair. Cameron stood by impassively, doing whatever behind-the-scenes work she usually did.

I knew the way to the "Showroom". I let myself in and presented myself before the huge one-way mirror before stripping off my clothes. I didn't know whether or not Carter was on the other side yet, but whenever I was tripping like this I knew it was in my best interests to play it up for him. He usually treated me nicer if I did.

Unfortunately, I wasn't so lucky tonight. I expected Sam and Sang, but I wasn't expecting Sam, Sang, AND Dirk. "Carter, three?" I complained. "You said I'd only have to do two!"

Carter's voice answered me from a speaker just below the mirror. "You want another bump for the rest of your life? It's gonna be three tonight, sugar."

Shaking my head, I went along with things, although even while wired I couldn't help but recoil when Dirk shoved his dick in my face.

"Do it, Elyse."

"Carter..." I whined.

"DO IT, sugar."

So I did it. I did all three of them. And by the end of it I was a sweaty, limp mess of pleasure with cum leaking from both of my holes and more sperm all over my face.

Still, my night wasn't over.

Usually Carter only put me in the Showroom once a night, if he put me in there at all. If I was lucky, he'd leave me in the Ready Room to get high or even let me go upstairs and just hang out with my friends for the entire evening. But as I already said, I wasn't lucky tonight.

I'd showered and gotten dressed and gone into the Ready Room to keep smoking. Rebecca, Judene, and a couple of the others were already there. Rebecca was kind enough to hand over the Pyrex tube the moment I walked in the door.

I accepted it gratefully and kissed her cheek. She had been one of Carter's more recent girlfriends. Having herself gone through the whole routine of falling in love with the charming, handsome rogue only to be sucked into a world of meth-craving sexual slavery, she had always been nice to us.

Judene, on the other hand, still viewed me jealously like I was her rival for Carter's affections. I insisted that I wasn't in love with the guy anymore, but I guess she still resented the fact that he'd been dating me at the exact same time he'd been dating her, as if that were my fault or something. It was ridiculous, really. We were both sex slaves to a manipulative, sociopathic asshole, and yet she was still trying to please him as if she could somehow get him to treat her like a girlfriend again. Carter knew of her jealousy over me, and often went out of his way to shower me with affection while in her presence, or make her go down on me, just to fuck with her. Really, I'd rather not fight with Judene and often wished she'd just leave me alone. But I supposed it was karma paying me back for the shit I'd done to Adrienne over the years.

I was looking forward to unwinding in the Ready Room and maybe chatting with Rebecca, but just after I entered, Cameron arrived and told Rebecca that Carter wanted her. Quickly, I passed the Pyrex tube back and Rebecca gratefully took a hit before steeling herself to leave. I figured I would have plenty of time to catch up now that my night's work was done, but five minutes later Cameron came back for me.

"But I already went tonight!" I whined.

Cameron shrugged. "He wants you in the Voyeur Room with him, not the Showroom."

"Really?"

Cameron shrugged again. I knew better than to ask questions. In this house, what Carter wanted, Carter got.

I didn't even look into the Showroom when Cameron let me inside. My eyes were on Carter, even though his eyes were through the glass.

"Elyse, this is perfect. Check out our latest guest of honor." He gestured to the window.

Now I glanced up, and right away I saw Rebecca. No surprise, since she'd been summoned just before me. She was fully nude and sitting on some guy's face, getting eaten out while his hands reached up and mauled her perky tits. At the other end of the guy's naked body, Jillian was standing next to the bed and bent over to suck on the guy's big dick. I frowned. "Rebecca and Jillian? They're not exactly new."

Carter rolled his eyes and gestured again. "Not them, the guy."

"Kinda hard to see with Rebecca sitting on his face."

"Fuck." Carter grabbed the microphone and leaned forward. "Rebecca, climb off and bend over the side of the bed next to Jillian. I wanna see him switch back and forth between you."

Rebecca didn't move. Her eyes were clamped shut and she was biting her lip, whimpering audibly.

"Rebecca?" Carter called again, not used to having his orders ignored.

Still, she didn't move except to grind her crotch down against the guy's face.

"Rebecca!" Carter barked.

But just then, Rebecca started screaming in ecstasy, her whole body shuddering as she climaxed on top of the guy's mouth. Her head suddenly dropped back as if she'd been decapitated, and her chest thrust forward only to be restrained by the guy's palms as he continued squeezing and manipulating her nipples between his fingers. For a full minute, Rebecca screamed and shook and thrashed her head left and right while she had the mother of all orgasms, and then she quite literally toppled off the bed and all the way onto the floor in a messy heap.

"Dayyum," Carter breathed with popped eyebrows. "I've never seen Rebecca blow her top like that before."

Only then did the guy's face come into view.

No ... It CAN'T be...

Sure enough, it was Ben ... uh, Ben-- Fuck, I couldn't remember his last name right now. But it was Adrienne's Ben, and I started wondering whether or not Adrienne was at this party, too. While I was wondering that, Ben sat up, reached down, and bodily yanked Jillian onto the bed beside him. And then without a moment's hesitation, he flipped himself over, yanked her legs to the sides, and rammed that big, beautiful dick all the way up inside the skanky slut.

"Suck my dick, Elyse," Carter intoned quietly.

"I want to watch this," I replied quietly, my eyes riveted to the window.

"That wasn't a request," Carter replied, much more coldly.

My shoulders slumped. What Carter wants, Carter gets. Bowing my head, I knelt in front of him and opened my mouth.