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There was one last chore for Clive to perform before he got to crack his first cherry. It was in the lower levels that he found Carol's cell. Looking through the peep hole disgusted him. Inside were six disheveled Asian females whose demeanor seemed vacant and automated. Opening the cell door released an overpowering stench of decay, which resembled rotting fish.
Carol's eyes showed forth like prisms reflecting shattered light over a void.
“Bend over that table,” Clive commanded, his voice radiating his contempt for her.
With empty movements, Carol waddled toward the doctor's table and bent over it. At least she still knew how to obey orders.
Clive took one of the dildos from the rack on the wall and said, “Spread your legs more, you cunt.”
She did as she was told.
When the dildo penetrated the fen of her crotch, she released a ghoulish moan, which Clive found totally repulsive. He responded by ramming the dildo harder, trying to make her cry out in pain. The ghoulish moans merely got louder.
“That's enough,” commanded the astral police officer. “Her time is up now.”
Clive sighed with relief and put the dildo back on the rack. Then he led Carol out of the cell to a nearby bathroom.
Carol stood like a broken marionette, staring off into space, as Clive took a pair of handcuffs from a drawer nearby. “Put your hands behind your back,” he commanded. The handcuffs clicked with finality around her wrists and Clive glanced briefly at the bath tub nearby, before he took out the strapped black rubber ball. “This is your muzzle you dog.” He put the black rubber ball into her mouth and fitted the strap around her head. “You're a filthy cunt enjoying that dildo. You need a bath. Get in the tub.”
Once she was laying supine in the tub, with her head just under the faucet, Clive turned on the water, disgusted with the look on her worthless face. As the water reached her nose, Carol struggled to avoid it and raise herself, but Clive reached into the lukewarm water to press her down. There was a frantic look in her eyes, staring outward from oblivion. The reaction fascinated Clive, who took pleasure in her squirming against the submersion.
The moment her body grew slack, Clive felt a lucent tingling travel upward from his hands across his entire body, covering him with an ecstatic burst of energy. An additional gust of energy swept across his body when he removed his hands from the water, which had gone cold.
Now it was time for his reward.
Clive took the elevator back up to the prime area of the slave cell systems, leaving behind Carol's body for a slave to dispose of.
When Clive reached the cell, where he was to take his reward, Gus grinned at him and said, “Lucky bastard.” Gus, the skinhead, had been instrumental in the seduction of Sara as well as the harassment of Timothy.
“You get to break her cherry too,” said Clive.
“The sub rate cherry.”
The cell was set up with video recording equipment, a nitrous oxide canister, and a surround sound stereo system. Having the sex session recorded was Bob's idea. It wasn't long after he'd met Timothy at the door to their compound, that Bob had decided he wanted to record a double team virgin penetration of Sara. Clive enjoyed that fat pig's distaste for Timothy and he hoped Bob's enmity might lead to big trouble for Timothy in the future.
Clive and Gus smoked marijuana from a bong until Bob led Sara into the cell. The sight of her in a white robe sent excitement racing through Clive's groin.
Desperately eager to touch Sara's naked body, Clive asked, “Is everything ready?”
Sara approached Clive and Gus, smiling with familiarity, and she sat down between them.
“You been practicing your porn star Seuss?” asked Bob.
“Yeah. I know all my lines.”
“How about you Gus?”
“Me too,” replied Gus, with a rabid hunger in his voice.
“Remember to do it beforehand and in between the positions, but never during the penetration,” said Bob.
Bob prepared the camera equipment for the recording, while Gus fondled Sara's breasts and Clive exchanged tongues with her. Another klansman entered the room and helped Bob to get ready.
Then somebody opened the nitrous oxide canister in the corner and Bob said, “Three, two, one action.”
The heavy petting and make out progressed until Clive, Gus, and Sara were naked. Then Sara demonstrated her oral sex skills. Oral sex was the furthest Clive and Gus had been allowed to go with her so far.
In a haze of ecstasy, Wagner's Flight of the Valkyries began playing from the surround sound stereo system, sending a thrill of expectation through Clive.
Clive parted lips with Sara and Gus laid down with his back on the bed.
“Juice loose,” recited Clive. “Juice not loose.”
“Loose puss,” recited Gus. “Puss not loose.”
Sara giggled and situated herself on the bed next to Gus. The stupid look in her eyes was a source of irresistible attraction.
“Puss juice. Juice in puss.”
Sara lay down on top of Gus as he said, “Whore boor. Whore on boor.”
Clive then lay on top of Sara and added, “Boor whore. Boor on whore.”
Together both Gus and Clive said, “Boors tall. We're both tall. Whore small. She's so small. Big balls. We've got big balls. Balls walls. Balls to her walls. Walls fall. Break in her walls.”
Sara wailed with the overpowering force of penetration through two virgin orifices. The experience was thrilling for Clive, but he would've preferred to have her virginity to himself.