The Long Dark Four-Way of the Soul

by Alden Odessa

  I wanted to smack myself. Stop fucking worrying about, I thought. I got up and went to the door and called for Courtney and Betty. I needed to learn everything I could about who I was up against.

  They came in, and this is what I learned. Courtney, who had most recently been a resident of The North Night, never wanted to go back. Drugs had become very prevalent. The North Night was never beautiful, but it had been a community, a community of girls who all looked out for each other. Allie and Katie both agreed. It was a neighborhood before the drugs came in. Once they did it was like a virus; it infected everything; the girls started doing things for drugs that they normally wouldn’t do; it stopped being about serving a client or making a living or even about surviving in a bad situation. It became about getting high.

  Allie saw one friend kill another friend for drugs, and this is when the four of them got out. Albert wasn’t much better, but Kyle and Ricky provided some level of protection, and they weren’t surrounded by junkies. Increasingly, however, they saw it creep in. Every new client she had, she could tell they were high.

  “Betty,” I said, looking over, “is this anything like it was when you were here?”

  “Not at all. Drugs were always contained in The Corner. All anyone cared about anywhere else was women and gambling. The Lower Bottoms were never this bad.”

  “It’s ugly now,” said Courtney.

  “And it’ll get worse if we don’t stop it,” I said. What I was thinking was that the drugs were infiltrating The Lower Bottoms and Balderson was soon going to own the entire area, and once he did that, he would spread, just like I had planned on doing with women. Seriously, this wasn’t a game about drugs; it was a game about harems and prostitution. It was about sex. Somehow, someway, a code had been introduced into the game that would destroy its primary directive. It would make the game about something it was not.

  “We’re gonna have to work harder, move faster,” I said.

  “I feel a plan coming,” Betty said with a wink.

  “Not a plan yet, but I’ll work on it. Right now it’s about eating what’s on our plate. We have a party tonight. We have to show these men that sex is the best drug on the market.”

  “I’ll warm up my jaw,” said Courtney, laughing.

  “Tonight, Bogo, myself, Courtney, Stephanie, Emily, and Bridget will all be going over to the card game; the night could run long. Augustus, Beatrice, and Rickey will be at The Show-Tel, cleaning, getting those rooms looking good. April, Betty, Casey, Katie, Allie, and Kyle will all stay here.”

  I turned my attention over to the other girls.

  “Katie,” she looked at me. “Can you work?”

  “Sure,” she said. I wasn’t even sure if I could make her work until I had, uh, worked her myself. I didn’t think I would have time.

  “Good.”

  “I can work too,” said Allie.

  “Are you sure?” I asked.

  “I can prove it to you.”

  It looks like I would have to make time.

  27

  Making Time

  Katie and Casey stood in front of me, naked and clean. Next to them sat Allie in a chair as to not put added pressure on her leg.

  I had asked Casey if she would like to join us, assuming she would say no. She said she didn’t have a problem with it although maybe she’ll just watch this time.

  She was perfectly aware of what sex was, what prostitution was and what her role in this was. The only thing she didn’t know was who she was or where she came from. She was a blank slate, just like April had been, but she did not have the two weeks or however long that April had had in the alley.

  Betty also came in with us as was becoming customary and she watched me audition the girls. So far Betty had not shown any jealousy toward the other girls even though it had been a few days since I had shown her any affection. Sexual or otherwise.

  This was the first time I had really checked out the girls. They looked better, but I had become accustomed to a marked improvement after a shower, perfume and food, previously all the girls that had joined me came in looking like a train wreck, but came out smelling like a rose. They still weren’t the best around, but they had been the best around here.

  A similar effect was not found here.

  They looked better, specifically Allie, who was no longer covered in blood. She was also sitting, which I am sure affected her appearance. But she was nothing to write home about, even without a bullet wound in her leg.

  She had shoulder-length brown hair. Dark brown and straight. It looked thick, almost like straw. She needed a new look that’s for sure. Did they have hair stylists here? She had dark brown eyes, nothing special. She had dark skin, probably somewhat Hispanic. My earlier assessment had been correct; she used to be heavier than she is now, and would fill out as she ate better. So she was relatively thin but flabby, there just wasn’t much to her. She had small breasts but wasn’t flat chested. They too were flabby; she just had no tone to her body. I looked like she had no muscle to speak of.

  She was cute, to an extent, and the best thing she had going for her was that she was young. She was probably twenty years old, maybe. She almost looked like a teenager but not in a schoolgirl sort of way. She did have thick, full lips. So that was the other thing she had going for her. She was tiny in stature, I still haven’t seen her standing, but she appeared to be in the five-foot-two range.

  Given proper nutrition and a little exercise, she could turn into something, but she just wasn’t much to look at.

  Katie was a little better, but not by much. She was skinny and slightly emaciated from the malnourishment. She was also darker skinned, but I didn’t sense any sort of Hispanic look to her, she just had a darker complexion. I was starting to wonder if there were any black girls in Canny Valley. I suspected that Bridget was a mix of some sort, but she wasn’t really any one ethnicity.

  Katie had dark blond hair, darker than April, but not full brown nor full blonde. It looked like sand on a beach when it was wet. It was also long and thick; also straight. She too was young. Although maybe slightly older than Allie. They looked close in age.

  She had hazel colored eyes. She was almost built like a boy she was so petite. She had no curves to speak off. Her breasts clung close to her body and would have a hard time filling out an A-cup. She was pretty, with her thick, full head of hair, tan skin, and winning smile. That’s something I hadn’t noticed at first; she had a nice smile and a small, almost adorable, nose.

  The skin on her body was tight, and her flesh appeared firm. Her ass was small and flat, but it was tight. Her pussy looked nice as it was a smooth transition from her stomach to her groin. She had no hair anywhere on her body beside her head, and it was appealing. The problem was that there really wasn’t much to her other than a pretty face. She was medium height, I would say about five-foot-four and probably weighed under a hundred pounds. She looked almost like a younger Betty. Hopefully, her sex was a little better if I was going to make any money off of her.

  Casey wasn’t bad, but she wasn’t good either. She was chubby and short. She had straight, white-blond hair that went just past her shoulders. She had large breasts that sagged but did have a nice pink color to her nipples. I wouldn’t go so far as to call her fat, but physically she had a little more weight than Courtney and wasn’t as tall.

  She was also older. I would say in her late thirties, maybe even in her forties. I didn’t want to be an ageist, but I had to think about profit margins. I would be feeding and housing this woman, she needed to earn, or she needed to have some other skill present itself beside sex.

  Honestly, I wasn’t looking forward to fucking her, and I doubt I had many clients that would either.

  Betty had cleaned them all up the best she could and shaved them all, just the way I liked it. I didn’t know quite how to start. Katie and Allie were ready to go, they had been through all of this before and had no reservations. They did not seem excited about it, and they just seemed to acc
ept it as part of the job. I was not expecting a great deal of passion here.

  I unbuttoned and took off my shirt and then repeated the process with my shoes and pants. Soon I too was naked, standing in front of them. I don’t know if it was the fact that I was only a few hours removed from having sex twice with the other girls, or if it spoke to their attractiveness that I wasn’t fully hard yet. Normally, looking at three naked women would get me hard, but as it was, they just didn’t do anything for me. I’m sure I would overcome.

  “Allie,” I said. “Do you want to go first with a blow job?”

  “Sure,” she said, sitting up at attention.

  Her lips were appealing, and I wanted to see if that translated into a good dick sucking. I walked up to her, stroking my cock, getting it a little harder. As I got close to her, she reached out to me and moved my hand away, replacing it with her own. She stroked it, firmly, trying to get it harder, which it was.

  Still not sufficiently hard, she pulled my dick to her mouth and put her full lips up to it. She put the tip to her lips, and I found that they were very soft.

  She continued stroking me and then stuck out her tongue to wet my dick and then put her lips over the head and sucked on it. She was edging me, and she was good at it. She continued to work her way back and forth on the head and then put more of the shaft into her mouth.

  There were two kinds of dick suckers. Some took their mouth and stroked it back and forth over the head and shaft, not applying much sucking pressure. Other girls actually took to the term dick sucking and sucked on the dick, searching for the juice inside. Allie was one of the latter. She was good at this. I didn’t know if she couldn’t deep throat or wouldn’t deep throat. For she focused on the first four inches of my foot long and bobbed back and forth with a vacuum seal on it. She was similar in skill to Courtney, except Courtney had taken more of it in her mouth and was aggressive with it. Jubilant.

  Allie wasn’t as energetic as Courtney had been, but it was a very, very good blowjob and it quickly got me fully hard. I tapped her on the shoulder and moved her back. I looked at her and smiled, I then motioned over to the bed for her to lie down on. She got up and hobbled over. I would get to her again, momentarily.

  I then went over to Katie and put my hand on her ass, instructing her to turn around. She did so. She was small, just tiny. I turned her around and bent her over the chair that Allie had been sitting on.

  I was resting my hand on her small ass. It wasn’t soft, but firm; tight. Not a lot of cushion for the pushin’ as one might say. But it was smooth and felt nice. I rubbed her ass and then slid my hand around to the back and stroked her clit with my fingers; she wasn’t dripping wet yet, but she would be. I continued to flick her clit with my finger until I felt it get wetter and she moved her hips in unison with my hand, and I knew she was ready.

  I stepped up behind her and rubbed the tip of my dick against her opening. She may be an experienced hooker, but she probably wasn’t as experienced with this size of dick I was about to give to her.

  I eased in the head, and she let out a groan of satisfaction, and then I slowly worked my cock into her. She seized up as I got about three-quarters of the way in.

  “Are you okay,” I asked.

  “Yes, it’s just a little bigger than I am used to.”

  I pulled back and only thrust forward with the front half of my dick. She didn’t do much except stay in place as I rocked back and forth. I held my right hand on her hip and reached around with my other to grab her tit. There wasn’t much there to hold on to, so I pulled on her nipple, and I continued to drive into her, with each stroke getting a little deeper. I would take it easy on her as this was our first time together.

  I moved my left hand back to her hip so that both hands were on there. She was so small that I could hold on to her ass and pelvic bone at the same time. She was grunting as I thrust into her, still not giving her all of my manhood.

  “You can go deeper, I can take it,” she said, and I could tell that she was only half truthful. I knew it would hurt, but I wanted to see how much she could take. Plus, she may want a little pain.

  With both of my hands on her hips, I thrust forward with authority. She was tight, but only due to my size. I felt the tip of my member press against her insides. I could go no further. She screamed in pain and let out a long, loud sigh.

  “Uggggh, your cock is so big,” she groaned.

  “You want me to pull back?”

  “No, give me that big cock,” she said, but still didn’t press back against me.

  I rammed it in and out of her as she continued to growl in some mixture of pain and pleasure. Although she felt good, she was an inactive participant. I was holding her into place as I pumped myself into her. I went faster and faster because, honestly, I liked to hear her scream. Her pleasure was not something I was thinking about.

  I pulled out and stood her up. I turned her around and then forced her down on her knees. Putting my cock in her face, I told her to suck it. I had to try all aspects here. She did as she was told, grabbing onto my cock and licking my shaft first and then the head. She was out of breath from the fucking I just gave her. She put the tip of my johnson in her mouth and sucked her own juices off of it. I could feel her teeth. Her mouth wasn’t big enough for my cock.

  Teeth or not I put my hands on the back of her head and pushed it forward on to my dick, forcing her to take more of it in. I got about a quarter of the way in, and that was as far as I could go. I grabbed her hair and moved her head back and forth, automating the process. I could feel the slight scrape of her teeth as I pushed her head back and forth.

  I don’t know what was coming over me recently. I was becoming more and more forceful with the women; it wasn’t like me at all. The thing was, I liked it. I liked showing these women I was in control. I liked dominating them; I liked bending them to my will. In all manners.

  I took her mouth and head away from my dick and helped her stand up. My dick was screaming hard now and still had work to do before this was finished and I could feel the come building up in my cock and balls. I wanted to hold off a little longer.

  I had a strange feeling, there with my hand on her arm. I had a feeling like I wanted to squeeze her. I gripped my hand tighter on her arm and with my right hand I gripped my cock, squeezing it hard and pulling it forward to milk out a drop of pre-come that I then rubbed on her thigh. My desire was growing strong to force her into more acts. I knew it was just the heat of the moment that was causing me to feel this way, but I couldn’t stop the feeling.

  I felt like I wanted to punish her.

  I put the thought out of my head and regained composure. I tossed her over to the bed with Allie, probably a little rougher than I should of, but she landed on the bed and was at first surprised. Her look turned, however, and then she looked up at me and smiled. She spread her legs and looked at me and then rubbed her pussy for me to watch.

  Watching didn’t do much for me, not when I had others to test out.

  I walked up to Casey. She looked like a deer in the headlights. She looked at me and then to my dick, to me, then my dick, back and forth as I approached her. It scared her, what was about to happen, she stood there completely motionless.

  I got to her and put my hand on her massive breast and rubbed it.

  “I don’t know what to do?”

  “I’ll show you.”

  I took her hand and put it on my dick, and she pulled on it. Her technic was terrible, but my dick was so hard and so ready to come that she could have hit it with a rake and it wouldn’t have slowed me down. I continued to rub her tit, and I pushed her back on the bed with the other two.

  I wasn’t going to make the same mistake I had made with April. I would show this woman what was expected of her and who was in charge right from the get-go. If she wanted to have her little existential problems, she could do it afterward.

  I pushed her on the bed and noticed that Katie had leaned over and was eating out Allie; i
t looked like Allie was ready. I would come back to Casey. I grabbed Allie’s non-wounded leg and pulled her over to me. She was lying on her back with her pussy towards me. So I didn’t hesitate, I got in front of her and rammed it home. I went from the tip to the balls all in the first push; I wasn’t worried about how it felt, I just wanted to do it, I was an animal suddenly. Allie screamed as I rammed into her. I couldn’t tell if I was hurting her leg or her pussy. Her cunt was loose; I might as well have been fucking a beanbag with the amount of friction she was giving me. How could a girl this small be this loose?

  I looked over at Casey, knowing that since she just spawned, she would be tight. I had the advantage here. I knew what they actually were. I knew they were only computer programs. My actions here had no real consequences. I caught Casey’s eyes; they were wide with shock or surprise or fear, maybe a combination of all three. She was slowly but surely trying to scoot away from all of us, but I wasn’t going to let that happen.

  She was mine.

  Stop—

  I heard a voice. A man’s voice. Telling me to stop. I looked around. There was no one there. Just myself and the girls. I looked at Betty.

  “Did you say something?” I asked.

  “No,” she said. I looked back at the bed I was on with the three girls. I listened for the voice again, but nobody else was here.

  I started to crawl over to the Casey, who was scooting away from me on the bed, she looked scared. Why was she scared? This is why she was here; this is why she was created, this should come naturally for her. I grabbed her ankle as she got to the wall to pull her close to me.

  Stop—

  The voice again. I know the voice. Who is it? I can’t place it. I look down at my hand clasping the ankle of the terrified Casey. I look up, and she is crying. What the fuck is she crying for? Dammit, she was mine now, why was she afraid of that?

  Buster, stop!

  Doug? Doug—that’s my voice. My name is Doug why do I hear my voice?