This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.
So, while James recovered, the slut had some thinking to do. She seemed dazed and a little confused, but she did her best to sit up. She was still licking her lips. But, because she hadn't cum, there was no relaxing for her. Her breathing was very heavy and labored. Her chest was heaving with each breath. And, depending on which of us she chose, it could be a good thing or a bad thing. Rita was anxious for her turn, but I was ready for my turn, too.
After having her throat taken by James' cock, her thoughts were still a little fuzzy. I walked over and helped her stand, by putting my hands under her shoulders and lifting her up. Her legs were still quite shaky, and she didn't seem to be focusing her eyes very well. I stood beside her, in case she might lose her balance.
Rita was quick to make her opinion known. I think it was her way of intimidating the slut's choice. "OK, bitch, it's my turn, now. Right? You don't want me to be last, or I might be even more pissed off than I already am. Pick me now, or I'll be waiting, later."
I didn't think that was a good idea, but Rita acts on impulse. She knows what she wants and goes for it. That's not always a bad thing, but it can be. She was trying to get the slut to pick her, instead of me. I didn't know what the hurry was, because it was the first round in our game, and the slut's choice for what she received.
Seeing how Rita was frothing so, the slut could choose something pretty lame for her turn, and by the rules, Rita had to go along with it. But, that could also backfire on the slut, because in round two, Rita would decide what happens. Should the slut piss Rita off in the first round and worry about it, when her turn comes in the second?
The slut was just standing there, and Rita was glaring into her face. I didn't say anything, but from the look on her face, the slut wasn't all there. I think she was still lost in some kind of "la-la land", from her time with James. Oh, she was slowly coming back, but not fast enough for Rita.
Rita was getting anxious, so I decided to say something. "I don't think she's all there, yet, Rita. You're getting all worked up, and she's not even aware of you. Let her alone for a minute."
"Shit. She's standing on her own. She's looking at me. She knows what I'm saying."
"No, I don't think so. Look at her eyes. She might be looking at you, but that's about it. Looking and actually seeing are two different things. Let her be for a minute. I know what you're trying to do, but she doesn't."
"I think she knows. Don't you, slut?" Rita waved her hand in the slut's face, looking for a reaction in her eyes. "Hey, bitch! Snap out of it. I'm waiting. Hello? Yoo-hoo. Is anybody in there?"
There was very little reaction to Rita's hand, although the slut did seem to be coming around. Again, I explained to Rita. "See, I told you. She's not all there. James was just too much for her."
Rita leaned back on her heals and her attitude calmed. "Well, James can be that way. I know that. He's very forceful, when he sets his mind to it."
I was impressed that Rita was acting...well, sane. I expected her to grab the slut by the shoulders and start shaking her. I could visualise her yelling obscenities at the top of her lungs. But surprisingly, she stayed calm. Just the same, I didn't leave the slut's side, just in case.
As we were all standing there, the slut cleared her throat and looked at me. "Rita."
"What?" I asked.
She smiled. "Rita. I want Rita to be next. I want her to make my bottom nice and red, and then I want you to take my red ass, after that."
It looked like Rita got her wish. But, the slut wasn't finished with her choices. "I want her to use the crop."
"The crop?" Rita's eyes opened wide, and a smile started overtaking that mean look on her face. "That's a good choice, slut."
Playing my role of always-present referee, I asked the slut if she had any other requests for how Rita should proceed. She shook her head from side to side. "No. Just the crop."
That smile on Rita's face got even wider. I thought it was a mistake for the slut to leave so many options open to Rita, but maybe she had reasons for doing that. The look on Rita's face was that of excitement, so I knew we were in for a show. Rita is always one for action. I was just wondering if there was going to be any of the slut's ass left for me to take, when my turn came around.
Rita walked around the room, looking for the crop. She found it and immediately started swishing it through the air, as if testing it. The familiar sound brought out that evil look in her eyes, as she walked over to a chair and sat down. She sat there, and just looked at the slut. She didn't say a word, but was slapping the crop against her hand.
Still standing beside her, I whispered into the slut's ear. "I think your Mistress awaits you." She quickly turned her head my way, as if my voice startled her. I pointed to Rita and repeated that she was waiting for her.
"Oh, I'm sorry", she said.
Rita already had an evil look on her face. I hope she didn't hear what the slut said. All Rita needed was another reason to transfer that evilness to the crop.
Doing her best to hop over to Rita, it still took some doing. And, as soon as the slut got beside her, Rita stood up. "I've changed my mind. I want you in a different way for the crop. I need a better angle. Stand right there, slut."
