This is the final chapter in the series. Sorry about the delays, but real life has a vote. I hope you enjoy it!
PART 4
Verity slowly opened her eyes and looked around.
She was in a bedroom which she didn't recognized at first as it was dark except for a tipped over lamp. Her schoolgirl top was hanging over a chair and her skirt was draped over another lamp. She moaned as her head throbbed from a vicious hangover. She felt nasty and dirty, more than yesterday (was it yesterday or the same day? She could no longer tell). Her mouth was dry but she could taste the cum. Her legs were covered in dry or semi dry cum and her own juices, and she reeked of nasty sex. She sat up and felt cum ooze out of her pussy and her ass.
She sat there and then she smiled. "Hmmmmm, cum. All filled up. All my holes...thorough job boys!"
Verity jerked and then sobbed. She sobbed again louder. "Damn it! I'm NOT a whore! I will NOT become one of Packer's bitches! I WILL find a way to escape this, this, HELL!" she muttered.
She stood up and staggered to the bathroom and took a shower. She scrubbed herself hard, nearly enough to make her bleed in a few places. She came out feeling a bit better. She toweled off, and ignored the bottled water and instead drank from the gin bottle left by the sink. After drinking a lot of gin she used the toilet and felt better. She put on a robe and came back into the bedroom.
Caroline was there, dressed in a slutty cop uniform with a rhinestone encrusted cop old style "Bobby" tit helmet with comedy revolving blue light on the top. She smiled and slapped the large black dildo into her palm.
"Ma'am, I am to escort you to Mr. Packer and the Warden, please do not cause me any trouble or I will use fuckin' King Dong here, the upstanding rubber dick police force to make you comply."
Verity nodded. Caroline motioned to the door and Verity went out into the hallway. The house looked even worse for wear than yesterday. Caroline put her hand on her shoulder and gently but firmly guided her downstairs.
"No longer a maid?" Verity asked. "Did they get tired of that?"
"No Ma'am. I'm the gang's maid whore, but I need to put up a good false front for Packer and the boys so I can help the warden turn the whole guard force into gang sluts. She's already got the plan and by this time Thursday Packer is going to have an entire stable of female guards as his whores and be in charge of the prison. Once that is done, I can go back to being a slut maid."
Verity sighed as they approached the study. Loud music blared out from the door and some weird colored lights were strobing around.
Caroline pushed in the doorway and Verity blinked at what she saw.
The thugs had mounted a stripper pole and a small round dance platform in the middle of the study, ripping the hanging light out of the ceiling and replacing it with a disco ball. The stereo was pumping out some glam rock jam and a women spun on the pole. She had fire engine red hair and was wearing red latex thigh boots, with high heels along with black lacy topped stockings. Her face was whored up and she had on long red latex opera gloves. She moved around the pole while the gangers cheered her on and tossed fivers at the stage.
"That's it Racy! Work the crowd! If you want to be one of my bitches you had better be an earner!" Packer shouted from the couch.
Verity blinked and then gasped.
"Lady Hightower!?"
The song ended and the redhead bowed and blew kisses as she scooped up the money. She saw Verity and waved. She got off the stage and then worked the crowd, going to each thug and woman, trailing her hand, offering a lap dance or time in the VIP suite until she was at Packer. Packer was on the couch, pants off, and Verity noted that the blonde sucking him off was Ivanka.
"So Packer, do I make the cut? Can I be one of your stripper whores?" Lady Rachel Hightower asked in a sexy voice that was so unlike her.
"Yeah, you'll do. Remember, you need to keep that high-class false front up, I need that to get to other bitches and their husbands. Have a seat baby, put those tits where I can play with them, Racy."
Rachel, now Racy apparently, giggled and sat down on the couch on her knees and leaned forward so Packer could fondle her.
Packer looked at Verity and grinned. "Verity, meet Racy, she used to be a high-born lady, now she's part of the gang. I was amazed how easily she was corrupted, I guess she was really repressed. One dose and she was a complete slut. Hell, she took the permanent dose just before that last song didn't you?"
Racy looked at Verity with a lustful stare. "Mmmmm, yeah baby! God Verity! Why didn't you introduce me to Packer sooner?! God, I'm so fucking happy and horny! All those dirty thoughts and fantasies over the years and now I can live every one of them out! GOD! I get horny just thinking about it!" Racy slid a finger into her pussy and began to finger herself as Packer leaned over and sucked hard on one of her tits.
Verity waited a moment for Packer to stop sucking and then said "Well, what are you doing to me today? More drugs? More blackmail?"
"Heh, I don't need to do anything. You're going to do it all without any pressure from me this time. You, Racy, and Sophie there are going to make another film about an afternoon tea."
"Yeah, and we are going to film it, and then you are going to beg Packer here for your final dose." Ivanka said with a nasty tone as she licked her fingers clean of Packer's cum.
"Ivanka, I know I've said some bad things while under the influence but..."
"You meant every fucking word you stuck up cunt. Every. Fucking. Word. The old me was a moron, hoping that somehow, I could really breakthrough into the upper crust. That's the lovely thing about this drug, it stripped away all the bullshit, let me see what was really going on."
Ivanka got off her knees and sat down next to Packer. She began to stroke him. Verity noted her clothing, a black leather jacket with lots of silver studs, black latex thigh boots, black lacy thigh high stockings and hoop earrings. She wore thick makeup and had her hair done up in a tower with some ringlets on the side.
Ivanka smiled a nasty smile. "I wanted to be part of the "in" crowd, and now I am. I'm Packer's old lady, his main bitch. With my position and connections with the law, we are going infiltrate and corrupt the whole fucking system. I'll be in charge of the prisons, where I can recruit gang members or make sure any rivals have accidents, while I use my corrupted bitch guards to keep the "inmates" happy and content, eager to join Packer's criminal empire. And you, and Racy here, and other bitches you are going to help us turn, are going to make sure no one asks questions or tries to interfere. Packer and me are going to build a criminal empire that the world has never seen the likes of. And you are going to be one of our puppets. After all the shit you made me eat, I'm finally going to get it back."
Packer laughed and everyone joined in but Verity. She looked around and felt completely helpless. Racy was now straddling Packer while Ivanka instructed her on positioning. Jones and Wreck were over by the side with Caroline on her knees now topless stroking each off and going back and forth with her mouth, still managing to keep her police helmet on, the blue revolving light helping with the party atmosphere. Sophie was bent over another couch while Sean fucked her up the ass. Sophie was dressed in a black lacy bra pulled down to let her tits hang free, black garter belt, black lace panties and black thigh stockings in black 6-inch heels. Her makeup and hair were well done and she looked like she had just come from the office.
Just then J-Boy came in and said "All set up Packer, ready to film."
