Chapter 282: What A Good Idea

Almost immediately, Nancy woke up. Where am I? - she wondered. She looked up and was startled to see Crystal hovering over her. “What’s going on?” she asked.

Crystal put away the oil and whispered, “Get up. The game is on, and I need you to be alert.”

Nancy stood up dizzily. “I don’t feel right,” she muttered.

“What’s wrong?” Crystal asked nervously. She was worried that the dr*gs might have had negative side effects.

That was not the problem, though. Nancy was having trouble making sense of what Paul had done to her earlier. This was not the first time that Paul had assaulted her - not by far - but it had been the first time that she had taken pleasure from the abuse.

What is wrong with me? - Nancy wondered. He had humiliated her, and she was ashamed of her body’s response to what had happened. “It’s nothing,” she replied.

Before Crystal had a chance to call Nancy out on her lie, she began to cry. “There, there.” Crystal embraced her friend and said, “Whatever happened was not your fault, and it will never happen again. Now let’s get down to business. Are you able to walk?”

Nancy nodded, and Crystal helped her get dressed. Unfortunately, they were not quite enough, and Paul stirred. Without opening his eyes, he reached out to where Nancy had been sleeping, only to find that she had slipped away. “What the Hell?” he grumbled, and when he opened his eyes, the first person that he saw was Crystal. Suddenly, it occurred to him that he was naked, and he pulled the sheet over his genitals.

Crystal saw this, and she laughed mockingly, “Do you think that I want to see your body?” she asked. “I would rather have my eyeballs burnt out with a hot poker. There really is not much to see, though. Is there? Haha! It is just a little worm...”

Paul’s ire began to rise, and his face turned red from anger. He tried to stand up and was startled to discover that he lacked the strength. It was then that his senses detected the incense, and he realized what had happened. He turned to Nancy and shot her a dirty look. “How dare you do this to me?!?!” he roared.

“That’s enough,” Crystal interjected. “This has nothing to do with Nancy. I did it.”

Paul glared at Crystal, and then he looked at Nancy. “I don’t care who did it,” he said. “You are clearly in this together, so you will both pay!”

Crystal smirked. “Those are big words for a man that cannot even get out of bed. We could kill you now, and there would be nothing you could do to stop us, so maybe the time for making threats has passed. What do you think?”

The color drained from Paul’s face, and the expression that was left there was a mixture of fear and rage. The girls could tell that he wanted to say something, but he did not quite dare to.

There was a soft knock on the door. Crystal knew that it was Noah, so she invited him in right away.

When Noah walked in, the scent of sex and incense struck his senses, and his face turned red from embarrassment. He looked at Nancy, and he could see that she had been through an ordeal, and he felt guilty. If he had known that Paul would assault Nancy, he never would have left her side. “What do you need me to do?” he asked. “Your word is my command.”

“Wrap him in a quilt and carry him to the room below,” Crystal replied.

Nancy glanced at Noah and said, “That won’t work. He is an injured man.”

Noah responded faintly: “I am fine.”

Paul looked Crystal in the eye and said, “He had better not touch me.”

“Is that so?” Crystal asked. As she spoke, she picked up his bet and whipped it across his chest.

Paul shrieked in pain.

Crystal wriggled her eyes playfully. “You still think you’re in control, don’t you? I think that’s cute.” She turned to Nancy. “Don’t you think that’s cute?”

“That’s pretty cute,” Nancy replied. “Let me try.” Crystal handed her the belt, and she struck him three more times, once for herself, again for Clark, and the third time was for the pleasure of hurting him.

Paul’s body was strong and firm, but it was little help to him when it came to Nancy’s vengeance by the belt. By the time she was done, there were giant red welts all over his chest, and he was whimpering.

"P-P-Please," he stammered. “N-No m-m more...”

Nancy lifted the belt to strike him again, but Crystal stopped her. She gently took it away, saying, “I think that is enough. You have made your point.”

Nancy nodded. “Alright,” she said. Then she turned to Noah and told him to take Paul away.

As Noah rolled Paul up in the quilt, his whimpering began to taper off, and he began to curse. “Should I shove a dirty sock in his mouth?” Noah asked with a grin on his face. “I am sick of all this shouting. It is giving me a headache.”

“Yes,” Nancy replied. “What a good idea!”

“How dare you stuff a smelly sock in my mouth?” Paul shouted. “You are a fucking bitch!”

Nancy ignored the insult.

When Paul saw Noah’s hand approaching his face with a balled-up, dirty sock, he closed his mouth as tightly as he could.

“I’ve got this!” Nancy exclaimed. She rushed over and punched Paul in the side of the head as hard as she could. His mouth opened, and Noah shoved the sock in.

Crystal was amazed. “How did you know to do that?”

“I’ll never tell,” Nancy replied. In the past, when Nancy had refused to let him put his hard member in her mouth, this was what he would do to her to force her to open it for him, and it gave her great pleasure to show him how it felt.