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Valhalla Chronicles: Grace English

By: Dimachaerus



From the author: A New Way To Read Erotica.

Thank-you dear reader for choosing to read my work. I wanted to present readers with a slightly different way to read erotica. To this end I present 'The Valhalla Chronicles'.

Rather than have a single story that has consecutive chapters what I have done is written what I call 'a parent story' and a series of 'chronicles' to accompany it.

I wrote the parent story 'A Night In Valhalla' first. It was written in 'the first person' perspective from the eyes of 'Alan Shaw'.

Rather than write subsequent chapters I had another idea. A series of companion stories written in 'the third person' perspective picking up what happened next from the view point of the other characters introduced in 'A Night In Valhalla'.

Using that method, as long as you read the 'parent story' first, you can then go on to read any of the chronicle stories in any order depending who you want to follow first.

So I present to you the second of the 'Valhalla Chronicles' from the perspective of Grace English.

Each experience will be as different as the person they follow. Grace's journey will be a continuation down a dark (some would say beautiful) path, whereas the previous chronicle (Tara Morgane) was a slightly more romantic affair. Different people, different journeys.

So if you have not done so already, please go to my profile and read 'A Night In Valhalla' first. You will enjoy 'Valhalla Chronicles: Grace English' and 'Valhalla Chronicles: Tara Morgane' much more if you do so.

The stories will span many genres. The parent story was exhibitionism, Tara's journey is erotic coupling (with mild bondage elements). This Grace English chronicle will be more about sexual and emotional submission.

Thank-you once again dear reader. I hope you will appreciate that I have tried to do something new and fresh with this and at least humour me and my madness.

A Sincerest Thank-You

Dimachearus.

(Aka William) 

******************

Grace English was now thirty two years old. 

She was an extremely successful and highly respected attorney, and thanks to a couple of very high profile cases (which of course she won), she had even managed to become a moderately famous one too.

An attractive, auburn haired beauty.

Her slim frame and 'girl next-door' looks had deceived and disarmed many of her opponents in the past. She was gifted alright.

A genius level I.Q. combined with an innate understanding of the law. 

It was this mix of guile and intelligence that had given her the enviable reputation of being almost unbeatable.

Up until now her life had been the kind of rags to riches story that you might read about in the pages of a glossy magazine. Success hadn't come quickly or easily, but when it did come, it had felt gratifying and intoxicating on almost every level.

She was a perfectionist with an eye for detail. 

She wanted every part of her life to mirror that professional success....but....to her growing dismay, she had never been able to replicate that same kind of success in her own personal life. 

It would be more accurate to say that she now had no personal life at all.

Grace quickly discovered that success had come with its own unfortunate side-effects.

Spare time was the one commodity that she craved the most but never had.

Hugely successful and wildly in demand as she was, Grace now found herself to be financially rich, but time poor.

That poverty of time had also resulted in another, even more distressing outcome.

The sheer impossibility of any kind of real and meaningful relationship. 

There was just no time in her life left for any kind of significant other.

Not having that close loving bond with a man had been so very difficult for her to bear at times, but there was now an even more pressing matter that had begun to distract her more and more lately. 

Her constantly growing and always unfulfilled desires.

It is often said that a woman will hit her sexual peak in her early thirties, but to Grace, that little factoid just seemed like some kind of cruel joke. An ironic slap in the face to a woman with a desperate itch she had no way of scratching.

Most nights Grace would arrive home from work and then attempt to just swallow her own frustration. She would simply push it all into some dark corner somewhere deep inside her soul, and for a while, that method had even worked.

But....It didn't take long before that too began to fail. That deep dark corner suddenly got very crowded as those repressed feelings of desire and arousal began to overflow and escape.

Immediately the problem became so much worse than before. 

The Valhalla club had turned out to be the salvation of Grace English. 

She was the only member ever to have discovered the existence of that secret of organisation completely on her own. 

Once she knew of its existence she simply found her own way into the fold. 

Using a combination of audacity and her own legal prowess, she successfully lobbied and then gained acceptance as a full member of Valhalla.

It was an unprecedented and impressive feat. It was also a true indication of just how intelligent and persistent she was.

You would think that once she was accepted into Valhalla, the very frustrated and sexually repressed Grace English would 'go for broke' and engage in every act and sordid fantasy under the sun...but not her.

It was enough for Grace to just be in that atmosphere. That very environment of

'sex and power' alone had been enough to satisfy her at first.

She witnessed men and women performing the kind of acts she had only read in books or fantasised about as she lay in bed. 

She discovered that the act of sex itself was visually quite beautiful if performed passionately by the right people.

In a startling realisation one night, it occurred to her that despite her frequent visits to Valhalla, she had not slept with a single man in almost eighteen months.

There had been no boyfriends or dating or anything else for that matter, just her work and a couple of visits to the club every week.

"Jesus! How did I let that happen?" She had asked herself then. 

She knew the answer to that question already. Grace English had become a slave to her job. Her all consuming and time devouring job. 

Right then and there Grace decided to fix that situation. Decisiveness had always been a key reason for her professional success. Maybe it was now time to apply that same ethos to her personal life too.

She would now resolve to use all those facilities that Valhalla had placed at her disposal.

She would end her sexual drought in one emphatic and public statement.

It would to be a carefully conceived and choreographed sex act with her as the star attraction.

In one night she would put an end to all those rumours. She would show everyone that Grace English was not the 'frigid bitch' that they all seemed to think she was.

But...why even stop there? She was not simply going to put an end to those rumours, she was going to destroy them all with one remarkable act.

One woman, three men and an audience. That was the idea that started it all off.

It took more courage and planning than Grace had expected. It had literally been a full six months from the inception of that idea to the moment she had walked onto that tiny stage.

The reasons for that delay had much more to do with her own fear, than the complexity of what she had asked for.

'What are they gonna think of me? Would any of them even want to watch me make love to three men?'

It was a ridiculous question to be asking herself of course, one that spoke volumes about her own lack of confidence as a woman. The last remnant of a desperate and lonely adolescence.

When that night finally arrived, literally every Valhalla member had requested to be present. Only a very lucky forty-five of them had gotten that privilege and more than half of that number happened to be women.

It seems the public act of a woman having sex with multiple males had very much featured in the fantasies of just about every female Valhalla member. 

The fact that it was a woman that they all knew and respected just seemed to add an extra dimension to an already exceptional act.

"Three consecutive men in one night, that pretty much sums it up right?" Tara Morgane had asked her a few weeks before as they sat in a booth in the Valhalla reception room. 

Tara Morgane and Grace had hit it off right from the very first moment they met almost two years earlier.

Tara had worked her way up the ladder to be the 'head of member liasons' at the Valhalla Club now.

Right from the start there just seemed to be a realisation that both of them possessed kindred souls. 

It was a difficult relationship to define but it was also a very honest and real one too. 

Sisters in the sorority of life perhaps.

It was a month before the big night was to take place and the nervous anticipation of it all was almost intoxicating. 

"Three strong and handsome men." Grace thought a little more before elaborating. "Taking turns at pleasuring me."

"Excuse me if I'm being crass Grace but we need to be specific about all the details. I want to make this the best experience ever, and to do that I'm going to need total honesty."

"You know you can ask anything you want." Grace replied confidently.

Tara Morgane brought out a legal pad and began to make notes as she continued to ask questions.

"When you say 'taking turns at pleasuring you', you really mean taking turns at 'fucking' you right? Full penetration I mean."

Grace English actually took the lead then and just spelt it all out. She had been nervous about this for weeks, but she had now come to the conclusion that she just needed to be brave and make her fantasy real once and for all.

"I want three 'big-dicked' studs to take turns at fucking my brains out in front of these high and mighty Valhalla 'stiffs'." 

The two women laughed then. 

"Why miss English!" Tara said coyly before adding "A woman after my own heart. I swear if you were a man I'd be in love right now!"

"We'll you're not quite my type Tara, but if I were into girls I'd jump you on the spot!"

Again the two women laughed.

"So....let's make a check-list." Tara said before calling out items.

"Let's see....Three big handsome studs with huge dicks. An appreciative audience. Sounds hot so far, but what about the other things. Rough or gentle?"

"Rough. I like a bit of enthusiasm" Grace replied.

"How about fetishes Miss English?"

"Like what?"

"Oh I don't know. Do you like being tied up or maybe blindfolded? How about a spanking or some mild bondage?"

"Why.....Are you offering?" Grace said with a mischievous smile.

"Only if you've been a very very bad girl." Tara replied trying to stifle a slight chuckle.

Grace paused in thought for just a moment as the various scenarios began to play out in her mind.

To say that she had never thought of such things would be a lie. 

In fact, the whole 'loss of control' idea head featured in her fantasies more times than she could remember......but.....exploring those ideas in front of a group of her peers was another matter entirely.

"Well...I like the blindfold idea Tara....and who knows...maybe I even deserve a good spanking...I'll leave that to your discretion," she finally decided.

Tara's next question didn't seem particularly significant to either of them at the time. Only later would it prove to be perhaps the most important part of that whole exchange.

"Do you like surprises Grace?"

"Well, professionally speaking, no, but something tells me that's not the kind of surprise you're talking about is it."

"All I'm saying Grace, is that you and I have planned this very carefully. Nothing has been left to chance. There are no random elements at play.....not unless.....now how should I put it..... not unless I was to provide a fun little surprise or two."

Grace thought again for a moment.

"You know that actually sounds kinda fun. Okay...give it your best shot. But I have to tell you that I've pretty much seen it all in my line of work."

"You just leave that part to me Grace. I can be very inventive. Trust me, I'll come up with something you're gonna love."

Looking back on it now there was no way Tara Morgane could have foreseen the full impact of that decision. 

She had literally hundreds of options to choose from when planning that 'fun little surprise'. 

It had to be special and it needed to be personal too. Something symbolic.

As fate would have it, Tara's extensive research into the life of Grace English kept on revealing the same name again and again. A call-girl by the name of..........................

***

"Jasmine Parks." Grace whispered softly to herself. She was finally alone now. 

Her big Valhalla 'presentation' had only ended just five minutes before. 

That conversation with Tara had only been a month ago but it seemed like a distant memory now.

She shook uncontrollably as the adrenaline still coursed through her veins. 

Her mind just kept on replaying the last two hours of her life in minute detail over and over.

She sat on the edge of a rather large bed dressed only in a plain white Valhalla bath-robe. 

Only moments before she had been escorted to this private room by one of the female associates.

A change of clothing and lingerie had been laid out neatly on the bed for her as promised, and

A selection of expensive cosmetics and hair-care products had also been provided.

The droning sound of water striking ceramic tiles echoed from the bathroom as the shower continued to run and steam billowed through the doorway.

More out of habit than anything else she loosened her robe and let it fall to the floor as she walked naked into the bathroom and then slid underneath those welcoming jets of hot water.

A sharp, stinging pain erupted from between her legs then as the hot water made contact with her raw, sensitive flesh.

She grunted and mewed in pain.

After a few moments the pain subsided a little, but she still clearly felt the physical effects of her ordeal. Not just on the outside, but deep within her too. It was a kind of dull throb that continued to pulse somewhere deep inside her.

That full intense feeling in her stomach didn't seem to be leaving either. She felt it acutely as if those men were still violating her. Still pounding their huge cocks into her tiny little frame. 

There was no precedent for what she was feeling. Nothing to compare it to.

"God I can still feel it so bad." She said quietly to herself as the water ran in tiny rivulets down her body and then flowed down between her legs.

She found that feeling comforting.

Grace began to slide a bar of soap over her body as the pain from her crotch and pelvis began to wane. She slid the soap down between her legs and for the first time allowed her fingers to examine the aftermath of the extreme double penetration she had just experienced.

Her vagina just felt raw and her clitoris extremely sensitive to the touch. Her poor little pussy had been just been penetrated and pounded mercilessly by maybe the biggest cock it had ever had to deal with.

But...grace knew that the state of her pussy was not her greatest concern then. She was more worried about the state her thoroughly abused little ass-hole, which up until tonight had never been violated by anything bigger than a finger.

She was all too aware that her anal virginity had just been taken by a cock that was even bigger than the ones that had pounded her pussy. 

"Oh christ here goes." grace said out loud then as she probed at her tortured little ass-hole with her fingers as she stood in that shower.

To her surprise there was no pain to the touch just a dull numbing ache.

As Grace gently continued to probe with two fingers she was shocked to discover that they quickly slid inside her with almost no resistance now.

"Okay, well that's definitely a new development." she said to herself.

'Jesus I hope it's not gonna stay that way.' she thought then as she began to work the soap between her legs vigorously. 

There was no way that a simple bar of soap was going to fix her or wash the whole experience away, but that was fine by her. 

To Grace it felt like she had just discovered a whole new world of feeling and emotion. She didn't want to forget anything, just the opposite. She now found herself wanting more.

Visions, flashbacks and vivid emotions. 

A feeling of being cradled by male flesh and then being violated by it.

A musky scent in the air. The friction of bodies in front and behind.

Stretching. Penetrating.

The flesh of another deep inside her. Fingers in her mouth.

Animalistic grunts. Pounding. Screaming..............Climaxing.

Those images and thoughts continued to randomly assault her senses.

Blurred daydreams passed in and out of her mind as the soothing hot water continued to slide down her body. A gentle caress of water that was almost heavenly.

In Grace's own confused mind a phantom vision of Jasmine Parks seemed to suddenly waft out of the steam in front of her. 

She stood there in that same red dress, unaffected by the heat and moisture. 

This ethereal Jasmine was clearly very different from the real woman. She was an idealised version. A construct of Grace's overwhelmed mind.

"You're smart enough to know I did this to you for a reason." The phantom Jasmine said in the very same manner that her real counterpart had said only minutes before.

"To teach me a lesson. To make me your filthy little whore." Grace replied out loud into the steam and mist.

"And you want that very much now don't you?" Jasmine said using words drawn not from reality this time, but from the mind of Grace herself."

"Yes" she answered simply before taking it even further. "I want to feel like that again."

Sometimes all it takes is one extreme experience to change someone's life. 

In the case of Grace English that experience and the change it brought about was so profound that her life would probably never be the same again.

Unknown emotions had been set on fire. New pathways to feeling had been discovered.

Her days as a lonely, over-worked and sexually repressed woman were about to come to a startling end.

There was more to it all of course. Some kind of primal trigger had been hit deep inside Grace English. 

The ability to be in total control of every situation had been the very basis upon which she had built her success. Nobody had ever managed to outsmart her or get the better of her.

She had even controlled Jasmine Parks when they had first met two months ago, although back then the setting had been a very different one.

Grace had been in her natural element then. 

She had successfully prosecuted Jasmine Parks on all four counts of prostitution.

Miss Parks however, was no lowly street walker and her services were not cheap either. A beautiful, manipulative woman with a very rich clientele, she had scammed and slept her way through some of the most powerful men in the city.

The next time those two women met, would be under very different circumstances indeed.

Grace would not be in her natural element at all then. She would be blindfolded, nervous and vulnerable, and this time, Jasmine Parks would have the upper hand.

Jasmine had quickly and effortlessly taken control of Grace then, and once she had that control, she had never let it go for one second.

She manipulated Grace and turned her into a victim of her own desires. She teased and caressed and led her into an experience that was much more raw and explicit than anything she had ever considered.

The original presentation of the beautiful and successful Grace English being 'pleasured' by three men was quickly replaced by something far more pleasing to Jasmine Parks.


Valhalla Chronicles: Grace English



At Grace's own request, the stunned audience instead witnessed the spectacular loss of her anal virginity to nine inches of thick, throbbing cock.

They then bore witness to one of the most intense, and even brutal acts of double penetration as two big men pounded both of her holes from the front and back. 

The tiny frame of Grace English had convulsed and shuddered as the two men continued to violate her.

The audience had marvelled as she screamed obscenities and moaned as she begged for more.

And all the while Jasmine Parks had been there, watching, smiling and pulling the strings.

Everyone in that room saw the way that Grace had obeyed her without question. 

They had all looked on in wide-eyed in disbelief as she virtually begged for that violation, and they had all witnessed her screams....not of pain or fear....but of all-consuming pleasure and lust.

It was in fact, a masterful display of control and manipulation on the part of Jasmine Parks and even Grace herself knew it.

So often she would hear Jasmine's soothing, nurturing voice whispering in her ear. 

Intense, raw and degrading instructions delivered in a soft, almost poetic way as if those words had just been pulled straight out of a romance novel.

She somehow made all those extreme, almost brutal acts sound breathtaking and beautiful.

On a very deep level Grace had known all too well what Jasmine was doing, but the feelings and emotions being triggered by what she was hearing were unlike any she had ever experienced before.

Grace remembered feeling so afraid when, at Jasmine's insistence, she had told everyone watching that she wanted 'the one with the biggest dick fuck her in the ass.' But.....there had been so much more to it than that.

That was the most raw and degrading thing she had ever said in her life. That same fear just seemed to light a fire deep inside her as base lust began to dictate her every action.

Grace was not in control of anything anymore and to her, that felt wonderful.

From the very first moment, Jasmine's every word and action had been focussed on only one outcome......the sexual corruption of the city's most respected lawyer....Grace English.

A woman admired for her high ideals. 

But, all along, Grace had been very aware of what Jasmine was trying to do.

She had known it right from the start, and yet, she had surrendered to it. 

She could have fought back and stopped it more than once....but she didn't.

She recalled that moment when Tara Morgane had actually spoken up and tried to get the 'presentation' back on track. It was one of those key moments when Grace could have stopped it all from happening.

Grace had been particularly proud of her own response then.

It was a test of her will. A test that she had passed. 

Oh, those feelings and emotions at that moment. 

A delicious cocktail of dread and arousal blending into one. The knowledge that she was about to sexually explore the very darkest (and perhaps even dangerous) parts of her own soul.

Despite Tara's initial shock and concern it soon became apparent to Grace that even the solid and dependable Miss Morgane had fallen under Jasmine's sordid spell. 

As things began to escalate even more, the expression on Tara's face had quickly changed from one of concern to intense arousal.

Tara Morgane did things then that Grace knew she would get in real trouble for, but to Grace that lapse in control had meant a lot. 

It told her that what was happening was exceptional and not just for her either. Others saw it and felt it too. 

Grace vividly recalled the moment when she looked up from her own powerful orgasm to see the prim and proper Tara Morgane screaming like a banshee with the hand of Valhalla's newest member buried deep in her crotch.

It was a moment that seemed to just magnify her own crashing orgasm even more.

Grace stepped out of the shower then and after towelling herself off walked back into that simple but elegant room.

The fresh new blue skirt-suit that she had brought with her was laid neatly on the bed as was the very expensive French lingerie set she had bought for herself only yesterday.

Grace English had thought about and prepared for this night in such minute detail that even the type of underwear she wore had been symbolic in some way.

During her presentation she wore a simple but beautiful white lace thong and a sheer white bra to match (at least she had worn them until they were torn from her body). 

The colour white was important. She wanted to appear sexy and yet innocent at the same time, almost as if to communicate that underneath that serious blue suit there was a pure little virgin waiting to be ravished.

Perhaps she had read too many romance novels, but hey, this was her big night and she wanted it to be perfect in every way.

In an odd sort of way her harsh treatment at the hands of Jasmine Parks had made that innocent little virgin routine a virtual reality. Compared to the rest of those people on that stage Grace had appeared about as virginal as it was possible to be in those early stages.

A pure white lamb set upon by wolves. An innocent victim of her own curiosity.

The French lingerie set that had been laid out for her now was supposed to be a subtle hint at her own 'de-flowering' that only she would know about. This time the colour black was used as a symbol.

Black stockings with matching garter straps. 

A risqué pair of french-cut panties and a nice little see-through push-up bra. 

Despite her small frame Grace had never needed any kind of help before in accentuating her breasts, if anything she actually felt that they were perhaps a little too large for the size of her body.

She had always used clothes and conservative bras to 'de-emphasise' them in the past.

To her, even the simple act of wearing a cleavage enhancing push-up bra was a bold statement all by itself.

When Grace had prepared for, and dreamed about that night, every gesture and action had seemed significant. Even the smallest of details somehow felt vitally important on some level. 

In her elaborate, highly detailed fantasies, she had imagined herself being virtually reborn after the night of her Valhalla 'presentation'. 

The new Grace would be a sexually empowered woman with dual identities. 

She would present the serious and successful image of 'Grace English, successful lawyer' to the world as she went about her business dressed in one of her many 'trade-mark' blue skirt-suits.

But......Underneath that calm, professional exterior would be the body and soul of a 'vixen' wearing explicit lingerie and scented with provocative perfumes. 

She would be a woman at peace with her own sexuality, with the confidence to use it when the right opportunity came along.

At least that's how the script of her life was supposed to read.

'Vixen' had been the identity and the mindset that Grace had most wanted to adopt after her planned public adventure with those men. But, the actions of Jasmine Parks and those three men had changed all of that for her.

The term 'whore' seemed much more fitting to her now and the more she thought about that word, the more she fell in love with her new title.

'Vixen' was a word and an idea that the old, lonely and sexually frustrated Grace had come up with to describe the woman she wanted to be.

The new Grace suddenly had a different perspective on life. 

To a woman who had just been blindfolded, manipulated and then begged to be 'Gang-fucked' by three men, the phrase 'dirty little whore' seemed much more fitting.

Even just saying those words sent beautiful little shivers down her spine now.

Grace examined the selection of perfumes and cosmetics that had been laid out for her. After a few moments she picked out an expensive bottle of Jean Paul Gaultier perfume. 

She didn't spray the perfume directly onto her skin as she usually did. She instead sprayed a large amount of it into the air in front of her before walking into that scented mist and letting the fine droplets lightly coat her skin.

She remembered reading somewhere years ago that this was the best way to lightly apply any scent to your entire body. In the past she had always considered that method too wasteful, but this new Grace simply didn't seem to give a damn about such considerations.

She just felt like squeezing all of the juice out of life that she could now. 

No guilt, no shame, just the pursuit of intense emotion and feeling.

She almost made a ritual out of the process as she slowly slid on the tiny French panties. She shimmied her hips from side to side turning that simple act into something that felt beautiful and sexually charged.

It was a sensual little move that she had seen in a movie once, but that had been way, way back when she was in college. Back then the hottest thing that Grace had ever seen a girl do on-screen was in a movie called 'Out Of Sight'. She just loved the way that Jenifer Lopez had sexily shimmied out of her skirt just before jumping into bed with a then very young and handsome George Clooney.

Up until now she never thought she could have pulled that move off without looking silly, but to her own surprise it had felt so very sensual and effortless.

She rolled a pair of black silk stockings slowly up her toned legs then. They sheathed each leg in tight black lace all the way up to her upper thighs before tapering into two thin garter straps on each side. She delicately attached the garter straps to the little ornate buttons on the waist-band of the matching French-cut panties. 

Grace then carefully put her arms through the shoulder straps of a very sheer and see-through black push-up bra. 

Only then did she become aware of an interesting little side-effect that the intense teasing of Jasmine Parks had had on one part of her body.

Jasmine's idea of foreplay had been to take a very sharp knife and use the blade of it to rake at Grace's nipples through the fabric her white lace bra.

The intensity and the danger of that moment had felt incredible to the comparatively innocent Grace English then. 

Cruel, uncontrollable and electric jolts of sensation mixed with fear.

The result of this teasing was that her nipples were now raw, very sensitive and constantly erect.

She reached behind her back and fastened the sheer bra in place.

For the first time she went and stood in front of the full length mirror on the wall.

"Oh my god." Grace said out loud then. 

Her heart pounded and overwhelming happiness erupted from somewhere deep inside her. 

She gazed with excitement at the reflection of a woman that was beautiful and yet dirty in all the ways that she never thought she could ever be......until now.

She saw a woman dressed in shiny black stilettos and explicit, revealing lingerie.

She saw the thin fabric of a push-up bra being stretched unusually tight as it struggled to contain a beautiful pair of large breasts. 

Sensitive, erect nipples strained and pushed against the translucent black mesh fabric.

Her damp auburn hair framed a beautiful oval shaped face that was familiar, but wore an expression she had never seen before. An indefinable mix of raw emotions.

"Such a pretty little slut." Grace said aloud to her own reflection.

Her own hands and fingers began to roam over her body then. 

She watched the woman in the mirror react to that soft touch. She saw how she gasped as fingers teased her sensitive nipples and then how she moaned when those same fingers crept slowly down her belly and toward her crotch.

It was the first time in her life that Grace had been able to look into a mirror and truly love what she saw. She saw a woman filled with lust and promise. A woman to whom anything was possible.

She lingered in front of the mirror for a few more moments before finally snapping out of her daze.

Grace seemed to switch into a kind of 'auto-pilot' then as some of her old instincts took over and she went about the business of making herself look immaculate.

She swiftly tied her shoulder length hair up and pinned it before carefully applying make-up.

Last of all, she put on the serious but extremely well cut skirt-suit and blouse. 

Aside from her breasts sitting up and looking unusually big, there was no hint at all of the sexy black lingerie hidden underneath.

She would look like the same old 'Grace English' to anyone who saw her.

Unless they had been to her 'presentation' and seen what she had just done, nobody could possibly have guessed that the Grace underneath those clothes was now different on almost every level. 

There was no way of knowing that she was not the woman they used to know.

She almost jumped with fright when she heard a sharp knock at the door.

She was not at all surprised when she opened it to see Tara Morgane accompanied by Alan Shaw, Valhalla's newest member.

It had been obvious even when she had first met Mr Shaw in the reception room that he had been totally enamoured with the beautiful and intelligent Miss Morgane. 

Tara had clearly also responded very favourably to Mr Shaw. In fact after seeing how Tara had behaved only minutes before, saying that she had simply just responded favourably was a massive understatement.

"Are you ready to face the world Grace?" Tara said smiling.

Grace English knew it was time to face everyone in the reception room. They would all be waiting for her to make an appearance.

Deep down she knew what they would all be saying about her right now. The men would leer and the women would be spouting words like 'slut' behind her back.

'Fuck all of them!' She thought to herself defiantly.

"I'm ready." Grace replied simply then.

She exited the room then and walked quietly down the corridor towards a set of familiar double doors. Tara and Alan walked silently beside her.

Grace took a deep breath and then stopped in front of those doors. The reception room was on the other side.

If anyone would know what Grace was feeling surely it would be Tara. She had been in that room, living that experience with her. She saw it all and had clearly felt it too.

"I'm not ashamed of what I am. You have no idea how free I feel now." She said to Tara then.

Tara Morgane just responded in the most exceptional of ways. What she said then let Grace know that she really did have a deep understanding of what was happening.

"Tell us what the great Grace English has become.?" Tara said mimicking the very words Jasmine Parks had used earlier.

"A dirty, filthy little whore." Grace replied with more than a hint of pride in her voice.

They smiled at each other then. 

Both of them had been deeply altered by what had happened in that room that night but....... both of them were also much happier than they had been in a very long time.

Grace entered the reception room closely followed by Tara and Alan.

They were greeted by a deafening silence. 

A room of countless faces stared at Grace and all she could do was just stare back defiantly.

'I'm not ashamed of what I am', she thought then as she reiterated in her mind the words she had said to Tara Morgane only moments earlier.

She just stood her ground and prepared herself for all the disgusted looks and insulting comments that she knew would surely follow. 

She only hoped that they would all have the decency to say those things to her face.

When the room erupted into applause Grace grew confused for a moment.

As it continued and she realised their reaction was genuine, a fragile smile spread across her face. 

She stood there dumbfounded as she searched her mind for an appropriate thought or gesture only to find that she was too stunned to react.

The applause turned to cheers and not just from the men either.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and heard Tara's voice whisper in her ear..... 

"This is for you Grace. They are all cheering for you."

She had felt incredible then. 

She was the centre of attention. 

She was the prom queen standing in front of her graduating class as they applauded.

The next twenty minutes was a blur of faces all cramming to talk to Grace English, the star of the most sexually intense act any of them had ever seen.

It actually took Grace a few minutes to work her way across the room to where Tara and Alan Shaw sat talking.

"I think they liked your presentation Miss English." Tara said smiling.

"You know I think I really should thank you for that 'fun little surprise' you arranged for me." Grace Replied.

A troubled look spread across Tara's face then. There was a hint of reluctance in her voice as she began to speak.

"Listen Grace I should tell you that Jasmine Parks and her three associates have already been escorted off the premises. She requested to speak with you but naturally I turned her down."

"You threw them out?" Grace said unable to hide her surprise.

"Oh no Grace no. Nothing like that. It's just forbidden for temporary 'associates' to enter the reception room and fraternise with members. Don't worry, they were paid very well and I even gave them a bonus for doing such an amazing job."

Grace thought for a moment. 

In truth she was actually bitterly disappointed that she had missed out on seeing Jasmine and those men one last time.

"Maybe I should hear what she has to say. Do you have any contact details for Jasmine?" She asked then.

The face of Tara Morgane suddenly took on an almost pained expression. She stared directly into Grace's eyes as she began to speak in a deliberate and serious tone.

"The answer is no Grace.....Just no."

Tara paused. She seemed to be reaching for the right response but the words were clearly not coming easily.

"I know something amazing happened to you tonight. I know because I felt it too.........but let's not kid ourselves, it could have gone very, very wrong."

Grace knew that Tara was right but that very fact just seemed to be fanning those flames inside her even more now. 

As Tara went on, each word only seemed to be making matters worse and adding to that fire.

"If you hadn't have been in a secure environment like Valhalla there's no telling what Jasmine might have done to you."

Those words just seemed to resonate then inside the mind of Grace English

'Oh God' She immediately thought to herself '.........all the things they would have done to me if they had me alone.' It was a realisation that should have filled her with fear, but instead had the opposite effect. 

It began to fill her with an unstoppable desire.

On top of all that, Grace had never seen Tara look so serious. She wasn't her normal, controlled self at all now. She had clearly been more than a little shaken by what had taken place earlier.

"Look Grace...I didn't mean to.....but.....but I put you in a lot of danger tonight, and I really should be apologising for that mistake."

"No Tara......This has been the best night of my life. I never want to hear you apologise for what happened."

"Listen I'm just looking out for you Grace. You're not just a member to me. You're a good friend." Tara said with real warmth in her voice then.

The two women smiled at each other once more. 

It was clear that even if she had the details on her, Tara Morgane was never going to give Grace a phone number or any way to contact Jasmine Parks. Maybe Tara was even right not to.

She could have gone home then but she didn't. Maybe saying that she couldn't would be more accurate. 

Too much to think about.

Too much to process.

Instead Grace English stayed at Valhalla for a while and just soaked up her new fame and notoriety.

This night had been a long time in coming and she was in no hurry for it to end just yet.

She noticed that Tara and Alan Shaw seemed to be content to just talk enthusiastically in one of the private booths for most of the night. 




Valhalla Chronicles: Grace English



That was a pleasing development. Tara clearly needed someone in her life and Alan Shaw seemed to be a perfect catch. Hell if Tara hadn't snagged him first she would probably have been the one flirting with him right now.

"What time is it?" Grace asked Jackie, the pretty blonde who worked behind the bar.

"It's going on midnight Miss English. Oh by the way I have your belongings here in this bag if you would like to collect them now."

"Belongings?" Grace questioned.

"Well....clothes, at least what's left of them." Jackie replied handing her a gift bag.

Grace reached inside the bag and pulled out a wide piece of blue cloth. 

She realised straight away that it was the very expensive skirt she had been wearing earlier. Well...at least it 'was' a skirt before it had been cut up the middle and then sliced clean in two with a knife.

Next she fished out her ripped bra and panties. 

Last, but by no means least, was her blouse and jacket. Aside from the fact that all the buttons had been cut off, the blouse and Jacket looked almost undamaged. 

Grace noticed something subtly different about her jacket right away. The outer pocket on the left hand side had been pulled inside out. 

Curious.

When she instinctively reached into the corresponding right side pocket she felt the stiff edge of something inside. 

A rectangular strip of cardboard.....most probably a business card of some kind.

Grace removed the card and was puzzled by what she saw.

It was an old dry-cleaning ticket that clearly wasn't hers.

She flipped the card over and within seconds her blood ran cold.

Grace felt a mixture of fear and excitement build inside her almost immediately.

A short note had been scrawled on the back of that ticket.

It was a note from Jasmine Parks.

'It's not over pretty girl. I know you want more. Be at the corner of Columbus and Elm. Be there no later than 12.30am. JP' 

"Jackie call me a cab now...I have to go." Grace said suddenly without thinking.

"I can get a limo for you much faster Miss..."

Grace cut her off in mid sentence then.

"No I need a cab and I need it out front now."

The stunned Jackie made the call. 

There were more than a few puzzled looks as everyone in the Valhalla club saw Grace English suddenly stand up from the bar and then make a hasty exit.

"Is anything wrong Grace?" Tara Morgane had even asked then.

"Nothing...just...just need to get home." she had replied unconvincingly.

A couple of minutes later Grace found herself standing in front of the now very deserted looking Forsythe building. 

Grace knew that her reaction to Jasmine's note was perhaps rushed and ill advised but it was just all so exciting. Like something out of a movie, but it was real and she was it the centre of it.

Jackie was right, taking the limo would have been much faster, but there would have just been too many questions to answer.

It wouldn't have taken a rocket scientist to figure out that Grace had something very risky in mind. The driver would most likely have turned around and driven her right back to the club as soon as he had put two and two together.

A heavy rain had fallen in the three hours that Grace had been in the club and the streets just seemed to glisten as if the whole city had been given a coat of varnish.

The cab arrived a few minutes later and Grace Jumped in the back.

"Corner of Columbus and Elm and make it fast please driver. If you can get me there by 12.30 I'll give you an extra hundred."

There's nothing quite as fast as a cab driver motivated by money. 

It was a journey that should have taken at least twenty-five minutes.

What it turned into was a fifteen minute drag race.

Grace still hadn't paused even once to consider any of what she was doing or even the possible consequences of her actions. 

She just wasn't ready for the best night she could remember to end just yet. 

She had already experienced the most intense and perhaps even the most violent sexual experience of her life already that night.

Her own reaction to that experience had turned into something of a revelation to her. 

Feeling the fear, knowing the danger. 

Not wanting it to stop. 

Intoxicating.

If anything, what she was doing right now was maybe the most dangerous and reckless thing so far. Her every choice seemed to contain an element of danger. That fact alone was exhilarating and even arousing to the usually cautious and calculating Grace English.

The driver pulled up at the intersection at exactly 12.29am and a triumphant Grace leapt out of the cab and onto the side-walk.

Her heart still pounded in her chest and the adrenaline still coursed through her veins.

Only after the cab had pulled away did she actually take a good look at her surroundings.

The past fifteen minutes had been a blur of speed and excitement as she had raced across town to meet that 12.30am deadline. 

Well she had made it alright, but only just. As the seconds passed and her heart-rate began to slow, she immediately began to notice a few alarming things about her current situation.

The corner of Columbus and Elm was a bad place to be at night. It was in a deserted, run-down and very old part of town. 

Between each building, dark and deserted alleys ran off in almost every direction.

The place was empty. Not another soul could be seen walking on either sidewalk.

Grace wore no coat, only the blue skirt-suit she had put on little more than an hour ago.

She stood silently for almost a minute as the darkness and cold of that place began to close in on her.

"This was a very bad idea." Grace finally said out loud then.

"You're probably right........and yet here you are." A familiar voice echoed in response from somewhere in the darkness.

Grace spun around and peered into one of the murky alleys behind her. The light from the street only penetrated a few yards into that alley and beyond was just an inky blackness.

She heard that familiar staccato clip-clop of high-heeled shoes on concrete. 

The figure of Jasmine Parks emerged into the light in front of her. She still wore that same red dress but had now draped an expensive looking fur-lined coat over her shoulders.

"I was beginning to think you didn't get my note, but then again, anal little bitches like you always check their pockets don't they." 

Her tone wasn't harsh or threatening. Somehow every word had an alluring quality that was almost mesmerising.

Grace couldn't find any words in reply. 

She froze as a sense of panic washed over her.

The reality of her situation suddenly hit hard and she felt herself begin to tremble. 

Jasmine was pretty in all the ways that Grace had always wanted to be.

Blonde, blue eyes with a slim but curvaceous body. She had envied those looks right from the very first moment she had seen Jasmine.

It was almost a sad indictment on Grace English that she could always see the beauty in others but never in herself. 

Tonight had been the first night in her life when she had been able to look at her own reflection in a mirror and not see a collection of flaws, but a beautiful, desirable woman.

"Cat got your tongue huh?" Jasmine said with a smile.

"No." 

"She speaks! It's a miracle!" She countered sarcastically.

Once more it felt to Grace like Jasmine had effortlessly taken control of the situation and of her. The very idea of that was scary and unnerving to a woman who had made a living out of controlling what others thought and did.

To make matters worse she was not in a nice safe courtroom or even inside the protective walls of the Valhalla club anymore. She was on a dark, deserted street corner with a woman who's explicit intent toward Grace had been made very clear only hours before.

"Become quite the risk taker now haven't we." Jasmine teased.

"You wanted to talk to me?" Grace offered nervously. It wasn't much of a reply, but it was the best she could come up with.

"My little note said nothing about talking." Jasmine countered before adding "You can follow me.....or not.....it's up to you."

She then turned her back and disappeared back into the darkness of the alley. Once more came that sound of Jasmine's heels tapping out a rhythm as she walked away.

"Well are you coming or not?" that familiar voice echoed back at her from the darkness, her tone conveying nothing but indifference.

The sound of those heels continuing to trail off into the distance.

Grace paused for a long time then. She was under no illusions that following her into that alley was reckless and stupid. 

Knowing that didn't seem to make any difference anymore. Stopping now just wouldn't make any sense, not after all that she had been through already.

"Please wait!...I'm coming!" She finally called out before walking forward and plunging into the darkness.

That inky blackness seemed to close in on Grace from every direction as her eyes struggled to adjust.

"Keep moving pretty girl....just follow the sound of my voice and you'll get there just fine." Jasmine called out.

Grace blindly stumbled on. Fear grew with each step now. She realised all too late that her sense of direction had left her.

She was suddenly blinded then, as the beam from a powerful flash-light erupted out of the darkness. It shone directly into her eyes and obliterated all vision.

"You can stop right there for a moment baby." Jasmine instructed.

Grace froze as the beam of light was concentrated on her face.

She heard the voice of Jasmine once more, only this time she wasn't speaking to Grace at all.

"I told you she'd come. The little slut's gotta real taste for it now."

"I didn't doubt it for a second" A raspy male voice replied.

"Oh fuck....w-who's that with you..." Grace stammered in fear as the shock of hearing another voice hit her like an electric charge.

"Now just take a couple more steps toward the light baby girl. You're almost there." Jasmine instructed calmly.

Grace stumbled on with that blinding light still searing into the back of her eyeballs, but, for the first time she started to see shapes and movement beyond that beam.

She saw the faint silhouette of Jasmine as she held that flash-light in her hand, but there was something else she could see now too, something much more shocking.

The shadowy out-line of at least two men standing beside Jasmine.

"You've arrived honey...you're being such a good girl...are you scared yet?" Jasmine asked.

"Uh-huh." Grace confessed timidly.

"Oh I know your type. I know it's the fear that gets you off, no use in denying it now.......the way you reacted to me earlier. It turns you on real bad.......doesn't it."

Grace thought for a few moments as she considered just how much of herself she was going to share. It only took her a second to decide to bear all and tell her the truth.

"I....I liked it."

"And you followed me here cause you want to feel dirty and scared and beautiful just like you did earlier tonight....ain't that right baby?" Jasmine replied.

"Yes.....I want to feel it again," was the almost inaudible reply.

"Feel what exactly....speak up and be very specific." Jasmine countered immediately.

Grace could feel the heat start to rise deep within her from some place dark and undiscovered.

"To feel dirty......and afraid......like before." came her slightly louder response.

"Holy shit! You're telling me that this filthy little bitch is really a high priced lawyer?" Grace heard another deep male voice say.

"Yeah, and a fucking good one too. She put me away for two months." Jasmine replied.

One of the men spoke directly to Grace then. "Lady if all that's true and you followed Jasmine down here hoping for a little bit of 'kissy-face', then you must be the dumbest bitch I've ever met."

"Show some fucking respect asshole!" Jasmine spat back at the man before continuing. "Grace here isn't stupid. She's a lot smarter than any of you."

She paused for effect.

"Tonight's just been a big night for her is all. She only just found out that she's really just a common little whore."

Jasmines tone grew softer then. 

"For those of you that missed it, if only you'd seen the way she screamed and moaned when we violated every hole on that tight little body. Tell me I'm wrong pretty girl...tell me you didn't beg for it."

Nobody had ever talked to Grace like this before tonight. 

She knew what Jasmine was doing. She was manipulating her now, just as she had done earlier at the Valhalla Club.

She knew all that, but it didn't matter. She was more willing than ever to submit to those minds games now.

"You're not wrong. I.....I liked it. I didn't want it to stop." Grace replied. Those words seemed to flow out of her so naturally and easily.

"Jesus H Christ let's get to fucking this one right now. We don't need a written invitation." One of the men replied immediately.

"NO!" The stern voice of Jasmine Parks rang out then, stopping all the males dead in their tracks.

"The bitch is mine, and everything goes down exactly the way I say. 

I brought her here.

I invited all of you to participate in my private little show.

If you behave, then all four of you will get a nice little piece of lawyer pussy tonight. Agreed?"

All four men gave their assent in unison then.

"Oh god......" Grace gasped suddenly. It was all so surreal, but at least she had a number to deal with now. 

Four.

Aside from Jasmine there were four men present in that dark alley.

Four men who were intent on picking up where things had left off at the Valhalla Club earlier.

Grace even recognised at least one voice as belonging to one of the men from her 'Valhalla' experience.

"Want me to hit the lights?" one of them said. 

"Nah not just yet. Baby girl's gonna give us a strip show by flash-light before she gets to see us." Jasmine said before turning her attention to the trembling Grace.

"I'm sure you just heard how I protected you. How I stopped them from simply fucking you senseless just then."

"Yes..........th-thank-y."

"I don't need your thanks." Jasmine cut her off.

"Nothing happens to you till I say it does. You see it's like this. You aren't in your boys and girls rich club now. You're in a very bad situation and I'm afraid you're gonna have to fuck your way out of it. Understand?"

Grace's whole demeanour changed then. The situation had suddenly become far more real than she could have ever hoped for (or wanted).

"Oh god Jasmine.....Look I really am fucking scared now....don't let them hurt me...please you have to help. I didn't have to come here!"

"Bitch just don't even pull that shit....I am helping you. You're right about one thing though. You didn't have to come here, but you did. You wanted to feel scared and dirty and so I gave it to you. I made it all real, and it's up to you now to get yourself out of it."

"Oh jesus, I change my mind." Grace spat out in a panic.

"Far too late now honey." Jasmine smiled and then added. "Simply behaving like a whore isn't gonna be enough to get you out of this either. This is about as real as it gets."

Jasmine paused to light a cigarette. The flame from the lighter briefly illuminating her smiling face.

She took a long drag before exhaling. Pinched words were then tacked onto the end of that long exhalation.

"No...'acting' the part simply won't be enough for these boys. If you're gonna get out of this alley without anything more than a few bruises, then you'll have to give them all a night they'll never forget."

"What do you mean 'a few bruises'?" Grace replied with real fear in her voice.

"Oh nothing sinister," Jasmine continued, "It's just that I don't think any of these men are the gentle, romantic type. In fact I'd say a bruise or two is probably a given at this point. You know how it goes, those little round finger marks from big strong hands holding you down while someone fucks you...that kind of thing."

Jasmine paused then, seeming to almost laugh at her own private joke . "Oh that's right, you don't know how it goes yet do you!" The satisfaction in her voice was obvious now.

Jasmine stared hard at her then. She was just close enough so that Grace could make out the contours of her face. Her eyes seemed to be scanning her from head to toe. 

Every subtle movement and nuance was being observed and then noted almost like a poker player searching for some kind of 'tell'. 

It almost felt like she was being studied like some kind of lab experiment.

And then, a barely visible smile from Jasmine almost as if some kind of subtle answer had been received. 

"You just gave yourself away." Jasmine finally announced. Grace had no idea what she had apparently just seen, but she sounded very certain of her conclusion all the same. 

"I know you're scared as hell...you should be....but you're practically creaming your little panties at this very moment......aren't you."

Grace didn't answer. She became aware of her own rapid breathing and then the presence of that dull ache in her crotch and she knew, that somehow, Jasmine had been right.

"I know what's going on inside your head baby," she said softly before continuing, "What we did to you.....No...let me put it differently......What 'I' did to you in that club of yours just opened up a whole bunch of doors inside you didn't it." 

It was disturbing to Grace just how effortlessly she seemed to be reading her. It was as if her mind was transparent somehow. 

But it was even deeper than that...almost as if those thoughts had been put there by Jasmine herself.

"I....I..." Grace stammered. 

She didn't know what t say. Everything that Jasmine had said was true. She seemed to know things instinctively about her that nobody else knew.

She fell silent. 

Grace's lack of response clearly didn't go down at all well then.

"Oh for fuck's sake! Just keep the beam on her face will ya." Jasmine said sternly to one of the male silhouettes as she handed him the flash-light.

He immediately focussed the blinding beam of light back into Graces eyes. That momentary pause had given her only just enough time to verify that there were indeed four male shadows behind that beam of light.

Grace saw the darkened outline of Jasmine approach her. She just walked straight up to her then and, without missing a beat, reached behind her head and grabbed a fistful of hair.

"Spread your legs and don't you say a fucking word till I tell you to!" She was ordered.

Shaking, she used tiny steps to widen her stance while Jasmine held her head firmly in a vice-like grip. 

Grace's eyes widened as she leaned in close.

She paused, and puzzlingly seemed to sniff at Grace almost like a dog picking up a scent. 

And then, without warning, she made an abrupt downward movement with her free hand.

Grace whimpered and then bit down on her lower lip in shock when she felt Jasmine's right hand reach under her skirt and then drive up hard between her legs.

Her pelvis bucked involuntarily as she felt fingers suddenly grinding hard circles into the crotch of her panties.

A high pitched "huh" kind of sound immediately escaped her lips.

"Oh you're wearing something slutty under those clothes aren't you baby. I can feel it." Jasmine teased.

Grace just continued to whimper and moan in automatic reply.

Jasmine's unexpected touch felt wonderful but also somehow different. 

Grace couldn't place that difference at first. 

Those fingers continued to work her crotch in hard circles but only on the outside of her underwear. 

But despite that barrier, she still felt that touch intensely, almost as if she hadn't been wearing any underwear at all.

And Jasmine's fingers....her movements were fast and smooth and without a hint of friction.

Suddenly her mind put all those clues together and she figured out what Jasmine already knew. 




Valhalla Chronicles: Grace English



She had been soaking wet right from the start. 

The crotch of her French-cut panties already sodden and slick with her own juices long before any fingers had touched them.

Jasmine's fingers now effortlessly slid up and down that lubricated furrow of silk and lace.

Her touch revealing the kind of familiarity and skill with female flesh that would have brought any woman to her knees, (regardless of whatever her sexual orientation happened to be.)

Jasmine suddenly withdrew her fingers and examined them before thrusting them underneath Grace's nose.

"Tell me what you smell." Jasmine ordered.

"I......I can smell myself."

Jasmine seemed to grow impatient then. She thrust her hand up hard into Grace's crotch once more and began to virtually yell at her.

"I don't have time for this 'romance novel' bullshit!" She said as she vigorously worked her fingers into Grace for a few more seconds before stopping suddenly.

She tried to moan then only to feel Jasmine's wet fingers being thrust into her mouth.

"What do you taste on my fingers you dirty little bitch!"

Grace English seemed to suddenly 'get with the program' then and when the fingers were removed from her mouth, her answer suddenly became a lot more explicit.

"I can taste my wet little cunt on them." She panted.

"You see?.....She just needed the right motivation." Jasmine said to the men as she abruptly walked away from Grace and then stood beside them once more.

"Shit girl...how'd you know all that?" One of the men asked Jasmine.

"Know what?" she shot back.

"That she was gaggin for it and wetting herself like that?" 

"Oh that's simple." She paused for a few moments making sure Grace heard her next words clearly. "Because I used to be exactly like her. Hell I was even a school teacher before all of this."

To Grace here was something profound and almost comforting in those words.

"Unless you want a second business suit ruined in one night I suggest you start stripping for us right now Miss English. Oh and make sure you give the boys a good show." Jasmine instructed.

Grace didn't protest or say a word then, she simply reached down and began to slowly undo the buttons of her jacket.

Immediately that dirty, familiar feeling that she had first experienced only a couple of hours before returned. 

The accompanying knowledge of unseen eyes watching her. 

A sweet sense of corruption spreading over her and then oozing downward, all sticky and sweet like molasses. 

It was all about t happen again. That dirty and beautiful ordeal she had experienced for the first time earlier that night. Those new pathways inside her opening up once more. 

There was no denying that she was in much more danger now than ever before.

Just the very thought of that was setting her on fire.

The flash-light beam began to roam up and down her body almost like a spot-light as she moved. 

She wiggled just a little as she shrugged the jacket past her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. 

She stood for a moment in just her skirt and blouse and for the first time gave a faint little smile.

"You've been thinking about becoming a dirty girl for a long time haven't you." Jasmine said to her.

"Some nights it's all I think about." Grace replied nervously as she slowly pulled her white blouse free from the waist-band of her skirt.

It was then that a kind of subtle shift in Grace occurred as she became aware of the raw lust that was being directed at her from almost every direction.

"Slowly girl, do it nice and slow." One of the men instructed and she happily obeyed.

Searching eyes devoured her every move as she slowly undid each button on her blouse and then let it fall to the ground.

They were all greeted by the sight of her huge cleavage only barely being contained by a sheer push-up bra. The tiny over-burdened shoulder straps looked ready to snap at any moment.

Her sensitive and constantly erected nipples seemed to push and strain at the translucent fabric adding even more tension.

"Holy God!" One of the men exclaimed.

"Does that mean you like me?" Grace replied in a coy, almost girlish way.

For the first time she got a sense of her own power.

For the first time she knew that every man in that alley wanted her so very badly. 

Suddenly words began to form in her mind. Within seconds those words just seemed to roll out of her mouth with a natural ease.

"When each of you is fucking me, please just remember that I'm only small." She said in a fragile voice. She had chosen those words very deliberately then. She somehow knew that saying that would just stir them up even more, and that was okay by her.

She undid the waist-band of her skirt and then shimmied her hips in that sensual way until it fell to her ankles.

Grace now stood before them in that sexy black lingerie and push-up bra that she had made such a ritual of putting on earlier.

"Christ Jasmine, how the fuck did you pull this off?" One of the men finally spoke.

"Why so surprised?" Jasmine countered, "You think she's too good for all this or something?"

"Nah that's not it" the man added. "I recognise her is all. She's.....she was on the news a while back. I thought you were kiddin or something, but that's her alright, she's the one."

"I told you it was really her." One of the others said then. Grace recognised that voice. It was from one of the men from her Valhalla ordeal earlier.

"She's here cause she wants to be." Jasmine paused before adding. "Look I don't know why you're all so surprised, there's really no difference between a lawyer and a whore, both of them will fuck you for money."

"Good point." One of the men conceded.

"Alright, alright I can see how the concept might be a little too hard for you gentlemen to grasp, being as us women are so complex and all." Jasmine said condescendingly before switching her attention back to Grace.

"You had better spell it out for them honey. Tell them what do you want each of these fine young men to do to you over and over before the night is out?"

Grace's heart began to pound in her chest. She had stood there and listened to them talk about her like she had simply been a painting on a wall. 

She had felt almost detached from it all somehow, but she knew now that the next words out of her mouth would be the ones that would remove all doubt from the situation. They would be the words that would make it all real.

"Fuck me.......I want them to fuck me," her voice full of fear and desperation.

There was a very long silence then. Suddenly a couple of dim overhead lights flickered into life and for the first time Grace saw those men and where she actually was.

She recognised two of the men straight away. They had been two thirds of the team that had fucked her so vigorously at the Valhalla club earlier that night.

The other two were young and similarly athletic.

They all now stood in an old and dirty back-lot where the alley had opened out into a single square court-yard. 

The whole area was bordered on all sides by the walls of a few old and dilapidated apartment buildings.

Grime filled trash cans and steel recycling bins were arranged into clusters all around them.

It was just a shitty and forgotten space behind four old buildings that had now been turned into some kind of garbage depot.

"I hope you like it. I figured this place was the perfect setting for a slutty piece of trash like you to start her new life." Jasmine said with some satisfaction.

She walked slowly toward Grace then and whispered quietly into her ear. 

They were carefully chosen words that only Grace was intended to hear.

"Look, barring some kind of miracle I'd say you have about thirty seconds before these men start fucking the shit out of you."

Grace had no reply. There was no hint of enjoyment or even malice in Jasmine's delivery now either. The situation had clearly gotten way past that point. 

"Once they get the slightest sniff of pussy they won't care if you're moaning like a whore or crying out for help, they're just gonna keep fucking you just the same.....even I can't stop that now." 

Intense fear tore through Grace then as those words hit home and she realised that even Jasmine Parks was now powerless to control it all. 

"Please Jasmine....please say you'll help me if things get bad....this was kinda fun a few minutes ago but I'm just so fuckin scared now......I mean really scared."

Jasmine became a lot more intense and serious. With an almost sympathetic look she stared directly into Grace's eyes as she continued.

"Remember that this is what you wanted. I'm not gonna lie, I can't tell you how much pleasure it gave me to watch you turn yourself into a whore. It was just so easy."

"So this was all just about revenge for you?" Grace hissed back.

"Of course it was...at first." Jasmine paused in thought then. "But now it's about something very different. I didn't set this up to hurt you, you must understand that."

"Then what is it about?" 

Jasmine's answer was swift.

"It's about setting you free. It's about understanding that if you play this right, you'll control them. Look I know you're smart, I think everyone knows that, but you can't just talk your way out of this one now."

"Then please, just tell me what to do!" Grace pleaded then.

Jasmine seemed pleased at her reply.

"Be vocal.....lead them....be dirtier than they are and become the filthy little slut they want you to be. Believe it or not I kinda respect you for showing up after what I did to you earlier. That tells me that there's a big part of you that wants this real bad....so give them what they want, but take from them what you want too."

"Why are you even telling me this, why start helping me now?" It was a fair question, one that Jasmine already had an answer to.

"What I said before...well, it was true. I was a teacher. I worked hard and I tried to make a difference, but deep down I was lonely and dead inside. If you've been wondering how I figured you out so fast, well the answer is simple...I was exactly like you."

For the first time Jasmine gave her a genuine, honest smile as she said it.

She had just confessed something vitally important, something that had profound implications for Grace's own life too. 

The undeniable truth of what she had said. 

Jasmine had, in one sentence, cut to the heart of the matter. 

'I was exactly like you,'.......those five words just seem to reverberate back and forth across her mind.

Her own life had been hollow and meaningless. 

All the professional success she had achieved had never filled that growing void in her life. 

Only tonight, when she had been locked in the throes of passion and desire had she known what it was like to feel whole.

This dark and dangerous new existence had made her feel things she never knew possible.

The vanilla world of passionate love making and conventional sex would probably never be enough satisfy her now, not after everything she had experienced and felt tonight.

Grace began to think on Jasmine's advice and it really did make so much sense. 

She just needed to be dirtier and filthier than those four men, and she needed to establish that fact quickly. Once she had done that then maybe she could even take control of them.

The way to do that was frightening, but surprisingly simple. She could either wait for those men to do what-ever they wanted to her, or she could get in first and beat them to the punch.

Either way her thirty seconds was up and the time for thinking was over now.

So....like almost every other situation in her life, Grace decided to get in the first shot.

"Why don't you start by bending me over those dirty garbage bins. You can all take turns at fucking me." She announced nervously. Those words had sounded strange and almost alien to her as they came out of her own mouth...but...there was a dark anticipation that accompanied them too.

The four men just blinked and stared at each other in surprise before one of them finally took the lead.

"So little miss lawyer really has come to play!" One of the dark haired athletic men said. Grace recognised him right away as the second man who had fucked her during that vigorous 'double penetration' session at Valhalla.

"Well....I'm not a lawyer right now." Grace tried to reply playfully.

The man just smiled in an odd sort of way.

She felt a sudden surge of confidence when she saw him react with amusement and a hint of surprise.

'Oh shit its working....I really can control them!' It was more of a personal revelation than a fully formed thought.

To her own utter surprise, she now found herself feeling far from helpless, and thanks to Jasmine's advice, she even had a plan now.

She would use that situation and those men. She would take the lead and control them all for her own pleasure. She needed to be fearless and decisive to do it, but she would be the one pulling the strings not them.

At that very moment she understood why Jasmine had set this up. She understood her lesson. She resolved right then and there to show her just how deeply she understood it all now.

The next sentence out of her mouth threw all of the men off guard. Even Jasmine Parks almost tripped on her own heels. 

Grace just smiled as, for the first time in her life, she finally let the contents of her sexually repressed mind run free.

"Tell me......" She said to the man approaching her, ".......could you feel that other guy's big, hard dick inside my ass when you fucked my pussy? I bet you could. I bet it felt really nice."

She was talking directly to one of those men from her Valhalla experience. She recalled so vividly that moment when he had thrust inside her all the way in one stroke. 

She had only just lost her anal virginity then to another man, and he was still buried deep inside her at the time.

The shock and the mental overload of that moment. That dirty rush of adrenaline as a second cock entered her body.

"Bitch that is the nastiest shit I've ever heard come out of the mouth of any woman!" He said, clearly taken back by what she had said.

"But you could feel it inside me couldn't you....." Grace pressed. "I really want to know."

"Yeah lady. It felt like there was a party was going on in there. I also seem to remember you loving every second of that shit."

Grace was able to smile in triumph at the stunned Jasmine Parks for only a split second before the man spun her around and pushed her forward. Moments later her upper body was bent over and then sprawled face down across the cold metal top of a small garbage dumpster.

A raw, sickly sweet sensation grew in the pit of her stomach as fear mixed with excitement. 

And then......a strange, random memory from childhood flashed into Grace's mind quite suddenly.

It was odd and out of place and she couldn't understand why, of all the memories in her life, her mind had decided to resurrect that one at that moment. 

The recollection of a scared, seven year-old little girl waiting nervously for her big moment.

Mere seconds from stepping on-stage in her second grade nativity play. She had played the part of Mary.

She recalled how that tiny little girl had been so sick with nerves that she had wanted to throw up.

Thoughts of running away had flashed through the mind of little Grace then, but that's not what had happened.

That brave little girl had walked on-stage in front of hundreds of people as if it had been nothing. 

She had felt a sense of happiness and validation that she had never known before when it was all over. 

They had all stood up and applauded at the end of that play. It was the greatest moment of a very young girl's life.

It was a feeling that grace had tried so hard to replicate over and over during her adult life.

Nothing else had come close to that moment until tonight.

When all those people in the Valhalla reception room had cheered and applauded for her earlier, it had been one of the happiest moments of her adult life.

It was as if she had somehow become that little seven year old Grace one more time. 

Twenty-five years later the now thirty-two year old Grace once more felt like throwing up as the fear and excitement of what she was doing became almost too much to bear. 

A delicious feeling of stage fright mixed with a very real sense of danger.

It was now the second time that night that she had felt like that.

Her high-heeled shoes only barely touched the ground. 

She struggled to keep her balance as the man behind her began to kick her feet apart even further.

A collection of simple sensations flooded her brain then.

Every movement seemed to be drawn out and perceived with a blinding intensity. 

It was almost as if she was watching everything happening in front of her on a high definition screen with the colour turned up way too high.

Each second stretching out as if time itself had begun to slow down.

Senses becoming aware of things she had never noticed before.

The smell of fresh rain. 

The cold water on top of the dumpster soaking through her bra. 

The friction of that rusty metal against her skin being slowly lubricated, and then made smooth by water and dirt.

There was beauty in it all. 

The raw lust that she felt in her soul suddenly made everything around her make sense. 

It was all so perfect.

This was what she had dreamed about for so long but never had the courage to do something about.

There wasn't going to be any half naked 'Calvin Klein' models making love to her on a bed of pristine silk sheets....no...her soul had craved something darker than that.

Instead, she was about to get fucked hard, in a dirty, dark alley by four strong men. She would be their little play-thing for the evening and Jasmine Parks would no doubt get off on watching her suffer.

At least, Grace hoped she would. It was the very least she could do for Jasmine.

"Are you gonna touch yourself while they fuck me?" Grace suddenly asked Jasmine as she looked up.

Jasmine Parks didn't reply at first. She seemed stunned by the sheer audacity of the question. Moments later she gave Grace a knowing smile.

"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you."

"Uh-huh." Grace could only rasp back then. She was becoming more aware by the second that the man behind her was simply priming himself to enter her now.

"Watching you get violated by these four animals will be all the pleasure I'm going to need for now honey......and believe me.....it will most definitely give me pleasure."

"Hey who are you calling an animal!" One of the men protested.

"Figure of speech.......don't get your panties in a bunch over it." Jasmine replied with a smile.

Grace saw her give a small nod then to one of the men and only moments later she felt his strong hands yank her panties harshly to one side. 

The feeling of cold air against her skin soon followed as impatient fingers eased apart the flesh of her rump and then spread her labia apart. 

Jasmine's tough exterior seemed to be slipping then. Some of the fire and venom in her eyes had left and the beginnings of arousal were clearly starting to show.

To a woman like Jasmine, sex was apparently just a source of income and a means of controlling others. Enjoying her job didn't appear to be an option. But there was a definite change in her now and Grace could sense it. 

That dull little 'suit-rack' of a woman that Jasmine had controlled so easily only a couple of hours before was clearly learning and transforming before her eyes at an alarming rate. She had heeded her advice and at least tried to control those men and that was a promising start.

Grace saw the face of Jasmine Parks loom into view in front of her own as she crouched down in front of her. She stared directly into her eyes.




Valhalla Chronicles: Grace English



"Good girl you're learning fast." She whispered to her then.

Grace immediately reached out and grabbed Jasmine's hand tightly. Their fingers entwined as she began to lose herself inside the softening gaze of her beautiful tormentor. 

Jasmine said nothing, she just stared back intensely as if trying to soak up every thought, feeling and emotion that she saw.

Grace's eyes blinked and then shut tightly as she felt the first tentative push against her. 

Jasmine suddenly reached out with her free hand and then slapped Grace hard across the face. 

Her eyes flashed open in shock as Jasmine began to speak.

"NO!........No baby girl. Don't shut them....keep those pretty eyes on mine...share it with me."

Something intense and indefinable was exchanged between the two women then. Grace continued to lose herself in the deep blue of Jasmine's eyes as she stared on wildly.

Her mouth opened wide and a high pitched howl emerged from somewhere deep inside.

The head of a very large and very rigid cock had just penetrated her, and now inch after inch of male flesh was slowly invading her.

Dirty........Degrading......But electrifying too.

"Oh fuck girl that is so hot. I see it all in your eyes. They just get wider with every fucking inch." Jasmine said as she continued to hold her gaze.

A sickly sweet and undeniably dirty feeling erupted inside her when she felt his pelvis slap into her rump. 

Before she even knew it he had sunk deep inside her all the way to the base of his balls and that knowledge suddenly made her feel like screaming.

"OHH FUUUUCCK.........OHH GAWD" Grace howled and then shook.

Her mind just seemed to be swimming with a thousand different thoughts and desires at that moment. Vivid fantasies of her own violation and submission at the hands of Jasmine and those men. Dreams and reality blending into one. 

A vision of how all of this must have looked suddenly flashed through her almost like an out of body experience.

A dirty whore in slutty lingerie bent over a filthy trash dumpster in a dirty and dark alley. A man standing behind her with his massive cock buried so very deep inside her. 

A beautiful blonde woman in a red dress standing there accompanied by three more strong men. All of them watching with undisguised lust in their eyes.

It was a beautiful vision made all the more shocking by the simple fact that this was no mere fantasy. It was all very very real and it was all happening to her right now.

"He's gonna start fucking you real hard now baby....would you like that?" Jasmine said calmly.

"Y-yes.....ohh...oh ffuuuck.......YESSS......." Grace just seemed to hiss and stammer then.

Grace looked up then and realised that Jasmine had moved from her position in front of her and was now standing next to the man behind her.

She heard a soft whisper as she spoke to him and his response was little more than a grunt. It was an odd sound, almost a laugh tinged with aggression.

"One of you had better get in front of her and hold her steady...this is gonna get kinda vigorous." The man behind her instructed.

Within moments Grace felt a strong pair of hands push her body down firmly onto the dumpster.

She felt the man behind her thrust his pelvis backward, creating a void inside her where his massive cock had been only moments earlier. Her body tensed up in anticipation as she waited for him to slam all of his manhood back into her in one savage movement.

But.......that didn't happen. 

Instead she felt the cold night air begin to fill the void inside her. 

He had unexpectedly slid his cock all the way out of her leaving her stretched little hole open and exposed.

"Let's just leave her here like this." The man behind her said with a very apparent satisfaction.

"N-no......please. Don't do that. Please just fuck me." Grace pleaded. She was all too aware that she wasn't following Jasmine's advice very well then. Those men had control of her now, but that didn't mean she couldn't get it back. 

For now however, it was her own desperation that was dictating her actions more than anything else.

Of course, it had all been just a cruel trick. Those men had just wanted to hear her beg, and she had all too willingly obliged them.

Without warning he thrust his cock into her soaking wet hole all the way with a force that was almost brutal. 

Her body bucked as a shockwave travelled through her flesh and then ended in an almost obscene 'smack', as the sound of skin on skin echoed off the brick walls surrounding them.

That sound then repeated over and over as he began to fuck her hard and fast as she lay there bent over that metal dumpster.

Strong hands bracing her and holding her down as the speed began to pick up.

A vaginal pounding of epic proportions. 

Her body seemed to go into a kind of overload then. Confused emotions and wild thoughts

She wasn't sure what she was feeling or even where it was coming from any more.

Arousal.......Fear.......Adrenaline.

New nerve endings being tripped and unexpected pleasure centres lighting up automatically.

Something totally unprecedented happened to Grace then. 

Something she never thought possible. It happened instantly and without warning, and as it tore through her, a loud scream erupted from her throat.

An immediate and crashing orgasm.

A climax that was shocking for a few reasons. 

For one, she had never come so fast before, not even earlier at Valhalla. With Grace her climaxes always took time, but that was changing it now seemed.

Also, it was now the second time that night she had come without any accompanying clitoral stimulation at all. Apparently, if Grace was treated a certain way, then all bets were off, and anything was possible.

Wave after wave. Multiple contractions pulsing through her body as the man behind her continued to move and thrust.

"Shit did she just.........." One of the men commented.

"Yeah she did...real hard...." Jasmine continued "and....I'm pretty sure the little whore is still coming."

Jasmine was right. A series of massive orgasms were still firing off inside her.

Even when that feeling began to subside, her body still burned with arousal and carnal pleasure.

Every deep thrust into her just seemed to enflame her desires more and she knew that a second powerful series would surely hit her very hard and very soon.

"Christ she's about to go off again and it ain't even been a minute yet.....shit I think I just found my next ex-wife." One of the other men commented.

"Sorry......but she's not up for grabs.....I have big plans for little Grace here." Jasmine said calmly. 

She walked slowly back to the front of the dumpster then and once more crouched down.

She smiled.

It was a genuine and almost contented look that bore no hint of malice or anger.

She carefully grabbed a handful of Grace's auburn hair and gently lifted her head until their eyes met once more.

Grace struggled to hold that gaze and lock onto the deep blue eyes of Jasmine Parks but no matter how hard she tired she kept losing that link.

The man behind her was picking up the pace and ferocity of his thrusts. 

Every few seconds her body would jolt and shudder and her vision would blur just long enough to lose that connection.

Each time it took Grace a few moments to find those blue eyes once again, only to be rocked and shuddered by another massive thrust.

Jasmine spoke softly and directly to Grace then. Words that only the two of them shared.

"After they've all done with you, you're coming home with me tonight. I mean, that's what you've been hoping for all along isn't it?" 

Jasmine thought for a moment before adding, "It's just so fuckin obvious......how desperate you are to finally try out all those dirty lesbo fantasies. You want that real bad don't you baby."

"Oh fuck yes!" Grace somehow managed to hiss between thrusts.

"Bring the pace down a little, there's something I have to discuss with her....okay?"

"You're the boss." The man replied before slowing his movements and grinding his pelvis in circles.

"Do you wanna maybe share the big secret with us." One of the other men said then.

"Just be patient......my little Grace is gonna be a good girl and take all of you soon enough...aren't you honey." Jasmine replied.

"Uh-huh." Grace rasped.

Jasmine's attention once more turned to her. She began to whisper in a low sensuous tone that was almost hypnotic.

"Jasmine's gonna be so good to you. Every day she's gonna make sure that her little pet gets fucked by the all the wrong kinds of men. The ones that know how to treat a woman like you. Would you like that?"

"Oh god Jasmine..I want it all so fuckin bad now." Grace gasped back.

Jasmine just smiled before elaborating.

"And.....in return, Grace is gonna take good care of her beautiful new girl-friend." Jasmine paused briefly.

"She's gonna buy her beautiful clothes, she's gonna spend so much money on her."

"Oh fuck...yes....anything!" Grace spat. Jasmine only continued.

"And when we finally do make love, you won't be able to tell where you stop and I begin. Everything you are, and everything you're ever gonna be, is mine now."

Grace couldn't think at all then. Jasmine's words sounded so alluring and beautiful and she found herself suddenly longing for all those things to become reality.

"Oh god yes." Was the only reply she could think of.

"You know I can see how impatient they're getting." Jasmine said playfully.

"Any moment it's gonna get too much and someone's gonna start fucking you even harder than before."

"I want them to" Grace replied.

" She needs a fresh new cock to start fucking her good and hard...So who's up for it?" Jasmine announced.

Immediately one of the others stepped forward. A young, athletic looking man who had loosened his belt and was already stroking a large, rigid cock.

As the first man withdrew he simply stepped in without a word and thrust into Grace powerfully. Without even so much as a pause he began to jack-hammer into her.

She just howled then. 

Jasmine was still crouched down in front of Grace. She still had a fist full of her hair clasped tightly in her left hand and she used that purchase to keep her head up so their eyes met at the same level.

Grace suddenly saw the cold blue eyes of Jasmine Parks change then. She saw a wild, frantic desperation that made her look vulnerable and almost innocent.

Only then did she look down to see that Jasmine's skirt had been yanked up and her right hand was furiously massaging her crotch.

"Oh jesus." Grace could only hiss in response as the two woman just stared wildly at each other.

The fresh new man behind Grace began to fuck her so very hard and fast then. 

A high pitched and constant "AAAAHH" sound was starting to build in the back of her throat. 

That frantic, continuous cry took on a peculiar vibrato rhythm as the shuddering impact of each thrust interrupted her vocal cords. The end result was a loud and raspy "AAAHN, AAAHN, AAAHN" cry that echoed off the brick walls surrounding them.

Despite all of this, the analytical mind of Grace English was still very much alive and active at that moment. She knew what was happening, and she knew what Jasmine was doing too, but she really just didn't care anymore. 

She wanted to feel like this forever now. 

All she wanted to do was just surrender to it all. 

Was that so wrong?

I mean what did it really matter what anyone else thought? It was her life and whatever she did with it was her business.

"I'm yours now....aaahn...oh fuck...aaahn...all of me." Grace suddenly breathed at Jasmine between thrusts.

Jasmine smiled back at her genuinely. The hand furiously working her own crotch was clearly starting to affect her. Her striking blue eyes now open wide, and her pupils dilated with unchecked lust.

Their lips met at that moment. Both of them locked in a desperate kiss that ignited primal hormones and base emotions.

Wet tongues stabbed passionately at each other.

The eyes of Grace English began to roll back until each iris was almost hidden, a primal reaction she had no control over.

Her cries now muffled by that deep wet kiss and for the first time accompanied by Jasmine's own strangled moans.

Suddenly and violently, both women came at that same precise moment.

Grace bucked insanely as she suffered a beautiful orgasm that was unlike any other before.

Jasmine shuddered and cried out in response. She tried desperately to hold that deep kiss just a little longer, but had to break away as a second and much louder cry erupted from her.

The usually very controlled and imposing Jasmine Parks sank to her knees then. She reached out with both hands toward the pavement as she checked her fall. 

She had quickly and unexpectedly found herself on all fours on that cold concrete as she continued to shake. 

That massive orgasm, and the confusing feelings that had accompanied it had taken her totally by surprise.

All four men just stared blankly then.

"Shit Jasmine that was fuckin hot and all.....but I'm a little confused now".....one of them continued. "I mean isn't your policy always 'hands off' unless there's a shitload of money involved?"

There was no reply from Jasmine.

"What just happened seems damn fuckin obvious to me," one of the others replied.

"Oh yeah? Enlighten us," another man countered. This time it was one of the men who had been at the Valhalla club.

"Well, it seems to me that there's something about all this that's finally struck a chord with our Jasmine. Hell I'm going out on a limb here, but I'd even say she got rather jealous of all that special treatment we gave her friend."

"Maybe she's got a cute little 'girl-crush' on Grace here."

"Not fucking likely, Jasmine's practically bullet proof. There's no getting past that force-field" another added.

One of them approached Jasmine then. He was one of the last two that hadn't had their turn with Grace yet. 

He seemed to almost study her as she continued to shake on her hands and knees.

"No he's right," he declared before adding "I didn't think it was possible, but there's something about all this that's really gotten under her skin."

"Are you all done talking about me?" Jasmine replied sharply.

"No not really" He replied sounding more than a little smug.

"Well there are two of you still to come right?" She shot back.

"Yeah, me and Josh."

Jasmine hadn't moved from her spot on that cold concrete yet. Her breathing was still rapid and her words were tinged with a raw emotion.

"Well, one of you had better start fucking Grace right now then." 

She seemed to stop in thought for a moment as if considering her next words. In a strange kind of way she almost looked nervous, which in itself was almost unheard of for Jasmine Parks.

"And..............." that one word just hung in the air for the longest time before Jasmine finally completed her sentence with a visible effort. "maybe whoever is left had better start fucking me too."

"I knew it!....I fucking knew it!...So Jasmine Parks is human after-all." One of the men shouted in delight.

Grace could barely believe what she was seeing and hearing.

Jasmine has just given away virtually all control of the situation with that one request.

'Why would she do that, and why now....christ she had total control of those men!' 

Grace really did struggle with that question. 

Those men seemed to pull away just a little then. They began to talk amongst themselves as Grace still lay across that metal dumpster and Jasmine stayed rooted to that spot on the concrete.

To Grace it looked like she was still struggling with her own decision.

"Get up Jasmine." She heard one of the men say. His tone was nothing like it had been before. It was harsh and unyielding. His words had not been a request, but a command.

Jasmine slowly rose from the concrete.

"Now face us."

Her eyes burned with intense feeling as she turned and stared, not just at those men, but at Grace too.

"Now strip for us just like your girlfriend did, and do it slowly." one of them instructed her.

Jasmine began to fidget with the zipper at the back of her tight red dress, and once it was down she started to slowly shimmy out of that tight outfit. 

Her movements were efficient and yet still sensual, a clear indication that the act of undressing in front of others was something she was very familiar with.

"Oh wow." A voice suddenly commented then, and to everyone's surprise it had been Grace English who said it.

Jasmine Parks now stood before them dressed in nothing but heels, a tight lace thong and a skimpy matching bra. Grace noticed right away that her shoes, and even her lingerie had matched the colour and shade of her red dress almost exactly. 

That one detail alone betrayed a pride in her appearance and the kind of attention to detail that Grace identified with immediately.

She had the toned legs and mid-section of a dancer. Her pert breasts were a little smaller than Grace's but they were naturally firm. Through the thin red lace of her tiny bra she could see Jasmine's stiff little nipples protruding from tiny pink areole that were no larger than the size of a quarter.

She could almost understand now why Jasmine had chosen her current profession. Most men would've probably paid a small ransom for one night with a woman like that.

Only one of those men in that alley had been given a name that Grace had actually heard. 

Josh. 

It was Josh that spoke firmly to Jasmine now.

"I'm sure you've noticed that there's plenty of space next to Grace on that dumpster."

"To tell you the truth, I was kinda hoping you'd say that." Jasmine replied with a hint of rising excitement in her voice.

"Yeah we figured that would pop your cork," one of the others added.

"So let me guess, one of you is about to grab me and hold me down next to her?" Jasmine replied.

"Was that a request?" A male voice answered.

There was no reply.

With a terrifying suddenness Grace felt large strong hands pushing down on her once more. A careful hand turned her head to the left and then placed gentle pressure until her right check was pressed up firmly against the cold metal.

She was effectively bent over and pinned once more. Her only view now was of the empty space next to her.

It soon became apparent why those men and arranged her in such a way. The startled and wild eyes of Jasmine Parks dominated her field of vision when moments later, she was bent over that same dumpster to the left Grace. The two women were so close that their hips and thighs brushed each other.

A large strong hand had carefully turned jasmine's head to the right in much the same way that Grace's head and been turned. The end result being that the two women could see each other's face, but very little else.

"Shit...that looks kinda romantic don't cha think?" one of the men commented.

"Hell yeah, it's almost beautiful," another replied and then added, "Let's see if we can fan those flames of romance just a little for them."

Without the slightest warning Grace saw Jasmine's entire body shudder violently. Her eyes flashed wide in startled shock and her mouth opened wide.

"Ohhhhhhh Fuuuuuuckkkkk!" Jasmine howled only inches away from Graces face.

One of those men had entered her with one brutal, blinding stroke and had now begun to pound into her with force.

None of that cold control that Jasmine had showed earlier was present in her eyes then. All she could see in them was desperation and lust.

"Shit that pussy feels so fuckin good." The man pounding into Jasmine grunted. She recognised that voice as coming from the man they had called 'Josh'.

Grace just stared back into those wild, shuddering blue eyes. Something that Jasmine had said to her earlier instantly struck a chord with her then, and she found herself effortlessly repeating those words.