“I’ll be busy acclimating Frances to our family, Sloan, so I’m leaving it up to you to keep an eye on him.
I want this girl to feel welcomed into our family, and if Kyle feels dejected because of her presence, I do not want her or Liam to know about it.
Kyle will eventually work through his feelings.”
Cynthia thought about her insecure youngest son, who always tried so hard to make a place for himself.
“I hope,” she added.
Chapter VI
Kyle drove west across the endless plains for a few days until he found the neon lights of the Las Vegas casinos.
There were security cameras everywhere, and the added excitement of eluding discovery was exciting.
He had traveled the whole way with the top down, enjoying the freedom.
On the way home it would be up, and he would be enjoying a different kind of pleasure.
It was surprisingly easy to find the girl he had wanted, and Kyle studied the young server, careful to tip outrageously so that she would keep bringing his drinks to the slot machine.
“Wow, is that color for real?” he grinned, slipping his fingers through the copper waves.
She laughed and said, “Yes sir.
I was called ‘Rusty’ in high school for so many years, I don’t think my friends even knew my real name.
Thank god I didn’t get the freckles like my dad has.”
She wrinkled her nose.
On her next travel through the maze of chiming machines, Kyle asked, “So, Rusty, what is your real name?”
Her hair was hiding her nametag.
She looked around to make sure she was not overheard.
“Edna,” she whispered.
“But in Vegas, they just call me…” she moved her hair and showed him the tag.
Kyle rolled his eyes and laughed.
“Rusty?”
The girl shrugged.
“Seriously, which would
you
prefer?”
It was easy to flirt with the girl until her shift was over.
“This is it for me.
Do you want a last round before shift change?”
“How about some coffee, afterwards?
I’m about beered out.
I’ve only been drinking so many to get you to come back,” he grinned.
In realty, as soon as the girl was out of sight, Kyle had been emptying most of the bottles into other cups near him that had been abandoned by their gamblers.
“Sorry, not allowed.
They’ll fire us if we try to go after their customers,” Rusty replied.
“I could happen to meet you someplace off the strip,” Kyle suggested.
By the second night, Rusty was taking the strip bus and meeting him at the lot near Freemont.
The fifth night, Kyle had rented a room at an off-strip hotel and Rusty was joining him there.
She was a true redhead with very few blemishes marring her skin.
She even had a tan, which surprised him.
Rusty said she had such a mixed up ancestry, she had no idea how she ended up with blue eyes, copper hair, a darker complexion, and a fantastic figure.
She was five-six and everything was natural, from her hair to her boobs.
Rusty had a voracious sexual appetite, though she had complained when Kyle got a little ‘kinky’, and she drew the line at performing oral sex.
On his second attempt to push her head onto his rod, she flashed her eyes at him angrily.
“I told you, Kyle.
I’m not into that.
It’s pussy or nothing with me.”
She stood to get dressed and leave.
“Sorry… sorry.
Hey look, I thought you were just bullshitting me because we just met.
If you really don’t do blowjobs, that hot pussy is fine enough for me.”
Got to get your mind straightened out about that one, Rusty.
“You’re sure?
I don’t want to have to keep arguing about this,” she announced.
“I already told you, no problem.
Have you thought about what I said?” Kyle asked.
“I’m still thinking about it.
You’re sure you can get me on stage?”
Edna had been in Las Vegas for over a year.
It had never occurred to her that her redhead bombshell good looks meant nothing… were almost commonplace… in the strippers’ paradise.
Most nights killing her feet working the floor at the casino did not even earn her as much as she made at the boobs and butts place where she had worked back home.
“You want to talk to Daryl?
He manages the dancers.
I sent that picture we snapped from my phone, and he thinks they’re crazy for not putting you on center stage.
Atlanta pays almost as good as Vegas, with all of the sports’ teams,” Kyle baited.
“And I can stay with you until I catch up, right?
I mean, I’ll be throwing my deposits on the apartment as well as my job out here,” Rusty reminded him.
“I already told you.
I’ll get hold of the movers and have your stuff put in storage, and then have it shipped out when you get settled.”
Kyle wrapped his arms around her from behind, and strummed her strawberry nipples with his thumbs.
“Come on, Rusty.
You’re killing me.
I’ve already extended my trip twice to get you to come back with me.”
“You’ll still give me two grand to buy new clothes when I get there?
I mean, the styles are different and I have no idea what the weather is like.”
For gods’ sakes, it’s Atlanta, stupid.
The weather is hot, and for girls like you, the styles are just as trashy as what you already have
.
“Mmmm,” he murmured in her ear.
Kyle reached into his pocket for the roll of bills he had separated.
“Here… good faith, Rusty.
I trust you.”
While Kyle nuzzled her neck, Rusty counted out the money.
All two thousand dollars was there, and it sealed the deal.
While she was at work, Kyle called a back street moving company.
He met with the owner and handed him the keys to Rusty’s apartment and five hundred dollars.
“Two months are paid up, and I don’t give a shit what you do with the stuff inside it.”
“Bitch must have pissed you off real good,” the man said.
“The bitch just found a guy so old that he’s got one foot in the grave, and better luck on the card tables than I have,” Kyle replied.
Rusty complained when Kyle stopped them at an off-brand motel the first night of their journey.
She complained about eating at the restaurant buffet, and withheld sex as an indication of her displeasure about the trip so far… especially when Kyle refused to explain the sudden change from his lavish spending in Las Vegas.
Just before dawn, Kyle slid the needle into her ass, and after minor bitching before she passed out, he began applying the restraints.
He tightened the cuffs between her ankles and wrists.
Even so, her knees would have to rest on the passenger seat floor to leave enough room to close the door.
There was little resistance from her slack jaw when he pushed the ring gag behind her teeth.
Rusty would be an expert at blowjobs by the time they reached the estate.
As a final treat, he shoved a large dual dildo up her cunt and virgin ass that had a remote controlled vibrator resting on her clit.
Kyle was determined to make up for the disappointing flower he had presented to his mother last time.
Edna awoke to the sound of the car rolling down the highway.
She was kneeling on the floor, naked beneath a blanket, with her arms and legs painfully bound behind her.
“Eeee,” she shrieked angrily.
Oh god, what has he put inside of me?
She had a horrible cramping in her bowels from the agonizing rod stuck in her bottom.
My mouth.
She rolled her tongue around the metal ring holding her jaws open to an excruciating degree.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Kyle replied.
He had tied her shins to her thighs to keep her from moving around too much.
His fingers dug through her thick hair and he pulled her head off his lap to look down at her.
“You are one worthless, stupid, bitchy, cunt, Rusty.
That’s what I like about redheads.”
Rusty’s eyes widened, and her emotions by-passed her usual anger and shot straight to fear when she saw the way he glared at her.
He unzipped his jeans, and the huge cock that had given her pussy so much pleasure bounced off her cheek.
“Eeee… eeese,” she screamed, and tears splashed onto Kyle’s thigh.
No.
Please don’t make me do that.
She smelled his sex and thought about him pushing himself between her stretched lips.
“Now, this is the deal, Rusty.”
Kyle triggered the remote, and she felt the vibrator buzz on her clit and the two rods begin to undulate inside of her.
He listened to her gasping and groans for a moment, and then he said, “You’re going to suck me until I cum, and then we switch the toy off until I’m ready again.”
He centered the ring around his cock and pushed down on her head until he hit the back of her throat.
She made a few retching heaves that felt damn good against his shaft, and then nothing except sobbing.
Edna thought about Las Vegas and the few friends who knew she was leaving.
She had been careful, because if she had said too much the casino would have fired her.
Everyone thought she was dating a bartender from another club.
She had called him Michael, and said that he was from New York.
She had done a proficient job of leaving no trace of herself when she left.
Her muscles were already raw and aching from the circulating rods and the penis pushing insistently in her mouth… “Aaah… oh, eese…,” the first climax hit with surprising intensity, and she immediately felt the sensation building again.
It took fifteen minutes before Kyle felt the first hesitant swipe of her tongue, a retch, and a minor effort of sucking.
Meanwhile, the dildos kept torturing her insides and she was approaching another climax from the vibrator.
By evening at the rest stop, Rusty had cum saturating her cheeks from where it managed to leak out around the gag.
Most of it was swallowed in retching response, and she had lost count after the fifth time they had gone through the experience.
His softened cock was still in her mouth, and her eyes were closed in exhaustion while the dildos remained quiet.
She was scared to swallow or inhale too deeply and elicit the hardening thickening of the rod in her mouth.
The bastard was on the phone, and she muffled a shriek for help around the gag and his shaft.
She felt the stirring in her cheeks and began to wail when the remote was turned on again.
Cynthia told Kyle about Liam’s little angel, and she warned him about making fun of his twin.
“Kyle, it will happen to you some day.
Now, you will greet your new sister-in-law with politeness.
Frances is not a flower; she is your brother’s angel.”
“Yes, mother.
Damn, Liam in love?
What a bitch.
I feel sorry for the poor bastard.”
“Kyle,” Cynthia reprimanded.
“You talk to your father if you think Liam has something to feel bad about.”
“God, mother, that’s not what I meant.
I mean, you and father are different.
You… I don’t know… compliment each other, I guess.
You make each other better.”
“And that is just what Frances is going to do for your brother, Kyle.
We should wish them both the happiness that Alexander and I share,” Cynthia said.
She knew that Kyle would feel a slight loss at having to share his twin with the girl.
The twins would have to work it out with Frances, somehow.
Kyle hung up and wrapped his hands in Rusty’s hair, jerking and angrily thrusting deeper down her throat.
“You feel that?” he gritted out.
“That’s tomorrow, Rusty.
Tomorrow you take me all the way down.”
He leaned the seats back slightly, and pulled her onto her back and further onto his lap so that her legs could rest on the seat.
The shifter stuck into the small of her back just above where her wrists were secured to her ankles, and the entire position was painful.
Due to the extreme bindings, her thighs were spread, and Kyle tossed off the blanket and stared at her sopping wet pussy.
He gripped her opened jaw, stared into her terrified eyes, and he flipped the switch to the remote again.
He glanced once at her belly and saw the monsters rolling around inside her while the vibrator buzzed.
“You fucking cunt, open your eyes,” he demanded.
Rusty forced herself to stare into the sadistic green glare, while she sobbed her climax through the metal ring holding her jaws open.
They left after Kyle had a few hours’ sleep, and just as he had promised, he was forcing himself fully down her throat by the time they pulled into the estate driveway in the late afternoon.
Predictably, Sloan was waiting, but Daryl joined him soon after.
Daryl lifted the blanket off the kneeling girl and studied her predicament.
“How long have you been keeping her like that?”
“Almost since Vegas,” Kyle replied proudly.
Sloan folded his arms across his chest.
“You’re lucky mother’s been keeping busy with Orchid, or she’d be pissed off at how tired this redhead’s going to be.”