Tammy’s lips curl in disgust. “Fuck that pink-haired bitch. Why do you fucking men make such a fuss over her? She’s a whiny little slut who thinks she’s better than the rest of us.”
Yanking her wrists from my grasp, she reaches in with her right hand and cups me between my legs. “I can make you feel better than she ever could,” she says, her palm massaging along my soft length. “I can make you forget about this place, just for a little while.”
“Where. Is. Boo?” I ask through clenched teeth.
She continues to massage my cock, but she’s not getting anywhere. I’d rather fuck a rusty stump grinder than put my dick anywhere near her.
“If I tell you, what will you do for me?” Reaching in with her other hand once more, she unbuckles my belt as she speaks, her eyes cast up to look at me from beneath her fake lashes.
My mind races. Maybe she has the key. Maybe if I do this, she’ll unlock the door and I could make a run for it. Lock Tammy in this room and sneak out before anyone even notices I’m gone. But could I? I can barely stand, let alone run. And what about Boo? I can’t just leave her here. I can’t escape without her.
Or I could play along, get some information out of her. Maybe even talk her into helping me get out of here.
Battling back the bile brewing in my gut, I force a grin, my split lips stretching wide as I pull my belt through the loops of my jeans and open my fly. Tammy grins, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she pulls my cock free.
“You gonna fuck me, Preacher?”
“Where’s Boo?” I ask again, my voice softer this time.
Tammy strokes my length, her thumb skimming over the top, trying to get me hard. It’s not working. “Do you know that none of the guys here can make me come?” she says instead, not answering my question. “I’ve only ever came when I touch myself. Can you make me come, Preacher?”
This evil bitch is sick, but I need to know about Boo. I need to know if she’s okay, and if she made that call to Judge.
Finally, shoving my disgust down into the deepest depths of my stomach, I reach through the bars and roll her nipple between my fingers, giving it a light pinch. “Tell me where she is,” I whisper.
Tammy’s head rolls back and she moans. “Make me come, and I’ll tell you.”
I may have been a priest back in the day, but I’m no virgin. I’m also not one of those guys who can just fuck any old bitch with a pussy. Sex, to me, is more than just an itch to scratch. It’s a meeting of two souls. A connection. Tammy is the last woman on earth I’d ever want to be connected to.
But she could be my only hope.
I drop my hand, trailing my fingertips along her belly, then down through her thick curls and into the wet center between her thighs. I shove my actions from my mind and slide my finger through her folds, pausing to rub her swollen nub.
Tammy’s body trembles, and she squeezes my cock a bit tighter as she continues to stroke me. I’m still not growing any harder. Possibly because I may have to cut this entire hand off after touching her nasty cunt.
“Keep going,” she insists, her hands releasing me and coming up to rest on my shoulders.
I continue to rub her, the pad of my thumb rolling around her clit as I force my brain to disconnect from this vile act.
Don’t think about it, dude. Just get her off and find out where Boo is.
Tammy’s fingers dig into my shoulders as she rocks her hips, grinding her clit into my hand. “Put your finger inside me.”
I do as she tells me, wanting nothing more than to get this over with. Tammy gasps, her hips rocking faster, her moans growing louder with each thrust against my hand.
“What the fuck?”
Tammy jumps back and whips around as Big Dick enters my field of view, his brow furrowed as he takes in the scene.
“Big Dick,” Tammy gasps, her hands coming up to cover her tiny tits. “I was just…” She stops talking. How is she going to explain this?
“Put your fucking clothes on,” Big Dicks snarls, bending down to grab her skirt from the floor and tossing it at her.
“I was just trying to get some information from him,” she says, her words hurried as she rushes to get dressed. “I was trying to help.”
“We don’t need more information from him, you dumb bitch. We know what we need to know.” He grabs her arm and yanks her toward him. “Who the fuck gave you permission to be in here?”
Tammy’s fear hangs in the air like a storm cloud, growing heavier by the second. “Nobody. I…”