Necromantic by Rick Gualtieri, Cole Vance Read Free Book Online Page B

was like a dirty slut who had just been used. It was marvelous.
    He pressed up against me again and I felt his rapidly deflating cock push between my ass cheeks.
    “This is all you get,” he gasped, rubbing himself clean against me.
    The euphoria of being screwed was starting to wear off and I found myself struggling not to roll my eyes at his dominant male shtick. The things that some people got off on - go figure. Of course, I was no better...or at least the body I inhabited wasn’t. Hadn’t I thoroughly enjoyed what had been done to me? As much as I hated to admit it, I knew the answer to that one.
    When Harold was done using my ass as a dishrag, he stepped back and took a moment to catch his breath. During that time, I began to get a little nervous again. What if he decided to leave me as I was? My arms and legs were already beginning to ache and not just from his whippings. I was beginning to feel like I had been crucified. He could potentially choose to leave me tied up for the duration of my stay, and there would be nothing I could do about it. While I’d escape in the end, he could still make my remaining few hours a living hell.
    Fortunately, that didn’t come to pass. After regaining his composure, he reached down and untied my ankles. Once that was done, sore as they were, I was able to position them so that I wouldn’t fall flat onto my face when he untied my arms, which he thankfully did next.
    “Thank you,” I said sarcastically, once freed.
    “What?” he asked in a mock hurt voice. “Don’t tell me that wasn’t fun.”
    I wasn’t about to blatantly lie...at least about that. Instead, still feeling his residue on my backside, I asked for a towel.
    “Help yourself,” he replied offhandedly, strolling over to the bed.
    Under his watchful eye, I nonchalantly walked to the bathroom and grabbed something to dry off with, catching a good look at myself in the mirror. The body I inhabited wasn’t exactly ugly, but one could easily tell she had seen some tough times. I remembered my earlier thoughts of world-weary. It definitely fit this person.
    Stepping back into the bedroom, while wiping off any excess stickiness clinging to me, I asked, “So what’s the story here. What happened to J...,” Fortunately I caught myself just before saying “Julie.” Harold hadn’t told me her name. Hell, he hadn’t told me any of their names as of late. I really needed to be more careful. Once more, though, I wondered why I didn’t just spill my little secret to him. Wouldn’t that be for the best?
    Again, I wasn’t sure. It was just a gut feeling, I guess. “I mean, what happened to that other girl? She was kind of cute.”
    Harold just shrugged. If he had any indication of what I had been about to say, he didn’t show it. “What can I say; variety is the spice of life.”
    “Besides,” he continued, after a momentary pause. “What does it matter what they look like? I know that it’s you inside. That’s what matters.”
    I was touched. As odd as the statement was, it was sweet nevertheless. I felt my heart melting a little for him. Had I really been angry over something so trivial?
    Keeping up with the conversation, I playfully asked, “Yeah, but what about once I’m gone again?”
    “My interest in them fades with you, my dear,” he replied, looking me in the eye. “I do enough to keep up the charade, then quickly usher them out the door, cab money in hand, if need be.”
    Wait a minute. He hadn’t ushered Julie anywhere except maybe back into bed. Hell, his interest hadn’t seemed to wane either, judging by the daddy-dearest fucking he had given me thinking I was her. I was likewise willing to bet that he hadn’t exactly turned her away once I’d finally departed from her body, the taste of his dick still strong in my memory. Was it because she had been so young and pretty, or was it all yet another lie?
    The next hour and a half would tell me my answer. I just hoped I’d be around to