Chapter 14: The Senator's Gift
The Senator's silver hair caught the cabin light like spun mercury as he gestured toward Casey with a lazy flick of his wrist. She stood by the bar cart, her copper hair freshly curled, her sundress pressed and clean, that dimpled pageant smile still plastered on her face. She thought this was a meet and greet. She thought the old man in the Italian suit was a client who wanted to admire her portfolio.
Skyler watched from the leather sofa, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of champagne warming in her hand.
"This is her," the Senator said, his voice a smooth Southern drawl. "The new one from Kansas."
Casey took a step forward, extending her hand. "It's such an honor, sir. Thank you for—"
The Senator didn't take her hand. He turned to the two men flanking the cabin door. They were massive, neckless, dressed in black suits that strained across their shoulders. One had a shaved head and a scar through his eyebrow. The other had a jaw like a cinder block and hands the size of dinner plates.
"She's a virgin," the Senator said, as if discussing the wine selection. "Check her file, Skyler."
Skyler took a slow sip of champagne. "Confirmed. Pageant girl, twenty-one, no sexual partners beyond a high school boyfriend who never got past third base. Hymen intact as of the medical exam last week."
Casey's smile flickered. "Wait, what?"
The Senator nodded once. The two bodyguards moved.
Casey's scream was sharp and cut off as the shaved-headed one grabbed her by the arm and spun her toward the leather sofa that dominated the center of the cabin. The cinder-block-jawed one caught her other arm, and together they bent her forward over the armrest, her sundress riding up, exposing the white cotton of her panties.
"Please," Casey gasped, her pageant voice cracking. "Please, I don't understand, I thought this was a modeling job—"
"It is," the Senator said, settling into his chair across from Skyler. "A very specific kind of modeling."
Skyler set her champagne down and rose from the sofa. She crossed the cabin slowly, her heels clicking on the polished floor, and knelt beside the Senator's chair. His trousers were already unzipped, his cock half-hard and thick, gray at the base, ruddy at the head. He was sixty-five if he was a day, but his cock had a demanding presence that age hadn't dulled.
Behind them, the bodyguards tore Casey's panties off with a single motion. The fabric ripped, and her scream rose again, higher this time, desperate.
"Shh," Skyler murmured, wrapping her fingers around the Senator's shaft. She stroked him slowly, her thumb circling the head. "She's new. She'll learn."
The Senator grunted, his hand finding the back of her head. "Show me."
Skyler lowered her mouth onto him. His cock filled her throat, thick and demanding, the taste of him salty and warm. She took him deep, her nose brushing the wiry hair at his base, her throat flexing around his length. She held there for a moment, feeling his pulse through her, then pulled back, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
Behind her, the bodyguards spread Casey's legs wide. The girl's thighs were pale and smooth, her ass round and trembling. The shaved-headed one spit into his palm and slicked his cock, a thick brutal thing that looked like it had broken cunts before. The cinder-block-jawed one did the same, his cock shorter but even thicker, a purple-veined monster.
"No," Casey sobbed, trying to twist away. "No, please, God, no—"
"Hold her," the Senator commanded, his voice level.
The cinder-block-jawed one grabbed Casey's hips and yanked her back onto the sofa, spreading her ass cheeks with his thumbs. Her virgin pussy was pink and wet with fear-slick, her asshole tight and puckered. The shaved-headed one positioned himself between her thighs and shoved his cock into her cunt in one brutal thrust.
Casey's scream ripped through the cabin, raw and animal. Her body arched, her copper hair whipping across the leather, her fingers clawing at the upholstery. Blood slicked the base of the cock as it drove into her, the tight virgin flesh giving way inch by inch.
Skyler kept her eyes fixed on Casey's face as she took the Senator deeper into her throat. The girl's pageant smile was long gone, replaced by a rictus of agony and disbelief, mascara streaking down her cheeks. She looked so young, so utterly broken.
"T-t-that's a good girl," the shaved-headed one grunted, pulling back until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then slamming forward again.
Casey's sobs became wordless, her body jerking with each thrust. The cinder-block-jawed one shoved his fingers into her asshole, working them in roughly, stretching her, and her screams pitched higher.
The Senator's hand tightened in Skyler's hair, guiding her rhythm. "You watch her," he said, his voice thickening with pleasure. "You watch her learn what she's for."
Skyler pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the head. "She's learning fast," she said, stroking him. "I can see it in her eyes."
Casey's eyes were wide and glassy, fixed on the ceiling of the cabin. Her body moved with the thrusts now, no longer resisting. A low, guttural moan escaped her throat, and Skyler recognized the sound. It was the sound of someone who had stopped fighting, who had let the world wash over her and turned to stone inside.
The cinder-block-jawed one shoved his cock into her ass. Casey's body convulsed, a scream caught in her throat dying into a choked sob. The two men found a rhythm, double penetration, their hips slamming against her in alternating thrusts, one in her cunt, one in her ass. Her holes stretched obscenely around their girth, blood and slick coating their shafts.
Skyler took the Senator back into her mouth. She matched the rhythm of the guards' thrusts, bobbing her head, her lips tight around his shaft. He tasted of sweat and musk, and she sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue swirling around the head each time she pulled back.
"Christ," the Senator groaned, his hips bucking. "Swallow it all, sweetheart."
Behind her, Casey's moans had become a steady, keening wail. The shaved-headed one grunted, his thrusts quickening, and he came with a roar, pumping his cum deep into her violated cunt. The cinder-block-jawed one followed seconds later, his release flooding her ass, thick and hot, leaking out around his cock.
The Senator's cock swelled in Skyler's throat, and he came with a shuddering groan, flooding her mouth with hot, bitter come. Skyler swallowed every drop, her throat working, her eyes never leaving Casey's face.
The bodyguards pulled out, their cocks slick with blood and cum. Casey lay collapsed over the armrest, her sundress bunched around her waist, her thighs streaked with red and white. She wasn't sobbing anymore. She was staring at nothing, her lips parted, her breath shallow.
The Senator tucked himself away and stood, patting Skyler's head almost affectionately. "She'll do," he said. "I want her listed as a specialty item. Virgin breaking, double penetration, full degradation. Those sell."
Skyler rose, smoothing her skirt. "Of course, Senator. I'll update the catalog personally."
She crossed the cabin to where Casey lay. The girl's eyes tracked her as she approached, a flicker of awareness returning to them, a dull, wounded animal confusion.
Skyler knelt beside her, brushing a strand of copper hair from her face. "You did well," she said softly. "For your first time. Better than most."
Casey's lips moved, but no sound came out.
"Your ten thousand is already in your account," Skyler continued. "Plus a bonus for the Senator's satisfaction. You're in the catalog now. The top of the list."
Casey's eyes were wet, but she wasn't crying anymore. Something had shifted behind them, something cold and quiet. Skyler saw it, and a thrill ran through her.
"There's more work, if you want it," Skyler said. "A lot more. Different clients, different tastes. Some of them won't be as gentle as the Senator."
Casey swallowed. Her voice came out raw and scraping. "Gentle?"
Skyler smiled and stood. "You'll see. Get cleaned up. We land in two hours, and I have a shoot scheduled for you tomorrow. The catalog needs updated photos of your new specialties."
She walked back to the Senator's chair, picked up her champagne, and took a long sip. Outside the window, the Atlantic stretched dark and endless beneath the belly of the jet.