The Descent of Judy
Chapter 4. Judy and Salma
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Judy sat in her room, reflecting on the events of the morning; she'd never
imagined at the start of the day that she would find herself performing such
degrading acts with Mike's wife. Judy had to admit though that as repugnant as
the session with Corinne had been, the experience took her way beyond what all
the other girls she knew would even consider. She couldn't stop thinking about
it, the way she'd been used by Corinne, like an object for the woman's pleasure;
she had felt it when Corrine had orgasmed. Judy had no illusions; Corinne didn't
like her, but she obviously had gained some perverse thrill from using her that
way, right in front of her husband.
Judy looked again at Salma's phone number, contemplating the next step. 'Shall
I, shan't I?' she wondered, trying to reach a decision. The activities of the
morning had left her so confused. She had to admit that, what was upper most in
her thoughts was the thrill of challenging herself again to do something so
shocking. But now, did she want to take it further, or get out before she got
into something she couldn't handle?
"Can't handle what?" she said aloud, ridiculing herself for her own cowardice.
Judy picked up the phone immediately and dialled Salma's number quickly before
she had second thoughts.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Salma? It's Judy. The girl from...." Judy started.
"Ah, the posh student, right?" Salma interrupted.
Judy was taken aback, she didn't like Salma's tone, "Yes, that's right."
Judy was regretting that she had rung in the first place when Salma said, "Mike
asked me to talk to you about doing a video."
"Yes," said Judy.
"So, when do you want to meet?" Salma asked.
Judy hesitated, wondering whether this was such a good idea: "Well, any evening
this week really."
"Fine, ok, tonight then, about eight, I'll even give you some dinner - nothing
posh though!"
Salma gave Judy instructions on where to find her, fortunately only a few stops
away on the tube, then they said their good-byes and hung up. 'Too late to back
out now,' Judy thought, despite her misgivings.
Judy had been surprised when Salma had given her an address in Chelsea. She had
expected from Salma's South London accent a seedy flat somewhere in one of the
rougher parts of the city. Now she stood in the porch of a Victorian mansion
block that had been divided into flats. Finding the name 'S. Farooq' under one
of the buttons to the entry phone, she pushed the buzzer and waited.
The lock buzzed and Judy pushed open the door and entered the hallway.
Salma emerged from a doorway in the hall. She was more attractive than Judy
remembered. Her figure was generous and curvaceous, very busty, with a small
waist, broad hips, and round, full buttocks. Her legs gave her the height, and
the black leggings she wore revealed that as well as being long, they were
strongly muscled and shapely.
"Come in Judy, come in," she said, smiling, and beckoning with her hand.
Salma ushered Judy into her flat, took Judy's coat and returned with two glasses
of champagne. Judy glanced nervously around the living room; it was richly
furnished and decorated but the overall effect was glitzy and tacky. As Salma
handed the glass to Judy she appraised her in a similar way to Corinne.
"Yes, as beautiful as I remember - I have an eye for talent."
"Thank you," Judy replied. "You are very good-looking too."
They touched glasses and drank. Eyeing each other over the rims of their
glasses.
Suddenly Judy jumped, spilling champagne as a large dark shape rushed into the
room and charged past her hips, nearly knocking her over. Salma laughed.
"Don't worry about Khan, he won't harm you," Salma told her as she saw the look
of unease on Judy's face.
Khan was a large dark grey Wolfhound. He stood at Salma's side, his back level
with her hips, looking up at Judy and panting. Judy didn't like dogs that much
and Khan looked particularly ferocious. Salma noticed Judy's unease, smiled
briefly to herself then pulled Khan off to the side and told Judy to take a
seat. Judy sat down on a sumptuous black leather sofa, seeming to almost sink
into its luxurious comfort. Salma left the room to get some food leaving Judy
alone in the presence of the panting dog who stared at her attentively. Judy sat
very still and very uneasily.
Eventually Salma returned with a tray full of salad. She kicked the dog in the
haunch saying, "Come on you randy bastard, out of the way!"
She looked down at an obviously timid Judy and smiled.
"He likes the look of you I see."
"Oh?" said Judy.
"S'obvious isn't it, look at his cock, he's already getting a hard on!" Salma
replied with a lascivious grin.
Judy hadn't been looking in that area, being mesmerised by the dog's huge head
with the sharp teeth shining whitely in his open panting mouth. Now she looked
down to where he was sitting on his haunches. A pointed bright red prick was
sticking out of a furry sheath. It looked a bit like a carrot that had been
painted crimson. Judy quickly looked away, embarrassed.
"He's only half up, wait 'til he really gets excited, he's got a knot the size
of a tennis ball!" Salma told her.
Judy was fazed by Salma's upfront discussion of her dog's genitalia. "Khan,
kitchen!" Salma shouted; the huge dog got up and reluctantly loped off.
After the two women had eaten they sat back in the big black leather sofa,
sipping the chilled champagne.
"So, porno!" said Salma, grinning wickedly as she abruptly dropped the word into
their conversation. "Mike says you're thinking of doing the flick with me?"
Judy found it hard to give Salma an answer, because she wasn't really sure why
she wanted to do it herself. Judy was torn by self-doubt. This woman seemed warm
and friendly, unlike Corrine; even so, there was a small part of Judy that made
her hesitate to open up. This meeting wasn't at all like she had imagined it
would be. For a start, Judy was disconcerted that Salma was more good-looking
and full of confidence than she remembered, even though she was only one or two
years older than herself. Judy didn't feel in control of the situation, and this
was unnerving. Whereas she had been able to conceal her nervousness (she
thought) from Mike and Corrine, the woman sitting next to her on the sofa seemed
to be able to sense every conflicting emotion coursing through her.
"I'll tell you something, I started out in this business with nothing. I'm the
third daughter of a poor Pakistani family that came here illegally in the
sixties. I was born here and lived in a poxy flat with no heating. I went to a
crap school, and never learned much 'cause I was always working in the family
shop. I ran away from home rather than have an arranged marriage and I've had to
fend for myself ever since," Salma told her.
"Look around, I'm not posh like you, but I don't owe nobody nothing. Everything
I've got is fully paid for; I've got no mortgage, a wardrobe of designer
clothes, and a Merc in the garage. I've got a Villa on the Costa Blanca, and a
nice big deposit account on the Isle of Mann, where the tax man can't get his
hands on it."
She smiled proudly.
"I started out like you, doing some glamour photo shoots; and I don't mind
telling you, I was shit scared at first, but Mike, you can trust him, believe
me, he got me some video work, and I haven't looked back. I don't have to work
nine to five; in fact, if you added up the number of days I work in a year, I'd
bet it wouldn't come to twelve weeks in total. Apart from that, I do what I
like, when I like, if I like."
Salma got up and walked over to an oak wood cabinet. Opening the door she knelt
down and looked through a collection of videotapes. Selecting a tape she walked
over to the VCR and loaded the tape. She returned to the sofa and picked up the
remote control. Turning on the wide-screen TV, and pressing 'play' on the video
control, the screen suddenly sprang to life with the opening credits of what was
obviously a pornographic movie.
Salma looked at Judy, "And this is the way I earned it."
Judy sat open-mouthed as she watched Salma on screen; she looked even more
stunning nude than she did dressed. But it wasn't Salma's beauty that shocked
her; it was what she was doing on screen. Judy watched, as Salma had been the
centre of attention from five men who had all cum over her face and boobs.
Despite the contrived scene, the thought of being the object of lustful
attention excited Judy; her excitement turned to horror when the same five men
proceeded to piss over Salma as well, and she appeared to drink some of it! The
next scenes were even more depraved. Judy could hardly watch as the next
sequence showed Salma alone in a room with a large Alsatian dog, playing with
his cock, and then sucking it until the dog was spurting cum into her open
mouth. Judy looked over at Salma who appeared to be enjoying the scenes all over
again. She flashed back a smile at Judy.
Eventually Salma pushed the stop button on the VCR remote.
"Well?" she said, looking into Judy's shocked eyes.
"How could you bear to do that?" exclaimed Judy.
"S'easy, I just forget about the cameras and enjoy myself," Salma replied, as if
it were the most natural thing in the world.
"But with a dog?" said Judy, incredulously
"Let me tell you something, most of the dogs I've had are a damn sight cleaner
than half of the men I've had!" Salma answered. "And believe me, better lovers!"
"But, it's so...so..." Judy felt at a loss for words. "so... Disgusting. How can
you let men piss on you?" Judy asked her indignantly.
"Why not, you're a medical student, you should know that fresh pee is sterile if
the person doing it is healthy; and believe me, we're all tested very
regularly."
Judy had to admit to herself that Salma was correct, but even so....
"You know how much I made just from that one film that took two days to make?"
Salma asked.
"I wouldn't have a clue," Judy answered, honestly.
"Ten thousand quid, tax free."
Judy looked at her open-mouthed; that was more than her whole grant for a year.
Salma put the tape on again and Judy watched with horrified fascination. Salma
had featured in all of the various scenes in the tape, which consisted of
several sequences, each about fifteen minutes long. In the remaining scenes,
Salma had been fucked by the dog; been three-way fucked by a group consisting of
two lesbians with huge strap-ons, and one man with an absolutely enormous prick.
In the final scene, the two lesbians had taken it in turns to piss in her mouth.
The more Judy watched, the more she felt she was getting involved in something
way out of her depth.
Salma looked at Judy's drained face, pleased that she'd shocked her with her
little film show.
"Well, that's some of the stuff I do. Think you could handle it?" she asked,
casually.
Judy was torn. She'd been proud of how she'd coped in the world of porn so far.
She hated to think that this Asian girl, who had dragged herself out of the
gutter, could do things she couldn't, but the idea of doing the things she'd
seen on the video revolted her.
"No," she finally admitted.
"I thought not," laughed Salma. "But then, as soon as I saw you I didn't think
you were going to be any competition."
Judy smiled wanly, inwardly seething at Salma's scornful laughter.
"But if you still want to make some money, Mike still wants you to be in the
video he's shooting next week. It's basically a lesbo Dom flick. The Dom forces
her slave to perform all sorts of bizarre acts. Mike's hoping that you'd be the
Dom and I'll do the slave bit," Salma explained.
As she talked, Salma opened an intricately carved wooden box on the coffee
table, and, taking out papers and weed, began building a joint with
well-practised ease. She looked levelly at Judy and continued.
"You won't have to do anything too heavy. All you have to do is shout at me and
order me around, maybe a bit of dominant lezzie stuff; but it's me that does all
the really pervy stuff with the dog."
Salma sparked up her joint and took a long draw of the pungent weed.
"Ah, that's good. So, what d'you reckon?" she asked, tilting her head back and
blowing an intoxicating plume of smoke into the air.
Judy was pleased that she didn't have to completely lose face.
"Sure, I could do that, I won a prize for acting at school," she said.
"Nobody's going to be looking for any Oscar winning performances in our sort of
movies believe me!" Salma laughed at Judy's naiveté.
She rolled her eyes and took another hit from her joint before offering it to
Judy. Judy didn't do drugs of any kind but felt it would be churlish to refuse
so she took the offered joint. Trying not to appear uncool she inhaled deeply,
just as she'd seen some friends do, and just managed to suppress a strong urge
to cough. Judy knew Salma was watching her reactions carefully, and she sucked
down another hit from the joint; the room started to feel a bit unstable. As a
non-smoker, Judy's tolerance to tobacco was very low, and the nicotine made her
feel dizzy; but as the THC in the drug started to react with her brain, she
found the dizziness amusing and suppressed a giggle.
Salma took the joint and finished it, stubbing out the roach in a black obsidian
ashtray. She refilled their glasses and handed Judy hers. Judy realised she was
already half drunk, and more than half stoned, but no longer cared. Salma
noticed that Judy's eyes were beginning to glaze and her body was relaxing more.
Salma grinned. Judy's natural air of superiority and her innocence were a
challenge to her. Salma rolled a second joint, adding a bit more of the
sensimilla than she'd put in the first one. She turned to Judy.
"Here you are, you can start this one."
She offered the joint to Judy with an inviting smile. Judy grinned back
foolishly.
"Okay, light me up," she giggled, putting the joint to her lips and waiting for
Salma to light the twisted end.
Salma gave her a light from an expensive gold lighter, and Judy sucked deeply,
filling her lungs with the harsh smoke. She held it in for seconds, allowing the
drug to be absorbed into her bloodstream before exhaling a long plume of smoke.
Judy took several more hits before passing the joint to Salma. She was conscious
of her peripheral vision narrowing, and her fingers and toes were tingling, as
if she had lost the circulation in them. She felt hot so she picked up her
wineglass, drained the contents and asked for more. Salma refilled her glass, to
the top; and Judy took a deep gulp of the wine. She didn't notice the
calculating look in Salma's eyes as she watched Judy swilling the wine down her
throat as if it were water.
"You really think I could do movies then?" Judy slurred.
Salma turned to her with an unfathomable look in her deep dark eyes.
"Oh yes, you'll be just perfect," she answered with a certainty that puzzled
Judy.
The two women sat silently for some minutes, Salma finishing the joint, and Judy
finishing the wine.
"Let's watch another tape then," Judy suggested, to fill in the silence.
Even though she was now seriously stoned, and quite drunk, she still felt like
she wanted to know more about Salma's chosen profession.
"Okay, I'm going to the loo. I'll put on another tape when I get back," Salma
answered. "Don't go away!"
When Salma returned Judy was slumped on the sofa; vomit was all over the white
carpet, the front of the sofa, and all down Judy's blouse and faded denim jeans.
"Oh fuck, you stupid fuckin' bitch!" Salma hissed with venom.
She had underestimated the double effects of the alcohol and weed. Resisting the
urge to slap Judy hard around the face, she shook her by the shoulder.
"Hey, wake up, wake up," she said.
Judy's eyes opened, bleary and unfocused as she tried to understand what was
happening.
"Oh God, everything's spinning!" Judy moaned, wishing she could just curl up and
die. "I think I've been sick."
"Come on, wake up, you've made a real mess of yourself!" Salma told her.
Judy opened her eyes again.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry," she groaned, as she focused on the vomit down the front of
her clothes and on the sofa.
"You'd better get those things off and have a shower," Salma suggested. "Come
on, I'll help you."
Salma stripped off Judy's clothes in the living room. Judy was no help.
Eventually she had the young girl in just her bra and panties and half carried
her upstairs. Salma lay Judy on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. The girl
was practically unconscious, her arms and legs lay akimbo. Salma, still nicely
buzzing from the weed looked at Judy's helpless body. She studied the rise of
the pubic mound below the flat stomach, relishing the fact that in just a few
seconds she would be peeling down those panties and revealing her most intimate
parts. Judy's breasts were also delicious. They weren't as big as Salma's but
were firm and almost stood up without the need for the bra.
"My little girl," Salma whispered and unclasped and removed the bra.
Judy's nipples had risen to hard peaks in the cooler air of the bathroom. Her
breasts were delicious mounds of pale flesh. Salma could hardly contain herself.
She kneeled beside the almost unconscious girl and gently peeled her panties off
her hips and down her thighs and legs then hooked them off over her ankles.
Finally, Judy lay naked and exposed before her. Salma drank in the sight.
Salma ran a warm shower and managed to get Judy to stand under it. Judy was
moaning and leaning against the sides. Salma worked a lather of soap into a
sponge and slowly started to clean Judy, working her way over Judy's breasts,
down her flat stomach and into the soft fair hair of her pubic triangle. Salma
worked the sponge against the lips of her pouty little vagina but Judy seemed
unaware of what was happening to her. Salma then knelt, leisurely running the
sponge over Judy's thighs then up and behind on to cheeks of Judy's bottom.
Salma didn't mind as the water cascaded off Judy's body and wet her own clothes.
Reluctantly Salma fetched a big soft bath towel.
"Come on Judy, out you get," she ordered briskly.
Judy collapsed out of the warm shower and Salma wrapped her in the towel.
Leading her by the hand, she took the unsteady Judy to her bedroom and lay her
on the big, antique double bed.
Salma dried Judy's silky blonde hair before tucking her into the warmth and
comfort of the bed. Now, as she looked at Judy, Slama was once again struck by
her beauty, even with her face completely devoid of make-up. Salma tucked Judy's
hair back behind her head. With her hair back like that the effect was complete;
she looked like an innocent schoolgirl. Salma was aroused more than she
realised; it was all she could do not to touch the defenceless child lying
before her.
She sat on a chair, facing the bed, removed the tight black leggings she wore
and thrust a hand inside her panties. Her eyes never left Judy's face as she
frigged herself mercilessly, groaning and moaning at the touch of her fingers
and the need for release.
The chair she was sitting on was near the door so she kicked it open with her
foot and whistled for Khan. The big dog came leaping up the stairs at his
mistress' call while Salma stood and remove her black panties completely. When
Khan arrived she was sitting at the edge of the chair with her legs wide open.
Khan was well trained and knew what his mistress desired....
As Khan lapped at her cunt, Salma rubbed her clitoris furiously with one hand
while mashing her breast the other. All the time her eyes were fixed on Judy's
sweet face and in her imagination she pictured not Khan, but Judy, willingly
kneeling naked between her legs, lapping at her cunt.
The image was too much. With one great shudder she came, pushing Khan's heavy
body away with her foot as she did so. She stood, walked to Judy then bent and
kissed her lightly before wiping some of her own juices on the girl's lips.
"You will be mine," she whispered to the sleeping form then started to remove
her clothes....
