Chapter 35

When Grace woke up, two demons were pounding on her temples with hammers. She tried to ride it out and slip back into sleep but something was pushing her to wake up. She cracked her eyes open and immediately regretted it as her headache spiked from the bright light.

What? Oh yes. The tequila. She should have recalled how bad her reaction was to that particular vice. But what had woken her up? She opened her eyes again and slowly sat up. Her eyes landed on the earrings and her heart warmed, thinking of Ed's generosity.

Ed. That was his voice and he didn't sound happy.

She stood and made her way to her door and opened it quietly.

"…actually going to use the 'I owe you' story, AGAIN?" Grace heard him gasp incredulously.

Then Shirley "I'm not asking for much in the way of repayment and you enjoy it too!"

"Shirley, I will be eternally grateful for you taking me in when my mother died. But what I owe you is gratitude not THIS!" Ed yelled but Grace had no idea what he meant by his emphasized 'this'.

Her mother began to sound desperate and Grace left her room to intervene. Shirley continued as Grace walked towards the stairs. "I need it! Jerry won't do it and you're young and have so much! Why won't you share? It's the least you could do for all the years I've-"

"STOP! I'm not a fucking cow that you get to milk whenever you want. That's how you're making me feel! Have you ever considered my feelings about this? No, of course not! Buy face cream like other women do!" Grace froze when she heard Ed's words. There was a roaring in her ears as the picture suddenly became clear.

"YOU UNGRATEFUL-" Shirley screamed then stomping footsteps and the front door slammed but Grace heard none of that as she was recalling her mother rubbing the fluid into her skin. How she'd stolen some from her mother's face. How she'd tasted it. It was from Ed.

Shirley came running up the steps and shrieked when she saw Grace standing in the hall ashen faced.

"What did you do to Ed?" Grace whispered with a trembling voice.

Shirley's expression closed up and she crossed her arms defensively. "Nothing you wouldn't have done! I see how you look at him! I know you want him!"

"You had sex with Ed?" Grace gasped.

Her mother looked away. "No… not exactly." She huffed with annoyance. "I just need his cum. It wasn't too much to ask. He got to cum so he had to enjoy it. I don't know why he was so resistant! I need it!"

Grace stared at her mother and realized she hadn't changed at all. The bright and shiny woman who came out of the pain and drug addiction was still as self centered and petty as the one she'd been before the accident. There had been a few brief moments when Grace had enjoyed the idea that her mother had found something to redeem herself from the terrible experience she'd endured. Now she saw that happiness and calm was just the product of her abuse of Ed for her own selfish needs.

"You abused that gentle man who showed you nothing but love and respect. After everything he's done for you." she said, her voice trembling with suppressed rage.

"DONE FOR ME!?! WHAT ABOUT EVERYTHING I'VE DONE FOR HIM? AND YOU? HOW CAN YOU BOTH BE SO SELFISH THAT YOU WON'T ACKNOWLEDGE MY SACRIFICES?" Shirley screamed, her face red with anger.

Grace looked at her mother with disgust then turned and walked back into her bedroom to get some clothes. She was going to get showered, dressed, and then she was going to find Ed. She didn't know what she was going to say to him yet but she had to protect him from Shirley's abuse.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING WALK AWAY FROM ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" Shirley yelled furiously.

When she left her bedroom Shirley was still in the hallway.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

Grace's eyes flashed to her mother's and Shirley took a step back when she saw the fury in them. "HOW DARE YOU JUDGE ME! YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN I AM! YOU'D FUCK HIM IN A SECOND!"

Shirley rocked back against the wall and grabbed her cheek in shock, the hand shaped welt already rising on her stinging skin. Grace was shaking with rage, baring her teeth and breathing hard. "Get the fuck away from me," she growled menacingly. "We are NOTHING alike!"

Grace stepped past her and close and locked the bathroom door. She wanted to strangle the woman but that wouldn't help Ed so she proceeded with getting ready. When she exited the bathroom Shirley was gone. Off to visit Jerry no doubt. Grace felt bad for the man who, for some reason, was a little soft in the head for her mother.

She dialed Ed's cell but it went straight to voicemail so she called his office and spoke with a woman. She was told that he was on a service call but he would be returning home directly once he was done as Mr. Drakos had given him the afternoon off as he was exhausted.

Grace thanked the woman then sat on the sofa to wait for Ed's return. She hoped he wouldn't be long.

When Ed's eyes opened again he could tell by the faint light coming through the blinds that it was late in the evening. He rolled onto his back and jumped when he saw the young woman sitting on the edge of the bed watching him sleep.

"Hello," she said.

"Hello."

"I'm Sophia. Sophia Sandoval."

"Ed Walters."

"Hi Ed. Did you enjoy fucking my mom?" she said frankly as she looked into his eyes.

He looked at her warily but didn't answer. Discretion.

"Pussy got your tongue?" she smiled at her own cleverness.

Ed saw the similarities between mother and daughter now though Sophia's black hair was wavy and she didn't have large breast implants. Her nose looked natural as well but she had her mother's dark brown eyes and thick lashes.

He realized he was naked under the sheets someone, likely Zoe, had pulled over him. He looked around but couldn't see his underwear or coveralls. He knew his t-shirt was a write off.

"Uh, where's Zoe?" he asked.

"On a plane to San Francisco to speak to her house designer. She's tearing down daddy's castle and building some Spanish monstrosity," she said as she rolled her eyes. "She told me to keep an eye on you and to give you a drink of water when you woke as you'd be dehydrated."

She stood up and walked over to the end table to pick up the glass. Ed was feeling a little parched so he gladly accepted the glass and drank the cool water. He handed the glass back and went back to scanning the room with his eyes looking for his clothes.

"Looking for something?" Sophia asked innocently.

"Yeah, my clothes."

"I haven't seen them. What did they look like?" she asked with a smile.

"A pair of boxers and my work coverall." He looked at the window again and realized how late it was. "I really should be heading home." He pulled the sheet up from the mattress and wrapped it around himself. When he stood up the room suddenly slid sideways and he hit the floor with a thump. The room continued to spin and noises in the room began to sound like they were coming down a long tunnel. His vision began to fade as well. He couldn't stop the room from spinning then he felt his mind sail away into the spinning vortex and nothing.

Sophia stood next to the bed looking down at Ed. She knelt and checked his pulse. His heart was beating strong and steady.

"It's done!" she called out.

The room's door opened and two more young women came in and walked over beside her. Stacey knew Ed from the victory party for the football team but the third woman, a tall willowy blond named Helen, was a representative from the sorority headquarters in Georgia. She was in charge of ensuring the official secret initiation rituals were followed properly.

"He seems intimidating enough but how big is his cock? The new girls need to be frightened. Terrified would be better," she said.

Stacey was looking down at Ed with a hungry look. "He's got a monstrous dick!" she grinned.

"Help me roll him over," Sophia said and the three women strained to flip him onto his back.

Helen's eyes widened and she smiled. "Oh yes, he will do very well! You chose wisely. Where is Isabelle? I was under the impression that she was supposed to be here as well."

Sophia smirked. "She got cold feet about using him for this. She'll be at the ceremony tonight but I didn't want to take a chance that she'd warn him off."

Helen nodded, pleased with Sophia's planning. "Do you have the necessary bindings for him?"

Sophia smiled and pulled a bag out from behind the end table. She poured the contents onto the bed. She separated the items so they could see them clearly. Bondage gear.

There was a leather hood with flaps to cover his eyes and mouth. A leather collar with d-rings. Leather wrist and ankle straps with d-rings to attach spreader bars to or to fasten to a rack. Bondage mitts. Finally a pile of strong but light chain.

"It's time to get him dressed." Helen smiled. They got to work.