Kelly Exposed

by Viktor Redreich

  It almost disappointed me to think I might have already set foot on school property for the last time.

  The path eventually petered out. I kept walking through the soft grass toward the mansion. The architecture was what I had come to expect from the island, in contrast to the utilitarian rectangles and squares of the school buildings. Windows studded the walls, gleaming white with morning sunshine.

  My steps started to drag. Hesitation and anticipation mingled badly in my mind. Even as I mounted the hill and walked up the steps to stand on the porch, I couldn’t help but wonder if there were any options other than this.

  I lifted my hand, rapped my knuckles on the door.

  This is the only way, Kelly.

  I waited, shifting back and forth on my feet. No answer came. I didn’t hear any footsteps approaching, and they’d surely be loud and echoing in such a building.

  I knocked again, louder. “Hello?” I called.

  Nothing again.

  If Zion left the island often, there was nothing to guarantee he was even here.

  I will go crazy sitting in my dorm waiting for him to return.

  In desperation, I gripped the doorknob and tried it. The knob turned easily under my fingers. The door was unlocked.

  “Oh, I shouldn’t be doing this,” I muttered to myself. I pushed the door open and peered inside.

  Soft music reached my ears, so faint it was no wonder I hadn’t heard it before. I started to call out again.

  A pale figure appeared and strode right past me.

  I flinched and jerked the door shut, my breath rasping in my lungs. For an instant, I thought I’d seen a ghost. When I started to calm down, I realized what I’d seen was even worse.

  A naked woman.

  Zion had company.

  I should go back down the hill, come back some other time.

  Except, according to the way things worked on this island, he probably wouldn’t mind much if I went and walked in on him going at it.

  I turned the doorknob again and stepped inside. The foyer was massive, hallways, and staircases branching off to other areas of the house.

  “Hello?” I called. “Zion? Mr. Zion?”

  No answer, though I did hear something strange. It sounded like high-pitched moaning. There were people around here somewhere and if the pure pleasure in the moans was any indicator, they were in a good mood.

  I followed the sounds to a hall on the right, to the first room. An open archway led into a living room complete with three couches, a huge TV taking up one who wall, and a complex entertainment system. That was the source of the music, jazz blues with slow, subtle bass. Another wall was entirely windows, showing a panoramic view of the valley.

  It wasn’t exactly the view out the window that caught my eye.

  My attention was on the scene in the middle of the living room. Five women, one of them being the ghost I glimpsed before, plus Zion, occupied the middle of the room.

  The ghost woman, a porcelain-skinned beauty with platinum-blonde hair, lay on her back on one of the couches. Her legs were spread wide. Zion was between them, thrusting into her. Her breasts jiggled and bounced in time to his hard strokes. She started to yell, sharp cries reverberating off the high ceiling.

  Another woman stood next to Zion, her lips locked with his. Her arm was braced on his abdomen so that with every thrust, her fingers were jammed between her legs with such force I could feel the suction.

  The three other women were on their knees, looking up at the action with adoring, longing eyes.

  I was frozen in place, my feet glued to the carpet.

  Zion flipped the woman on the couch over so that she was bent over it, her feet planted on the floor. With a beckoning finger, he guided the woman he had been kissing to lean over the other, her breasts pushing flat against the other woman’s back. He then proceeded to shove his dripping wet organ into the woman with alternating thrusts, making them write and scream and orgasm for him.

  He was like a man possessed. More beast than man, really. His golden skin glistened with sweat, his muscles bunching and flexing underneath.

  His cock—for there was no other word to describe it—was a monster. Veiny and thick and long, it curved up. It had to be an effort to receive. Each woman’s flesh looked stretched beyond what was comfortable, yet their faces scrunched and their heads lolled with delight.

  How much would I be able to take?

  I doubted even half of him would fit in me. The other women were taking as much as they could and even they couldn’t take him all.

  Despite having made two women orgasm, Zion appeared far from done. With his cock slick from the women’s pussies, he turned. His fingers tangled in another woman’s hair and pulled her forward. She opened her mouth without prompting and he started to pump inside her willing hole.

  He lifted his head and looked at me as if finally sensing my presence.

  His eyes slashed across mine.

  I jerked in surprise and half-turned away. “Oh, gosh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry to interrupt you and your . . . uh, guests. Ms. Penny sent me here with this note but I can see you’re busy so I can come back another time.” My words blurred together. My tongue seemed heavy in my mouth.

  Zion kept thrusting his hips against the woman’s face. My presence didn’t seem to phase him at all.

  I took a step back, my heart pounding.

  “Stop.”

  His command stopped me in my tracks.

  “Let me see that note.”

  I had no choice. I stepped forward and held out the note to him, being careful not to trample any of the others. They barely seemed to notice me.

  Zion scanned the note. I glanced down where his cock was being fed so forcefully to the woman in front of him. Her eyes rolled in her sockets; her gratification obvious even though Zion was the one getting sucked. Her fingers tapped a steady rhythm on her clit.

  “Go stand over there,” Zion said, pointing.

  He was so rude about it. I suppressed a shiver from the power of his voice. It was almost a physical force.

  I went over to where he indicated. A strange sort of absence formed inside me, like being away from him meant leaving a part of myself behind.

  I didn’t know what to do with my hands. At first, I let them hang at my sides, then put them in front of me, then folded them at my back. While I had so blatantly spied on the group when I first entered, it now seemed rather rude to stare while I waited for them to finish. I turned my head to the side.

  “Don’t take your eyes off me,” Zion said. “I’ll deal with you in a bit.”

  I turned back to watch him while he gave pleasure and was pleasured. He made his women guests get into all sorts of different positions, some of which I would have thought were physically impossible.

  He was a tireless force, giving the women orgasm after orgasm, without ever allowing himself the same.

  Finally, after morning had made significant progress toward noon, which equated to hours I’d stood around watching an orgy, Zion called an end. He turned to me. “Time for your discipline,” he said.

  His five partners piled onto one couch like a bunch of puppies. They planned to stick around and watch, apparently.

  I lowered my eyes. “Yes, sir.”

  Zion stepped closer. The weight of his stare was heavy. “Such a pretty little body you have. Tell me, why are you giving your professors such trouble?”

  Professors? But the note only came from one!

  Zion noticed my confusion. “This is not the first time I’ve heard of you, though I had hoped you would straighten out on your own.”

  I swallowed hard. “I don’t mean to, sir.”

  “No, I think you do. A good slut does as she’s told. You should know that by now.” Zion turned his head. “One of you, bring me a ruler.”

  I hoped he wouldn’t be using that ruler for what I thought he was.

  One of the women got up and fetched a very sturdy wooden ruler. My stomach twisted with an
xiety.

  Zion slapped the ruler lightly in his palm. “Yes,” he intoned, “discipline is in order. A little humiliation will set you straight. Take off your pants.”

  I almost missed what he said. “Huh?”

  “Now, troublemaker.”

  Being naked wasn’t as bad as it used to be, at least. I slowly and silently obeyed, pushing my pants down. Of course, I hadn’t been given panties to wear.

  “Now bend over,” Zion commanded.

  I blushed hard but did as he said. It was easy enough of a thing to do, putting me in a position where the others could see way too much and I couldn’t see them looking at me.

  Something hard slashed across one of my cheeks. I cried out at the unexpected pain. The ruler hurt. Zion spanked me again and again, never on the same spot, and on the fifth strike, something changed.

  An oddly sweet sensation traveled from the point of pain to my pussy with each strike. I gritted my teeth to keep from moaning, horrified at my reaction. Why did it feel good? I couldn’t see any way this could be a coping mechanism for my body. No, I was just getting turned on for no reason. It was awful and yet so good all at once.

  Twenty strokes and he stopped. I kept my face down, whimpering, burning from the inside with shame. I doubted he would believe my whimpering to be misery. He knew too much. He would know he had me right where he wanted me and I was powerless.

  “Look at me.”

  I lifted my head.

  “Ms. Penny mentioned you made a mockery of her class by refusing to eat pussy, and so you will perform this act for me and my friends until we are satisfied with you.

  No, I thought, dismayed. Please don’t put me up to that again.

  “I am not going to subject anyone here to anything less than the best. You will not be performing on any of them. Do you hear me, young lady? You’re such a disgrace. You have refused to learn so much that you have regressed rather than progressed. Rather than practice with another human being, you will use your hand and fingers for your demonstration.” Zion held up his fingers so his middle and index fingers formed a V shape. He stuck his tongue between them to make things perfectly clear for me.

  “Show us. Show us how you would eat pussy.”

  I lifted my shaking hand. I remembered exactly the instructions from the video in Ms. Penny’s class. I tried to follow them, starting with just breathing, but it felt so ridiculous. I felt Zion’s mood darkening more and more. I picked up my pace, flicking my tongue over my fingers, and sucking on the tips.

  “Stop,” he demanded. He turned to our audience. “Would that make any of you cum?”

  The responses ranged from “No” to “Hell fucking no!” in a rousing consensus.

  “Bend over again,” Zion said, wielding his ruler once more.

  I obeyed, almost eager. I couldn’t help it. My body jerked from every hit, and only in part because of the pain. That sweet feeling kept flying through me with each stroke.

  Only ten strokes that time. Zion stopped, leaving me hanging in anticipation . . . and anticipation for what, I didn’t dare admit to myself.

  “Start over,” he growled. “Don’t disappoint me.”

  I didn’t know what inspired the feeling inside me. It was so wild and beyond anything I had ever known, absolutely incomprehensible. I attacked my fingers with my tongue and lips, sucking and licking my fingers with gusto. I pressed my lips around them so tight they made a popping sound when I let them go. I ran my tongue up and down and around in swift circles before flicking as I would do to a clit. Because that was what I was imagining, an actual clit and an actual pussy where my hand was.

  I just was.

  I was not a lesbian. But I was . . . horny.

  I heard my moans, felt my hips begin to move in tandem to the motion of my tongue as if it was all happening to someone else.

  Zion’s eyes grew darker each time I glanced up at him, but not with anger this time. Some sort of deep instinct told me I was doing well and he wanted me. Me, of all people, who couldn’t even do any better than someone like Simone, with an actual medical condition. Surely, I didn’t come close to any of his current guests.

  Zion’s cock gave a sudden jerk.

  A strange fear and excitement uncoiled inside me.

  “You may stop now.” Zion turned to the other women. “How would you rate her?”

  The porcelain-skinned woman declared, “She’s got me all revved to go another round!” The remaining four voiced their agreement, affirming that I had improved.

  Zion nodded. He turned back to me. “I hope you have learned your lesson. This is a serious school, girl. I will not allow someone acting like an insubordinate child in my classrooms.”

  “It won’t happen again,” I whispered. And it would not. Because . . . Because . . .

  I didn’t know.

  I was suddenly exhausted. I knew nothing.

  “You may go now.”

  I stared at him. “What?”

  “Now.”

  His tone brooked no argument. I edged to the room’s exit but paused, the sting in my rump reminding me of something important.

  Zion held up my pants. “If it is these you’re looking for, I’ll be keeping them. You had best move quickly or the mosquitoes will make a meal of that ass.” He tossed my pants to one of the women, then grabbed another and wrapped his mouth around her nipple.

  I was being dismissed, left with one last act of humiliation.

  I crept out of the room and then rushed out of the house. My brain whirled with confusion at my actions. I had been so caught up in what was going on, I hadn’t asked about his jet or mentioned the reasons behind my behavior. Being near him had reduced me to a woman with only the basest urges. It had been so freeing not to worry about anything other than the movement of my tongue sliding over my fingers, the pulses of pleasure in my core.

  I made it back to the dorm room without encountering anyone. Nearly everyone would still be in class at this time of day. That meant no one saw me naked, and I wouldn’t have to tell Blanche what happened to her pants for a while.

  Which left me with exactly nothing to do.

  I sat on the floor in the middle of the room and stared between my legs at my slick pussy. I felt lacking and sad and when I examined my feelings, the source traced back to Zion. He had gone right back to his previous activities when he was done with me. Why didn’t he push the line? Why did he refuse to even allow me to join in the group play? I would have. I would have gladly agreed, in the state I was in, the state I didn’t understand. I should have been happy to have dodged such a bullet. I was even envious of those other women.

  This isn’t the first time I’ve been jealous since arriving here.

  Frustrated, incapable of thinking clearly, I did the only thing I could think of and pushed my hand between my legs. I pressed my fingers against my pussy, sliding my thumb in circles over my clit. Weak pleasure rose, then faded. I needed so much more than this, but I didn’t know what to do, having never paid much attention in masturbation class.

  I wanted to cry at how miserable it was to be so hot and bothered, and still so far from release.

  The door to the room slammed open. Priscilla, Caroline, and Blanche barged in, their arms around each other as they laughed.

  Caroline saw me first and gasped, her hand covering her mouth.

  Blanche stared at me. A slow, sly smile spread over her lips. She kicked the door shut behind her and rubbed her hands. “Looks like Miss Prude is ready to have some fun.”

  “Finally!” Priscilla exclaimed, dropping her bag on the floor. “I like a nice, long warm-up, but this was ridiculous. Let’s get in the game!”

  All three of them came at me and all I could do was sit there and be . . . thankful.

  Chapter 17

  Girls kissing girls

  Caroline crouched down in front of me and placed her hands on my knees. Her eyes were wide and soft. “Don’t be scared. It’s good that you’re accepting this.”


  I pressed my knees together and shook my head. I shouldn’t allow this to happen. I couldn’t. But the refusal wouldn’t pass my lips. I pressed those together too, afraid that I’d start begging if I allowed words to come.

  “We only want to help,” Caroline said in her coaxing voice. “Look at how wet you are. I bet it hurts. We can take the hurt away and replace it with sweet ecstasy.”

  I was being seduced by this deceptively shy girl, and I knew it. I allowed my knees to fall apart again. Or did I allow it? My body almost seemed to do what it wanted of its own accord.

  “Come on, pet. Let me in. I just want to make you feel good.”

  My legs spread wider.

  “Good girl,” Caroline cooed. She lay on the floor in front of me and wriggled closer, her shoulders holding my thighs apart.

  Her breath hit me first. My hips jerked involuntarily toward the source of heat. The instructional video on how to eat out a woman said to go slow, but I thought I would scream if Caroline drew this out. I was so wet and aroused that going slow would make me feel more frustrated. I needed this fast and hard, like how Zion claimed his companions, like how I had tongue-fucked my fingers.

  The needs of my body crushed what little logic remained. I reached down and tangled my fingers in Caroline’s red hair. I pulled on her, hoping she understood. I didn’t have the language to express the desire haunting me.

  Caroline giggled between my legs. The puff of hot air hit my pussy. I moaned, unable to help it. I bit my lip, shifting around on my ass to try and get even closer to the other woman.

  Caroline lifted her eyes to mine, understanding bright in them. “I’ve got you, babe,” she reassured. Then she clamped her mouth on my pussy.

  Her tongue found my clit, soft and warm and wet, while her lips grabbed at the folds of my pussy and pulled on them. A spasm shook my whole body and my back arched. The combination of rough and gentle was just what I needed. My eyes started to close, and I started to give myself up to the sensations, and then they snapped open again when I felt soft warmth at my breasts.