Inner Circle

by Charles Arnold

  Dolan drove and Kathy sat between him and Bennett. Aware that she would have to give an account to Ruben when they arrived at her house and that she’d been ordered to arouse his two friends, she placed a hand on each of their crotches. “Ahh,” Dolan sighed, “it appears the lovely widow Ryan wants something. Tell us, what you’re touching? What is it you want?”

  Neither man had begun to get hard. Her house was only ten minutes away. If she failed to carry out Ruben’s orders, she might find herself tied over the cage again. She took a moment to unzip them and slid her hand inside their trousers and shorts. To her dismay both were small and limp. “I..I…want your cocks,” she said. She began to squeeze their flaccid pricks attempting to masturbate them. She turned to Bennett. “Please, unbutton me. Feel my breasts…my…my nipples.”

  Quickly he opened her blouse. “My God, Dolan, look at those beautiful long nipples. Her tits are just as firm as they were when she was fifteen…those days we watched her at the pool.” He lowered his head to suck on her nipple and felt it stiffen immediately. He looked up at her, the saliva wet on his lips, “I see some red scratches on your pretty titties. Was old Ruben a little rough on you? Do you like rough play?”

  Kathy felt his cock begin to swell. “Yes, Mr. Ruben can be…be demanding. I need…I mean I like it…like what he does to me.”

  Bennett reached for the other nipple and pinched it. Kathy gasped but continued to masturbate both men. Dolan, too, began to harden. “Tell us,” he said, “what you’re going to do when we get to your house.”

  They were only about a mile away. Their small cocks had begun to stiffen but were not erect. “I’ll get you drinks. Then I’ll try to make myself pretty for you. I’ll change into something else; something I hope you’ll like. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

  “Where? Where are we going to have our little party?” Bennett asked.

  The thought of desecrating her bedroom by bringing these two despicable men into it sickened her. She was about to say the living room or the basement game room when Bennett dug his fingernails into her sore breast. “The bedroom,” she said.

  “Be more specific,” Bennett twisted her nipple.

  “My bed,” she gasped. “We’ll do what you want in my bed.”

  Dolan glanced at her, “Maybe we’d like to play rough too, like your lover Simon. Maybe we’ll tie you to the bed. Would you like that? Would you like to be tied so you couldn’t move? Would we have to gag you to keep you from yelling?”

  They were pulling into her driveway. Both cocks had stiffened in her hands. “Yes, you can do whatever you like. There’s no need for a gag. I won’t make any noise.” Emotionally and physically Kathy felt she was ready to collapse. But she couldn’t deny the warm rush downward to the moist crevice between her parted legs.

  Inside the house she hurried to make drinks for the men. Dolan stayed behind to take something out of the trunk. With her blouse still unbuttoned, she handed Bennett his Scotch and water. He placed it on the coffee table and quickly pulled her to him. “Kiss,” he demanded. His sour breath washed over her. Dutifully, she opened her mouth to receive his thick tongue. Her bare breasts were tight against his damp shirt. They heard the trunk door slam. Bennett released her. “Now, Mrs. Ryan, go into the bedroom and, after you call Simon, get yourself all sexed up in something hot. Let us know when you’re ready for party time.”

  Kathy closed the bedroom door behind her. She took several minutes to compose herself before dialing Simon. He answered by asking, “ Did you tease them? Were they hard?”

  “Yes...yes, Simon, they were.”

  “If you get any ideas about not following orders, just take a look at the marks on your tits. You have an active imagination, Mrs. Ryan. You know I delight in hurting you…hurting you bad.”

  “Please, Simon, I understand…understand completely.”

  “I told my two friends they can do whatever they wanted to do and you wouldn’t object. I told them the only thing they can’t do is fuck your cunt. They can fuck your ass and fuck your mouth. I told them they can mark your body somewhere just as I marked your tits. It will give all of us something to laugh about when you are naked crawling around on the floor next Friday. They are coming to see me later tonight when they’re through with you. The report better be a good one.”

  When he hung up, Kathy stood still for several moments, the receiver in her hand. Her legs were trembling. She undressed and sat at her make-up table concentrating on keeping her hand from shaking as she applied the lipstick and gloss. From the closet she took a pale blue transparent dressing gown that tied with a sash at her waist. She brushed her black hair and slid her bare feet into a pair of clear vinyl slides with pencil thin very high heels.

  She looked at the king-sized bed and couldn’t believe that a year ago it was where she and Jeff made love and slept and, in the mornings, made love again. His hairbrush and cologne were on the dresser. His robe hung in the closet along with his ties and suits and belts. His golf bag and tennis rackets were in the corner. His smiling photograph was on the nightstand. They’d been so close, so much in love, so happy. She forced back the tears that had started to well up in her eyes.

  From the living room Dolan shouted, “What the hell are you doing in there!”

  Kathy’s head throbbed. The past twelve hours had put an unbearable physical and emotional strain on her. She determined to get this over with as soon as possible. She opened the door and walked down the short hallway and across the living room to stand, head bowed, before the two men. “Show us your cunt,” Dolan ordered. Kathy parted her gown.

  “Ah, that’s nice,” Bennett stepped closer. “When you were a teenager at the country club pool I spent many an afternoon imagining what your sweet young cunt looked like.” He grinned at Dolan. “Smooth, just like a baby’s cheek.” He bent down in front of Kathy, “What’s that little cap thing?”

  “It covers my clitoris. It prevents me from cumming.”

  “I’ll be damned!” Bennett laughed, turning again to Dolan, “She must be one hot little bitch if she hasn’t cum in awhile.” He turned back to Kathy, “Is that right? You hot? You been wanting fucked and not getting fucked?”

  Kathy nodded, not looking up, “Yes, I’m like you say…always wanting to cum.”

  Dolan came forward and reaching out, ran his hand up her bare thigh and over her hip. “Ruben tells us you spend a lot of time on your knees. Is that true?”

  “Yes.”

  “What are you on your knees for, Mrs. Ryan? You praying for the departed soul of your former husband?” Both men laughed.

  It was several moments before Kathy answered. “I’m on my knees because Mr. Ruben makes me suck him.”

  “But you only been with Ruben one afternoon. Did you used to get on your knees to suck off your husband?” Dolan put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Kathy felt his hand on the small of her back. Then, his fingers trailed along the cleft of her ass.

  “No,” she said. “I never did that with Jeff. We never…”

  Bennett interrupted, “So old Ruben’s prick is the only one you sucked? Is that what you’re telling us?”

  Kathy felt the color rising to her cheeks. “No, there were others.”

  She felt the warmth of Dolan’s hand on her ass cheek. He whispered in her ear, “How many, Mrs. Ryan?”

  “I...I…don’t know.”

  Dolan continued to rub her ass, “So, Mrs. Ryan, you go away for a number of months right after your husband dies, and you start sucking cocks and taking it up the ass. Then, someone somewhere installs a metal cap over your clit. That right?”

  His finger pressed against her anal opening. “Yes, that’s right.” She raised her head to look directly at him. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lower lip.

  “What is it you want?” Dolan grinned.

  “Open me, please,” she said. “Open me back there with your finger.”

  He sat down in the leather chair and pulled
her between his spread legs. Slowly, he eased his thick middle finger into her. The intensive training she’d received at the Facility enabled her to tighten and relax her sphincter muscles in a way that drew his finger in deeper and then released it as if she were milking it or sucking it. “Jesus!” he exclaimed. “You gonna do my prick like that?”

  “Yes,” Kathy said, “I’ll do it just like that.”

  “Ask for it.”

  Kathy parted her gown and drew her hands up her body to cup her breasts, “Please, Mr. Dolan, fuck me…fuck my ass.”

  Bennett had come up behind her and reached around to squeeze her nipples. He nuzzled her neck, “What about me, Mrs. Ryan? What about my cock?”

  “In my mouth,” Kathy said. “You can fuck my mouth.”

  “You do us both at the same time?” Dolan asked, his breath coming quickly.

  “Yes,” Kathy leaned over to brush her lips against his, “I’ll do you both at the same time.”

  “Your bed where you made love to your husband?” Bennett pinched her nipples hard.

  Kathy gasped, “Yes, in the bed where I made love to my husband.”

  Bennett pulled her gown down over her shoulders. It dropped to the floor. Naked, except for her heels, Kathy led them to the bedroom. She climbed up on the bed and lifted her buttocks. Both men quickly got out of their pants and shorts as they followed her. Dolan kneeled behind her and fiercely pulled her ass up against his cockhead. She felt its tip touch her anal opening and then with one motion he thrust the full length of his cock into her. Kathy grunted. In front of her was Bennett’s fat white penis, hard and foul smelling. She opened her mouth to receive it. Within three minutes, both men had shot their watery cum into her. She lay on her stomach, exhausted.

  She heard them dress and go out into the living room. “Thank God,” she said to herself. But after a few minutes they returned. She started to roll over and protest. Roughly they pushed her back on her stomach. She felt them cuff her ankles and wrists. Then ropes were pulled through the cuffs and secured to the four bedposts leaving her face down and spread eagled on the bed.

  “Please!” Kathy cried. “I did what you wanted. Please don’t.”

  Dolan stooped down so that his face was close to hers. “Old Ruben told us you like to be whipped after you been ass fucked. Is that right?”

  “No,” Kathy couldn’t hold back the tears, “no, please...I…I’m so very tired, please untie me.”

  Bennett leaned over her. “You calling Simon Ruben a liar? You saying he told us a lie? Maybe we should phone him and find out if he lied to us.”

  Kathy visualized the rats and heard them clawing at their cage. “Oh, God! Please don’t. Don’t call him. He didn’t lie to you. I want to be whipped!”

  “Well then,” Dolan gestured to Bennett who was holding a riding crop, “see if you can lift your ass to invite the whip.” Bennett stood behind her splayed legs. The men had pulled the ropes tight making it difficult for Kathy to raise her buttocks. Straining, she managed to lift slightly.

  “Ask,” Bennett said.

  “Please whip me,” Kathy’s voice was little more than a whisper.

  Bennett counted ten strokes that stripped Kathy’s ass cheeks with red welts. Kathy grunted with each stinging stroke but realized immediately that Bennett had never used a whip before. Dolan took his place and once more demanded that she ask to be whipped.

  “Whip me, Mr. Dolan, please, whip me,” she said. When he finished, her ass was crisscrossed with the welts but she never cried out.

  “Okay,” Dolan said, handing the whip to Bennett. “That’s it, I guess.” He ran his hand over Kathy’s scarlet ass cheek. “Simon Ruben will be sending someone to pick you up in the morning.” He turned back at the doorway, “You had a long day, Mrs. Ryan. Get some rest. You got a big party coming up soon.”

  She heard the front door close and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

  Chapter Four

  Still tied to the bed, Kathy woke early in the morning. She lay there face down for several hours trying to drive the thought of Ruben and his degenerate friends from her mind. In her imagination she kept coming back to the rats. She tugged at the bonds but it was no use.

  Around ten o’clock she heard a car in the driveway. There was a key in the lock and, after a moment, she was surprised and dismayed to see Jane and her grinning son Willy beside her bed. Willy stroked her bare ass. “Ah, dis is fine. Wonder if I can get me some more.”

  Jane pushed him aside. “Got no time for that.” She freed Kathy’s wrists and punched some numbers on the phone. She handed the phone to Kathy, “Mr. Ruben wants to talk to you.”

  Simon’s voice was cheerful, “I trust you had a good night’s sleep. Dolan and Bennett gave me a satisfactory report. What did you enjoy most, my dear, sucking cock, taking it up the ass, or the whip?”

  “None of it. Your friends are hateful and cruel,” she said in a monotone.

  “You forget your place, Mrs. Ryan.” The anger in his voice was real. “I want a better answer, and I want to be addressed with affection.”

  Kathy paused, regaining her composure. She imagined the pig-like man on the other end of the line, his bug eyes, his heavy sagging jowls, his wet pendulous lips. “I’m sorry,” she hesitated trying to think of an affectionate word. She repeated “I’m sorry,” and forced herself to say, “honey… The whip. I liked the whip.”

  He chuckled, “I would enjoy seeing you whipped. Perhaps I’ll have Jane whip you tonight while you’re sucking me off. Would you like that? A complete answer, Mrs. Ryan.”

  She looked up into Jane’s stern face than turned her head, “Yes, I’d like it.”

  “Affection, Mrs. Ryan, you keep forgetting. And tell me exactly what you’d like and when. Speak loud enough for Jane and Willy to hear you.”

  Kathy fought against the tears that were welling up, “Yes, dear Simon, I would like Jane to whip me tonight while I…while I…am sucking you off.”

  Jane smiled and Willy laughed out loud. “That’s the correct answer,” Ruben said, “naked on your knees, your soft lips, warm and wet, sliding over my prick. Ah, yes, I can’t tell you how much pleasure it gives me to have you completely under my control. It will be our little ritual. Every night I’ll point to the floor and you will drop your knees and crawl to me. You will part your pretty lips for my prick and suck, yes, suck me till I cum in your mouth. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan?”

  She wanted to smash the phone. She wanted to scream obscenities at the fat pervert. Instead she said, “Yes, that’s right.”

  “Must I keep reminding you, terms of affection, I want to hear terms of affection every time you speak to me!” He had become angry again. “Are you looking forward to sharing my bed? Are you prepared to crawl to me? Are you anxious to service me with your mouth, tell me?”

  “Yes, dear Simon, I want to share your bed. I look forward to servicing you in every way you wish.” She could sense that he wanted to hear more, “I...I’ll crawl to you. I’ll come naked into your bed and make love to you. I’ll kiss you…kiss you everywhere.” She was terrified at the prospect of offering her body to this sadistic old bastard. His fat white body stunk of sweat, his pendulous lips were always wet with spittle, his cruel eyes seemed to devour her. To crawl to him, to lie naked next to him in his bed, to kiss him was unimaginable. And yet, she knew that’s how it would be. But horrible as imagining it was, she felt a stirring inside her.

  “That’s better,” he said gruffly. After a moment, he continued, “There’s been a change in plans. I’m canceling tonight’s festivities.” Kathy couldn’t believe what he’d said.

  “You mean the dinner party with all your friends?”

  “Yes, I’m postponing it until the following Friday. Dolan tells me there’s a reunion dance at the country club…that your former classmates and closest friends will be attending tonight. I pulled some strings so that you, Sheila and I can be there.”

  Kathy felt her mouth go dry. She sque
ezed her eyes shut and felt her heart pounding… Finally, she was able to speak, “Oh God, please, Simon, not that…I couldn’t, not there before Jeff’s best friends and mine, before our former classmates…please Simon, I’ll do anything, anything you want but…”

  “You’re in no position to bargain, you ungrateful bitch! The rats are hungry and there’s a black dwarf somewhere hoping for a phone call from me. He’s anxious to beat your sister senseless.” He waited.

  “I’m sorry” Kathy whispered. “I’ll do what you wish.”

  “Jane has the clothes you’re to wear and instructions you’re to follow. She has a little speech on a piece of paper. You’re to say it to me now, and say it like you mean it. You will repeat it to Sheila in the car tonight on our way to the country club.”

  Kathy looked up at Jane who handed her a half sheet of paper. As Kathy read the words to herself, she shook her head and the tears ran down her cheeks.

  “I’m waiting!” Ruben shouted.

  Kathy swallowed, trying to see the blurring words through her tears, “I promise, dear Simon, on my husband’s grave that in my words and actions I will show everyone at the country club that I honor you and have quickly fallen in love with you. I will let them know that I’ve given myself to you, that you excite me more than any man ever has. I’ll admit to them that I have been attracted to you since I was in high school. I’ll say I’m proud to be your woman. I will let them know that I truly admire and honor your niece, Sheila. I will let it be known that I’m physically attracted to her. By the end of the evening, dear Simon, I promise my friends will see that I am completely devoted to you and grateful to be allowed to serve your niece in any way I can.”

  “Yes, that’s better,” he said. “I suggest you spend most of the day imagining how you are going to demonstrate your affection for me. You might also consider ways by which you are going to show that you now subservient to Sheila. I want them to see that she has captivated and conquered you just as she once captivated and conquered your husband. Obey her tonight. Defer always to her.” He chuckled, “You are to run and fetch for her, yes, Mrs. Ryan, you are to run and fetch for Sheila.” He paused again.