Knotted Pleasure

by Powerone

  "You're looking good, Kiley. I hope your money problems have been solved." He noticed a change in her about five months ago. She no longer had a worried look on her face and she appeared to be more carefree. Maybe not only money problems had been solved, but hopefully she found a good man.

  "Good evening, Dr. Rosenthal." She shook his hand, but this time she was more comfortable with an older man. Before she was always in awe of them, now she knew that they were in awe of her. Her new found sexuality had been coming in handy. "Yes, it is taken care of."

  "I hope Cynthia was able to help you. She can be an important 62

  asset in the future."

  "She was instrumental in steering me in the right direction. She is very astute. In fact, I was hoping to see her tonight."

  "Look no longer, she just arrived. Surprise, she brought her husband Michael with her."

  Kiley turned to watch them enter, but it was Michael that she saw first. He looked nothing like the Michael she met. The build was the same, but he looked harmless and gentle, not the brute that took her and bound her to the bed. She looked down, but there was no indication of his cock. She could almost feel her fingers curling around it, or the taste of it in her mouth. "Excuse me, Dr. Rosenthal."

  She left him and walked over to greet Cynthia.

  Cynthia looked up to see Kiley walking over. She looked good, too good. She smiled at her as she approached. "Hello, Kiley. Let me introduce you to my husband, Michael." She felt a twinge of jealousy when they shook hands, their hands touching for too long of a time.

  Her nipples froze into hard nuggets the minute his hand touched her. Her panties grew wet as though Kiley was trained to be sexually responsive the minute he touched her. His hand squeezed hers, harder than needed, but she liked that he was asserting his authority over her.

  "I heard so much about you, it's as though I had met you before." She hated when he took his hand away, seeing his eyes starting blatantly at her hard nipples. How she wished he would squeeze them just as hard as he shook hands with her.

  "Yes, Cynthia told me a lot about you. She says that you are the most promising student at this school, far more mature then your age."

  He could see the way Cynthia looked at the both of them. Their encounter was a one-time thing and she had no intentions of sharing him with Kiley or having it happen again. "You'll have to excuse me, I see Dr. Rosenthal. I am sure he is looking for a new donation." He walked away, not turning around. His cock was growing hard and he needed to put Kiley out of his head.

  "Would you like to have a drink with me, Cynthia? In private."

  Kiley took charge.

  "Of course, Kiley. I must say you do look enticing." She 63

  whispered into her ear as they began to walk away. "Sex has made a woman out of you."

  "Yes it has, very much so." Kiley got a glass of wine for Cynthia, a Coke for herself as they snuck off into one of the small conference rooms. She shut the door behind them.

  "Has money done everything you desired?" Cynthia saw her cross her legs, but not before her skirt pulled out of the way and Cynthia could catch a passing glimpse between her legs. She had learned to use her sexuality.

  "Yes, and I don't know how to thank you. I no longer have money problems."

  "No need to thank me, you fulfilled your end of the bargain admirably. All parties involved were pleasured. Do you have a new problem? Something I might help you with?" Cynthia was puzzled, expecting that Kiley had everything she wanted in life.

  "Yes," pausing while she gathered her words carefully. "I was wondering… maybe you know someone, a man… that might be interested in the pleasure of a young girl." She knew as soon as she said it that it didn't come out right.

  "I'm not sure what you're asking Kiley. As far as I know, you are no longer a virgin in any place that matters. I don't know what you have to offer that would be of particular interest or that anyone would be willing to pay any substantial sum to acquire. I thought you had enough money?"

  "I'm sorry, that came out wrong. I'm not looking for you to be a pimp for me. No, that didn't come out any better." She was digging a deeper hole every time she opened her mouth.

  "Slow down, Kiley. Take a deep breath and tell me what you want." Cynthia was now intrigued.

  She finally decided to say it, to blurt it out, even though it sounded so decadent. "I want a man, an older man. Someone that will pay me to have his way with me in any manner he wants." She felt a drop of sweat on her forehead as soon as the words came out of her mouth. It sounded even worse out loud, but there was no taking it back.

  "Interesting, Kiley. You do realize that you can't make the kind of 64

  money that you did when you sold your virginities?"

  "Yes, I know. But I am still young and fresh, slightly used. I suspect that an older man might pay fifty-thousand dollars to have the opportunity to do anything he wants to me for twelve hours." Her mind was on track now, back to analyzing the situation.

  "Yes, you are a very lovely young girl, but I suspect the price would be more like twenty-five thousand dollars. After all, there are lots of girls that would do it for nothing to meet a man with money."

  "Yes, but they would go to bed with him for nothing. I am giving him a girl with no boundaries, but twenty-five thousand dollars is reasonable." So were they negotiating now?

  "Even at that price, I suspect she would have to accommodate two men, two older men."

  She never thought of two men at once, trying to imagine what two men could do to her that one couldn't. Both could be inside her at once, her mouth, her pussy or her ass. Two cocks to contend with at once. "That is not beyond the realm of comprehension."

  Cynthia could see something in Kiley that she didn't realize before.

  "If I said that I could find such men, but they would not pay you, would you accept?"

  Kiley didn't have to think or even try to lie. It was as though Cynthia knew her secret. "Yes."

  "I think I can find such men and they would pay you twenty-five thousand dollars, just don't tell them your secret. I think they like paying better, no problems with them in a moral dilemma. They can do anything they want to you without feeling bad about it."

  "Soon?"

  "Yes, next week if you like. I think your classes are off for a week, aren't they?" Cynthia knew exactly who she would approach. They were older then Michael, but they were just as capable as satisfying her. More than she could even expect. "You do realize that anything means anything. There is something to be said about pain while sexually aroused. It can be very intoxicating."

  Michael had spanked her, not only her ass, but her anus and pussy.

  Kiley felt the perverse pleasure in the pain of being sexually abused.

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  Would these men want even more? Would I be bound and unable to stop them? She thought of being alone in a room with two strange men that would sexually take her in any manner, fearing for her safety, but isn't that how it was with Michael? She didn't know that it was him; she thought she was being raped by a cruel stranger, yet he made her cum and perform for him. It would be the same; the fear was an aphrodisiac that had excited her. "Next week would be good, real good. Call me and tell me when and where."

  "Don't disappoint me, Kiley," Cynthia warned her, but she knew that it would not be a problem. Once she showed up, it would be out of her hands. The men would see to that. Cynthia was a bit jealous, bound and stripped naked for two strange men. She would be lucky to get out in twelve hours, though Cynthia doubted she would complain.

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  The parking lot of the warehouse was dark and empty as Kiley pulled in. She was glad that she had bought a car with her new found wealth, feeling a little more secure it in. There was one lone light at the door. Kiley was almost afraid to get out of the car, looking around, but the lot was completely empty and not many places for a person to hide. She had Mace in her pocketbook, just in case. She took three deep breaths, filling her lungs. She got out of the
car and raced to the door. She saw the keypad, putting in the numbers that she had memorized. The keypad came alive with light and then the door clicked. She hastily opened it, slipped inside and pulled it closed until she heard the safety of the click as it locked behind her. She looked around, the hallway empty, but at least it was lit. At the end of the hallway was a single door. Her heels clicked on the tile floor. She wondered if they would be here already, though she didn't see any other cars. Cynthia gave Kiley no indication of whom she would submit to, Kiley almost glad, though the fear drove her adrenalin and her arousal. The warehouse was big and almost empty. It was not used by a business, not with the ropes that hung down from the ceiling or the candles that burned from the many tall candelabra's that rose up from the floor. This was used for a different purpose, more nefarious. The 66

  ropes were there to hold someone secure in them. Tonight it would be Kiley. Someone had been here not long ago, the candles barely burned down, though Kiley didn't hear a single sound. She saw the chair in the center of the room, a single wooden chair, surrounded by flickering candles. On the chair was a note; beneath it was a black negligee. Kiley picked up the note and read it.

  "Put the negligee on and sit in the chair and wait. Nothing but the negligee!"

  Kiley picked it up. It had black spaghetti straps and she put it up against her. It wouldn't cover much and the note was adamant about nothing else. She would be naked beneath it. The men would not be wasting time with preliminaries such as stripping her. She walked over to a table, looking around the room, almost ashamed as she started taking off her clothes. Would they be watching me? She had tried to dress sexily, but as she took off the lacey bra and panties and stood naked, she knew it wasn't needed. She slid the negligee over her head, the silky material sliding down over her breasts like it was slippery, but it didn't fail to make her nipples hard. Or were they already that way? Standing up, the negligee barely covered her crotch. Sitting down it would do little to hide anything. She left her clothes and returned to the chair. She sat down, feeling the cold wood on her half naked body. She looked down, the front of the negligee leaving a lot of cleavage showing. Someone behind her would almost be able to see down the front of it. She put her hands in her lap, between her tightly clenched thighs, waiting.

  It must have been ten minutes before she heard a noise. She should be cold in the damp warehouse, but she wasn't, not sure if it was the fear of the unknown that drove the warmth in her body. She looked around and saw a presence in the darkness walking towards her. Not two, but one. A sudden coldness swept over her. How would I know this is the one that paid for me? He came into view, the candles flickering an eerie light on him, making him more sinister than he probably was. He was wearing all black. He wasn't a big and powerful as Michael, a bit older, though Kiley had a hard time judging an older man's age. At least he wasn't fat or flabby, his waist trim. He 67

  had graying black hair. He wasn't smiling. It was an instinct that she picked up since the day with Michael. Her gaze went to the front of his pants. There was no doubt he was aroused by her, a lump clearing reflected. She hoped that he was as hard and virile as Michael. She sat frozen to the chair, her hands sweating as he moved behind her.

  Not a word was said.

  Bill's hands went to her neck, touching the silky skin, a blue spark flying off his fingertip onto her skin. She jumped slightly from his touch, but she didn't move. He looked down at her body, nice firm tits beneath the thin negligee, nipples hard and pointed already apparent.

  Her hands were in her lap, but he saw the lovely legs naked before him. Cynthia was correct; the woman had a desirous body.

  His hand slid under her neck, forcing her head up to look at him.

  She felt his fingers around her neck, a tremor of fear, large fingers capable of choking her if he desired. Kiley felt his other hand grab her hair, pulling it back, feeling the follicles pull from her scalp until her head was almost pointed up at the ceiling, staring into his face.

  Both hands went around her neck, his lips coming down until she felt him kiss her forehead. His kiss was soft, but his hands on her neck was demanding and scaring her. Her body didn't know how to respond. Her body froze as his hand slid over her upper chest, her naked upper chest. She felt it find one of the spaghetti straps and slid it off of her shoulders. She couldn't see, but she felt one side of the negligee slipping down. Was one of my breasts naked for him already?

  Bill looked down at her, the negligee ready to slip off and reveal her lovely breast. First he wanted her more secure. He pulled her arms behind her, grabbing her at her elbows and bending them behind the chair until her wrists met. The chair was equipped for her enslavement, a pair of handcuffs dangling through one of the chair slats. It took only a second to snap them shut on her wrists. Kiley made no attempt to stop him, in fact it was almost as if she welcomed it.

  Kiley's panties would have been drenched if she were wearing any, but the moment he bound her wrists behind her back it, her pussy was 68

  soaked in desire. She hadn't noticed the handcuffs on the chair, but she felt the cold metal dig into her wrists. When he released her arms, she was bound, unable to move her hands. She pressed her legs together tight, her back straight, her breasts feeling like they were protruding obscenely. She saw him as he moved in front of her, staring down at her, Kiley helpless and half naked for him. She shivered in fear when his hand touched her leg, large fingers sliding behind her knee. She didn't fight him as he pulled one of her legs up until her foot could sit on the edge of the chair set. He looked down at her as she felt the rush of air between her legs. Kiley knew the negligee did no good any longer with her leg up high. Her pussy was opened up. She expected him to step back and admire the view, but she stared into his face as his hand descended on her naked chest, sliding back and forth until one spaghetti strap was pushed completely of her shoulders and slid down her arm. He moved behind her, holding her head back to stare into his eyes, but she knew one of her breasts were free of the flimsy garment and was exposed.

  Bill caressed her neck, his face moving close to hers, hearing her rapid breathing, but his hand slid down until he found her naked breast, his hand cupping the full, firm flesh. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as his fingers caressed and explored every inch of it, her nipple not immune to his touch, springing to a greater hardness as his fingers gripped the hard, rubbery flesh tightly.

  Kiley was ready to cum by time his hand left her naked breast, feeling the excitement of being bound and so casually caressed. She didn't dare move her leg as his hand slid down over her belly. She couldn't contain her own lust when his fingers sought out her open and wet pussy, two fingers sliding along her slit, up and down with such pleasure. She moaned loudly, her one leg on the chair bowing out wider to give him greater access to all that she had. She felt the sudden disappointment when his hands left her wet and wanting.

  Bill walked in front of her, seeing the lust in her eyes. His hand went for her other leg, but she was already lifting it up, his job easier as he placed her other foot on the chair set. He bowed her legs out wider until her naked pussy was spread open for him. He looked 69

  down at her pussy, all pink and wet for him.

  Kiley hoped he would touch her there; her legs spread so wantonly, her pussy begging for the attention of his fingers again. His face was only inches from her, but he moved away, moving behind her as she sat in the chair, her legs perched on the seat and her pussy opened up for the world to see. Then she saw in the darkness in front of her. He moved closer. It was the other man. He wore black like the one behind her. He was about the same age and build, but this one was more anxious. He was staring between her legs as her naked pussy, but his hand was stroking a naked cock in front of him that was growing with each stroke. This would be one of the cocks that would enter her. She could almost taste it in her mouth. He was big and from the look of it, hard. These were the two men that would sexually take her.

  Bill saw Kiley looking at Hank,
how could you not. He was openly stroking his cock as he gazed at her naked beauty, though Bill couldn't fault him. It had been a long time since either one of them had a woman so young and beautiful, never mind that they had no boundaries with her. She was already bound to the chair and almost naked. Bill moved in front of Kiley again, but not before he released the handcuffs from her wrists. There was almost a look of disappointment in her eyes until he walked in front of her, the black, silk rope in his hands. She needed no encouragement, putting her arms outstretched in front of her, her wrists crossed. She was such an erotic sight to behold, her legs spread wide, her pussy revealed, one bare breast hanging proudly as she volunteered to be bound.

  Kiley was almost smiling as she felt the rope around her wrists. It was so soft, yet firm as the man tied it tightly. She looked up as he drew her arms up into the air, and then she saw it. There was a rope with a hook on it hanging from the ceiling. He made short work of hooking her bound wrists. He grabbed the other end of the rope and a pulley began to pull tight until her arms were stretched up high. Now she was completely at his mercy, her arms bound above her, her body spread before him. She felt the terror when she saw the slim, shiny knife in his hand, but it went to the negligee, making short work of the 70

  flimsy material. It fell away, both of her breasts naked, the knife slicing lower until it slid all the way to the hem and cut it completely open. She was now completely naked to him, her breasts revealed, her legs spread wide. She was at his mercy, but instead of terror, she wished he would touch her, her breasts, her pussy, anything, wanting to feel the touch of a man's demanding hands on her bound body.