I had a serious case of the giggles by the time we finally left the club. We wandered around the parking lot for a while. No one seemed to remember where they’d left their car, but no one was too distressed about it.
Finally, when the parking lot had pretty much emptied, we stumbled upon Rance’s car.
I was definitely drunk, but not too drunk to recognize a brand spanking new Mercedes.
It almost sobered me.
Rance pointed his clicker at it and unlocked the doors. A good natured argument ensued while they discussed whether I’d sit in the back with Trey and Nick, or in the front with Rance and Jerico.
Somehow, I found myself wedged between Trey and Nick in the back seat. I gave Rance my address and he drove off.
We drove for quite some time. It seemed like rather a long time to me, but I really couldn’t see much from where I was sitting, and, truthfully, was still too inebriated to focus very well. Finally, I decided to voice my doubts. “We should be pretty close to my place now.”
Rance glanced back at me. “I’m going to stop by my place first. It won’t take long. You don’t mind, do you?”
The next day was my day off. It really didn’t matter, except that I found that I was tired now and wanted to go to bed. I told him I was fine with it.
I fell asleep, although, all things considered ‘passed out’ might have been a more accurate description.
When I woke it was as if I’d stepped through a hole into another dimension, or another world.
I felt drugged, disoriented. It took an effort to open my eyes.
When I was finally able to focus my vision I only became more disoriented. I should have been looking up at the ceiling. Instead, after several moments passed, I realized I was staring down at the floor.
This so defied logic that I spent several minutes trying to figure it out before I decided to look around.
The room I found myself in was dark. The lighting was strange, and I finally realized it was a black light. Around me, the room seemed to be painted in unrelieved black, the floor, the walls … I discovered I couldn’t see the ceiling.
I discovered I couldn’t move at all.
Someone, however, had noticed that I was awake—not too alert, but awake.
“Welcome to the dungeon.”
I jerked, instantly recognizing Rance’s voice. Turning my head as far as I was able, I saw a figure in the dark. Slowly, he began to move forward, nodding to someone I couldn’t see.
I heard a sound, mechanical in nature, and felt myself slowly coming upright.
I was too stunned by what I saw, however, to pay much attention at first.
The voice was familiar. The figure approaching me wasn’t.
He was almost completely naked. Dark leather bands crisscrossed a broad, muscular chest. Silver studs formed a pattern along the bands, but they looked rather more like thorns than beads, which seemed an odd sort of ornamentation. As he moved closer, I realized that his groin area was bare. Two thin straps were wrapped around the tops of his thighs, but they seemed designed to cup his sex, making it more noticeable.
He was semi-erect and it was an intimidating sight. Fully erect, his cock must be huge.
I couldn’t help but stare at it. I was twenty years past my virginity, but I had never seen but one in my entire life before and my former husband’s cock looked like a child’s toy beside the jutting monster staring at me now with one dark eye.
“The rules of the dungeon are simple. I am the dungeon master. If you please me, you will be rewarded. If you displease me, you will be punished. Do you understand?”
I looked at him blankly. In truth, he might have been speaking a foreign language.
I discovered then that he was holding a whip. He snapped it. “Do you understand?”
I gulped, suddenly terrified. “I … uh….”
“Silence slave! You are not to speak unless I give you permission.”
It took me a few moments to figure that one out. Finally, I nodded.
He smiled. I had been so mesmerized by his cock that I hadn’t realized until that moment that he was wearing some sort of hood. It covered his head and the upper part of his face, with cut outs for his eyes, leaving only the lower part of his face completely visible.
My heart thudded against my chest wall in fright. I gasped for air, but couldn’t seem to pull enough into my lungs. Something was constricting my ribs, but I couldn’t move my head enough to see what it was.
Rance—the dungeon master—seemed to sense my fear and confusion. He nodded, apparently another signal. The room brightened slightly, enough that the walls became visible—and the other three men.
Each was dressed in leather, similar to Rance, but each costume was slightly different. Neither Trey or Nick wore hoods, but they were wearing masks that covered the upper part of their faces.
It didn’t matter. I was no longer disoriented. I knew that I had become captive to the four young men from the nightclub.
What I didn’t know, and very much feared, was what they intended to do with me.
I was not left to wonder long, however.
As if on cue, they stepped aside and I found that I was staring at a woman I didn’t recognize. She was bound, spread eagle, to some sort of x shaped contraption, her wrists and ankles manacled. Except for the glistening black corset that covered her from just below her breasts to about mid-way down her hips, she was naked, her sex shaved and as bare as a child’s. Her hair was blond, hanging loosely around her shoulders.
I turned my head to look at Rance.
She turned her head, as well.
I knew then that I was staring into a mirror. I’d guessed as much but hadn’t wanted to accept it.
“I don’t understand. What’s going on? What’re you doing?”
“Silence! You are not to speak unless you are given permission!”
My jaw dropped as the whip snaked out, striking me on the thigh. I winced, expecting momentarily to feel pain. It stung, but, thankfully, it was not a leather whip as I’d feared. It was soft—cloth?
Relief flooded through me. It must be some sort of game then. Maybe they didn’t intend to actually hurt me—the question was, what did they intend to do?
I had a fair notion that I knew what it was, but could not decide how I felt about it.
Dimly, it occurred to me that I should be terrified, outraged, furious. Instead, curiosity seemed to be uppermost—well, anticipation, hopefulness, but definitely curiosity placed somewhere in there.
“Move the slave to the table,” Rance commanded.
At once, Trey and Nick stepped forward, knelt and released my legs from the manacles. When they stood up again, they reached for the manacles on my wrists. I tried to pull free then, giving in to my instinct to flee, but they held me firmly, half carried, half dragged me over to a small bench.
I was forced down on it, face down. My wrists were secured once more, this time to a bar that extended to either side of the bench. There were metal rings on either side of the corset I was wearing. I’d noticed them, but hadn’t considered what they might be for.
I discovered that they were not for ornamentation when the two men clamped them to the table, making sure that I was firmly grounded at the waist.
They grasped my ankles then, spreading my legs so wide my groin muscles complained. Manacles were secured around my ankles and I discovered I couldn’t put my legs together. I retained some movement, but not enough to kick out at either of them.
The bench was padded but far from comfortable. It was short, about the same length as the corset I was wearing. My head, shoulders and breasts dangled unsupported at one end, my hips at the other.
I would’ve been embarrassed at my predicament at any other time, but just now I was too stunned to feel embarrassed.
Rance moved to stand in front of me. His cock was just below my face. It filled my vision, driving thought from my brain.
“You will please me and my friends, slave. Do y
ou understand?”
He repeated the phrase twice before it sank in. I nodded, finally, for it had been born in rather clearly that they would not all be here if they did not all expect to enjoy themselves. The only point I wasn’t certain of was what I’d be expected to do besides lay there and let them please themselves.
The whip slashed across my bare buttocks. This time it definitely stung and I realized it could hurt if he wanted it to. “Do you understand?”
I nodded more vigorously.
I could hear movement around me and braced myself, knowing any minute I’d feel penetration as they took turns with me. I should have been horrified at the idea, but the plain fact was that I had grown accustomed to having sex while I was married. I had not had so much as a boyfriend since I’d been banished from paradise. I was needy.
These men were absolutely gorgeous, each one of them, and I had been told I would have them all.
I wondered if I should object, just on principle, but decided that I’d much rather have the sex than another swat with Rance’s damned whip.
I waited, feeling my sex grow damp with anticipation.
Moments passed, and still I waited. Finally, Jerico came and sat cross legged beneath me. In a moment, Nick joined him. Rance was still in front of me so I supposed Trey was to be first.
I was a little puzzled by that. Rance seemed to be the leader—had called himself dungeon master—so why wouldn’t he be first?
Not that I was particularly anxious to have him fuck me. His cock was so huge it was downright intimidating. I’d had ample opportunity to study all of them. Not one was suffering in manliness … the smallest of them was far above what I’d heard was supposed to be average … but Rance was still noticeably bigger and I was more than a little unnerved by his command that I must pleasure them all when all included taking on something that huge.
I felt the bench I was on tilting slowly until my hips were lifted so high I had to come up on tiptoe, and still it rose. It stopped when my toes left the floor, when I no longer had any sort of balance or leverage. The chains holding the manacles around my ankles were pulled taunt as it rose up and I found I could no longer move my legs in any direction.
The front had tilted down.
Rance’s cock nudged my chin.
I waited tensely, wondering if I would be commanded to receive before I felt Trey’s cock penetrate my sex. Everything so far had been disturbingly ritualistic, so I would not have been surprised if that had been the case. I wanted him to. I wanted to enjoy it, but a serious case of nerves had dried the moisture in my sex as it had the moisture in my mouth.
Trey was big, not quite as huge as Rance, but still considerably bigger than I was used to. It was bound to hurt when he penetrated me if I remained dry.
I jumped when something hot and moist covered the nipple of one breast. A sharp stab of pleasure radiated outward from that point. I looked down and saw that Nick had taken my nipple and was suckling on it. He cupped my breast, massaging it, running the edge of his teeth over my distended nipple. Jerico cupped my other breast as I watched and he too lifted his head, closing his mouth over my other nipple, sucking hard. Twin bolts of hot sensation shot through me with such intensity that I closed my eyes, feeling faint. After a moment, I opened my eyes, watching, feeling my pleasure intensify. Heat rolled through me in waves. My sex flooded with the need for possession.
This then, was why I had been placed on the board, so that my breasts swung free. I hadn’t realized until that moment how very accessible they had made me so that each of them could do as he pleased with me without hindrance, if I had felt inclined to fight, without discomfort or a great deal of effort.
It was dizzying, having both breasts finessed at once, each in a different way. Nick tended to bite, almost to the point of pain. Jerico sucked almost to the point of pain, but it never went beyond the ‘almost’ and it was the most pleasure I’d ever received with a man’s mouth, tongue and teeth. Either one would have been pleasurable. Both together sent my senses reeling.
Rance cupped my chin, forcing me to lift my head. I looked up at him, my eyelids half closed at the intense pleasure traveling through me from my breasts to my sex. He nudged my mouth with his cock. Dizzy by now with pleasure, I looked at his hard erection. I knew what he wanted. I realized I wanted it too. I opened my mouth wide.
He grasped my hair, pushing his cock deeply inside my mouth.
He was huge. I thought for several moments I wouldn’t be able to take him inside my mouth, but my jaws finally relaxed with the movement as he slipped in and then out again. I was a little surprised to discover that he tasted wonderful, felt wonderful. Aroused by what I was doing, and the sounds of his pleasure, I sucked him, closed my mouth and tongue around him, enjoying the feel and taste of him as he moved slowly in and out, controlling my movements.
Jerico and Nick suckled my breasts, building the pleasure inside of me. In a moment, I felt Trey behind me, pushing his cock into my sex. I nearly came then, but fought off the climax, determined to enjoy it for as long as possible before I allowed myself to cum.
It was wild. I’d never imagined anything in the world like it, having attention lavished so heavily on me that I had pleasure pounding away at me from every direction.
And pounding was the only way to describe it. There was no long, drawn out building of tension. I experienced no wavering dips from pleasure to disinterest and back again that made me wonder if I would be able to achieve climax. Pleasure shot through me the moment Jerico and Nick closed their mouths around each of my nipples. It assaulted me more powerfully when I took Rance’s cock into my mouth to suckle it. It crashed through me when I felt Trey shove his huge cock inside my sex, thrusting hard, fast and deep.
Despite my best efforts, it all felt too good to control my assent toward culmination. Within minutes I knew I was racing rapidly toward my climax.
With a guttural cry, Rance came. I felt his cock throbbing, knew explosion was imminent, but I could not escape him, knew that he would cum in my mouth—something I had never allowed.
To my surprise, when he came, it was almost electrifying. It sent my own pleasure to the summit. My climax burst upon me so hard I thought for a moment my heart would stop. It was such an explosion that my brain seemed to dissolve. I almost blacked out, only dimly aware that Trey had cum almost at the same moment that I had, almost in a domino effect.
I became aware of my surroundings again only dimly when I felt something warm and wet against my sex. Someone was bathing the juices of my orgasm and Trey’s from my sex. I was patted dry. The cloth sent echoes of pleasure through me, but I was sated, exhausted, too weak to move even if it had been allowed.
I found I was still strapped to the bench. The muscles along my inner thighs quivered, but my legs were still splayed wide, my sex open and vulnerable to penetration, my ankles bound, my wrists. I hung limply, but I could not move.
The men, I realized after some moments, had changed places.
I wanted to protest. I was through. I had pleasured both Rance and Trey. I knew both of them had cum when I had. Rance had said that I must pleasure them all, but my body was still quaking with aftershocks. I didn’t think I was up to another round after the most explosive climax I’d ever experienced in my life.
I discovered it wasn’t my choice.
Trey and Rance took the positions that Jerico and Nick had occupied before. The very moment I felt their mouths close over my nipples, waves of enjoyment quaked through me. I felt my sex grow moist again, despite my will, felt anticipation grow inside of me.
Weakly, I lifted my head. Nick stood before me. His cock was fully erect. It was not quite as big as Rance’s, but still big and almost as long as Rance’s.
My jaws ached, but I opened my mouth and took him.
I jerked reflexively when I felt a mouth cover my clit. The pleasure raised goosebumps all over me. Again, to my surprise, I found myself climbing toward climax as his tongue worked its magic on my
formerly sated nub. I began to suckle the cock in my mouth more enthusiastically as the waves of pleasure washing through me began building, suffusing me with heat.
I had could feel myself nearing culmination when his mouth left my clit. A shiver chased up my spine as cool air dried the moisture on my sex. And then I felt Jerico push the head of his cock against me, nudging the folds of flesh, slowly penetrating my sex. My muscles clenched around his erection. Wet as I was, it took an effort for him to push inside me and his erection filled me to an aching fullness when he had at last sunk fully inside me. My kegel muscles seized his rigid flesh in a choke hold, clenching and unclenching in pleasure.
As much as I was enjoying decadent sex without the guilt of appearing eager, I was almost sorry that I could do nothing more than receive. I desperately wanted to move with him, against him, to have some control of the speed of his rhythm, the depth of his penetration. I tilted my hips up the best I could, urging him to take me hard, to give me all he had. As if he sensed my eagerness, he thrust hard and deep, so deep I thought I’d die … and all I could think was that I wanted more.
I soon realized I had only thought I had reached the best climax of my life. This time when I reached the breaking point it was so hard I would’ve screamed when I climaxed, the pleasure was so intense, but my mouth was full of cock. Instead, I groaned, closing my mouth around it, sucking hard as rapture seemed to consume me. I felt his cock jerk, and his juices streamed down my throat as Nick climaxed with me. A moment later, as I was drifting down, I heard Jerico cry out. His hips slammed against me, lifting my hips upward, then he slumped over my back, breathing heavily against my ear.
Spent, I concentrated on trying to catch my breath.
My breathing had not even begun to return to normal when the men once more changed positions.
Again, I was bathed and dried. Again, the men took up their positions around me.
If I had had the energy, I think I would have protested. If anyone had asked me, I would have said that I was incapable of enjoying any further sexual encounters—for the moment anyway.
They didn’t ask. They simply began to work on me again. To my surprise, and at least a little dismay, my body responded as if I had had no sex in years and was desperately needy.
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