Stripped - Complete Series

by Lucia Jordan

  “But we trust you,” Tristan said, hand trailing up her quivering thigh in that possessive, feral way that stirred the flames in her belly. “Rebecca…others were just the wrong fit. There was simply no one we wanted to stick with for the long term. We simply weren’t ready to compromise. And yet, Alec and I knew it was just a matter of patience and resolve.”

  “We showed up at that blind date not really looking for anything. Never guessing we would finally find the one that would be perfect for us,” said Alec, patting down the waves of her hair as they spread over her shoulders. Then his smoky grey eyes looked up to meet hers and it was like a spear of heat shearing through her bones.

  “We just need to know if you think we’re the perfect Masters for you.”

  Rebecca drew in a shuddering breath. She knew this was a big step, what they were asking of her. This went far beyond sharing fantasies. Things had moved to the realm of real life. Committing. She knew such relationships existed; knew exactly what it entailed.

  For the past three months the brothers built up her imaginations, those inner whisperings and ramped them into irrepressible urges that only they were truly able to exploit.

  She knew that if she wanted to dwell in her new-found persona of submissive, she wouldn’t have better Doms to share it with. Alec and Tristan were always able to answer whatever questions she ever had; they talked about her emotions, her personality and her fantasies. They asked questions that were pertinent, even invasive which showed they cared about her day-to-day even when she wasn’t with them.

  She couldn’t hide the truth from them. About how much she wanted this to mean.

  The look in their eyes; strong, compelling…blended in with the touch of their hands on hers. Infiltrating her mentally and emotionally.

  Now as they spoke to her she felt penetrated from all directions; her body tingling as their questions and words made her mind wander even beyond the touch of their hands. Her head went right on swimming.

  “Well…I don’t really have a complicated life to wrap up,” Rebecca began haltingly when the brothers paused to let her respond. “So it wouldn’t be such a problem to go along with…everything you both suggested. I mean my rented apartment for one; I could easily give notice on that, and move my stuff into storage.”

  When she paused, Alec put in, “We didn’t mean to spring this on you. You can take all the time you want to think about it.”

  But even before he finished the sentence, she was shaking her head. They’d put a lot of thought into this; the contract, the collar. She looked from one to the other and she felt her heart sing. How could they not care? They had to.

  “I don’t need any time,” she whispered, and looked up at her glinty-eyed lovers. “This is what I want too, very much.”

  She couldn’t tell them she also wanted a lot more. Wanted to feel like she mattered as much more than their “property”. And when she saw the pleasure in their expression when they heard her reply, she told herself she had more than enough reason to keep saying ‘yes’ to these irresistible two.

  From the beginning she’d warned herself to face the fact that neither of them were exactly the type for sentimental frills. They weren’t going to get ‘caught up in the moment’ and give her a whirlwind romance. Alec and Tristan seemed too practical-minded for that.

  As always, she pushed any such thoughts far away; before they could set any negative mold in her mind. She’d been so sure they’d have tired of her by now and moved on to something or someone new.

  Yet they’d just told her she was their perfect choice; and that they wanted her to be with them long-term. It wasn’t a declaration of undying devotion; it certainly wasn’t a promise of forever. But sometimes, life tasted so much better when you focused on the here and now.

  And here, now, as Alec and Tristan finally led her to their newly prepared playroom, Rebecca felt the greatest excitement of all knowing they were about to pass a new threshold into discovery - in more ways than one.

  *

  Rebecca was wearing her new collar when she went into the equally newly appointed dungeon/playroom.

  Her breath caught the moment she looked inside, and found she wasn’t surprised by what she saw. The room had been designed and portrayed just like she’d expected from persons who knew how to pay attention to detail; who showed refinement in all things.

  Could a place of pain be called beautiful? This dungeon playroom would fit that description perfectly. An array of leather, metal and wood set the framework for the large enclosure. No wonder they’d taken so much time and discretion to have this place done. There’d hardly be any need to use the any of the commercial dungeons or private club playrooms the brothers had taken her to occasionally in the past. Now they had everything they could possibly need right in this room. No fetish; no fantasy would go uncatered to in such a place. The atmosphere itself crackled with a dark, sensuous and dangerous presence; an unseen force that all at once, set her at peace even as she shivered in fearsome anticipation.

  The brothers came in after her and the door closed behind them. They smiled when she told them how perfect it all was. Better than even her wildest imaginations.

  The opulent bed, the various traditional BDSM fittings and accessories…the toys and props all on display…It was a true torture chamber, not softened even by the glossy cherry painted concrete walls, or silk beddings and curtains. Sin and danger of the most intimate kind would rule here, promising the bounty of pleasure for Rebecca if only she truly first submitted to be plundered by these two overlords of domination.

  Rebecca was turned to face the room, her back towards them. Alec brushed aside her long, loose hair from her shoulders so that the long length of her creamy neck was exposed. She felt lips press softly to her heated flesh, and her body quivered beneath their kisses. A low whimper spilled from her parted lips, and she leaned back against the solid wall provided by their embrace. Behind her to the right and left, she felt the nudge of their burgeoning arousal. And their desire breathed as one.

  Tristan’s tongue ran along the path of her throat, up to her ear where he nibbled gently on her lobe. In the voice that never failed to make her pussy thrum, he whispered, “No questions; no talking. Tonight is about fantasy. Ours and yours. Those are the only rules.”

  A thousand shivers later, Rebecca felt light fingers draw her panties down her thighs to her ankles. She lifted her feet in their four inch black heels till she was completely divested of her last scrap of modesty.

  Still facing her away from them, they danced their touch over the curves of her body; down her spine and along her hips and over the roundness of her rump. And then came those teasing hands round to her front, tripping from one pebbly nipple to the other. Rebecca closed her eyes, head thrown back as she softly panted. The things their hand could do. Every brush of their fingertips felt brand new.

  “Your beautiful body never ceases to amaze,” growled Tristan close to her ear. “These gorgeous breasts; so firm and full. Your small waist and sexy thighs. All curves. All ours.”

  Hearing her body spoken of like that made Rebecca feel she was swimming in her own juicy arousal. She couldn’t speak, nor show a sign of protest when they led her to the

  Before now their sex and games had been peppered with every day, household implements. A hairbrush, candles, clothespins - and the occasional belt or crop. Tonight, in their very own home dungeon with its exhaustive toy box, Rebecca knew the brothers would be spoiled for choice as this or that item to punish, tease and please her with.

  Many times during the long period of bondage, domination and sensual discipline which followed, Rebecca couldn’t help but wonder, “What am I doing? Why do I let them use me this way? How could it possibly feel so right?”

  And yet the reason was so clear; searing her senses the same way as did the wax they dripped on her quivering, helpless frame. Bound to the St. Andrews’ Cross which dominated a corner of the room, Rebecca found abundant answers to the questions in her
head. Each time they lashed whip, crop or cane upon her naked flesh, her purpose became as vivid; as high-res as the colorful welts that rose on her punished skin.

  “You know why we find you so desirable?” murmured Alex, as he held a humming vibrator to her pussy, already so swollen and wet it felt like a separate part of her being. She moaned and moaned, conscious of Tristan tugging on the nipple clamps linked with a chain to her tits.

  “Because you’re a perfect blend of angel and hussy; innocence and naughtiness,” Alec added thickly. He glided the vibe over her clit and made her scream and cream.

  “Am I right, Tristan?” said Alec as an aside to his brother, who chuckled softly. His hand reached to cup underneath Rebecca’s pussy, exposed by her widely spread thighs.

  “Ah yes, definitely right, brother,” Tristan said on a rasp. Rebecca’s vision was one straight white blimp in a field of black when Tristan shoved two fingers into her moistness and shafted her while Alec buzzed the vibrator continuously on her helpless clit.

  “The good girl in her wants to beg and plead for us to stop, yet here she is, nice and wet. Very wet. That makes her a very bad girl indeed,” Tristan noted.

  Rebecca couldn’t take much more of this; on the verge of combustion with every zip of the vibe as well as the carnally delicious finger-fuck. Close, yet so far. Because the brothers never let her reach that point of no return, easing her back from her plateau each and every time.

  She was covered in tears and juices of sweet agony when she was then taken from the cross and straight to the bench over which she was bent face down. It was designed to leave her precious ass in full display, her defenselessness compete when her arms were bound high behind her back.

  But then when Alec unzipped his thick, hard cock and grabbed her hair, making her take him deep in her mouth, Rebecca let herself get lost in the pleasure of his taste, his domination. Behind her, Tristan spanked and caressed her ass in turns with a leather paddle; till her arousal both burned and thrilled. Then the brothers switched places; Tristan surging his steel shaft past her stretched lips while Alec made her ass jiggle and throb with either the paddle, crop or cat tails which were close to hand.

  Rebecca reached such a fever pitch of lust that so much as a brush of a finger on her pussy would have ignited her. As if aware of this, the brothers avoided that glowing bundle of tissues, tantalizing as a pink neon between the exposed orbs of her red-and-purple ass.

  “Open your eyes, baby,” said Alec. She’d been so into her sucking of his turgid, hot meat that she’d been lost in a dark daze. Now she widened her lids and looked up at Alec, her lips wrapped around his cock. “We have a little surprise for you.”

  Uh oh, thought Rebecca with a mixture of emotions. The last time Alec had looked and sounded like that, she’d been about to get acquainted with her very first butt-plug. They’d tried a few more on her since then; each one bigger than the last, staying in her for longer and longer periods at a time. Now she didn’t flinch when she saw Tristan return from the chest of drawers he’d been looking through and return with a large-sized anal plug, its shape leaving nothing to the imagination. There were screw-like groves running all down the shaft definitely designed to give more texture and sensation. Rebecca gulped.

  “I think you know what this means,” said Tristan. Rebecca couldn’t well respond; partly because she had a mouth-full of cock and partly from a loss of words.

  “We’ve trained your ass in the past months, inching you up into the main size that prepares you to take my cock or Alec’s in that tight little hole.”

  Fuck fuck fuck. Round and round her mind whirled, eyes blinking from the pressure mounting on her senses. Impossibly turned on, helpless, bound and exposed…there was so much to feel all at once. Now this. The promise of truly dangerous pleasure. That big anal plug in her ass, taking away the last shred of the grip she had on reality.

  “I love how juicy your upturned ass looks right now,” Tristan said, this time from behind her where he’d moved. Rebecca gasped, feeling lightheaded as Alec thrust deeper into her throat. Then he drew out, tugging on her hair for her to look up at him.

  “Is there anything you have to say? The safe word maybe?” Alec asked with arched brows.

  Rebecca swallowed in much needed air, and shook her head. “Please, Sir,” she whimpered, using the mode of address picked for tonight’s play, “I’ve waited a long time for this. I’m ready.”

  It was true. She’d wanted this for ages; ever since she’d felt an animal pleasure from Alec pumping the plug in and out of her rosebud while Tristan had filled her pussy with his thrusting dick. When the time came tonight for them to take her ass, she wouldn’t be protesting, but begging for them not to hold anything back.

  “Our gorgeous girl,” Alec said thickly in lust and approval, stroking a hand gently over her hair before fisting it once more and jamming her mouth onto his rigid cock again.

  Everything passed in a distant haze; as if looking at the world through stained glass. The vibrating plug stretched her ass with tremors of fiery fullness. A runaway ecstasy took over her mind. She was squealing and bucking around whichever cock happened to be jammed into her mouth at the time. Hands on her body; her breasts, belly and spine pinched and struck. A breakneck overdose of zipping sensation.

  Then came the moment when finally, her orgasm bounded over and over, backfiring inside her. It came from the knowing touch of her lovers, sliding fingers into her cunt and at the same time strumming her clit, the butt plug buzzing away and spreading a mushroom cloud of nuclear pleasure within her nervous system. Boomerang.

  The last thing she was conscious of was the long shrillness of her unintelligible scream of ecstasy.

  *

  They moved to the bedroom. Rebecca was only just started to return to her senses, barely aware of being carried from the dungeon. She recognized the interior of her bedroom and then the inside of her bath tub where she was deposited in a deliciously steamy, relaxing stream of scented liquid. Her pampering was complete when her two naked lovers joined in with her.

  Every inch of her was bathed, massaged and petted till only a faint tinge of agony remained from her exquisite dungeon punishment. Fine-tuned and edgy, her nerve endings pulsated from the inside just from the expectation of more to come.

  Alec and Tristan soon had her placed in the middle of the huge, gorgeous bed and proceeded to make love to her body like never before.

  It was a night never to be forgotten, even when she grew old and grey. Even when her bones withered into dust; the memory of that night would be buried in her soul.

  She cried, she screamed, she groaned. Never silent, never still.

  She should have been exhausted from their session in the playroom. On the contrary, it had whetted her libido for this prodigiously exciting finish. Or beginning, whichever way you looked at it. Because from now on, Rebecca knew this was the start of how sex would be with her two beautiful, bad and bold lovers.

  Alec’s head was lowered to her pink, succulent fold, gliding his tongue all over her mound. That had her lifting her ass off the bed as high as possible. Alec chuckled softly and pinned her back down with his arms on her inner thighs. He lapped at her clitoris and each lick triggered a jolting reaction. Rebecca stared down at Alec’s head watching in fascination as it moved in tandem with his tongue to bring her sensations that felt like she’d never experienced them before.

  Tristan seized her breast in his mouth, teasing each nub one after the other. Even more pleasure to sink into, thought the lust-dazed Rebecca. He powered his tongue faster over her sensitive areole, creating a luscious heat much like the one Alec’s tongue in her pussy was doing. She had to be the luckiest woman in the world to have two such hot and skillful tongues working extra time to please just her.

  Before long she was whimpering for their cocks inside her. She was driven to the final frontier of her endurance. “Fuck me, fuck me. Please please.” Her desperate words told her she’d finally lost all sense
of self, of who she used to be. The old Rebecca was totally gone; for good. Her initiation, soon to be completed, had already taken full effect. A phoenix rising from the ashes of her past, ready to face the present and future with no limits.

  Now completely giving in to her darker self, there was nothing to hold back. She moved easily into the position they guided her. Tristan lay beneath, resting back on the pillows while she was placed atop him reverse style. The tip of his cock pressed against her sphincter and she gasped, arching her spine.

  Already carefully lubed, she knew she had nothing to fear except perhaps the extrasensory avalanche of pleasure she was sure awaited her.

  Their deep murmurs of encouragement strengthened her further for the onslaught. God, their cocks were massive. Now one of them was going inside her delicate ass. She felt ready to faint. But that would mean missing out on this incredible voyage of lust.

  Hands hooked beneath her bent knees to spread her as wide as possible. Then she was lowered slowly onto Tristan’s thick, long and meaty staff so rigid and ready.

  Her cries and gasps echoed off the walls, interspersed by Tristan’s feral grunts of pleasure as the ringed inner layers of her lubed butt hole engulfed him. Gritting her teeth in agonized pleasure, she pushed the rest of the way on him, impaling herself to the hilt. Tristan filled the air with a deep, resounding groan of delight.

  Intense. Raging. Hot. Words flitted through her dazed mind as she felt Tristan’s cock buried in her ass but nothing seemed fitting enough to describe the power of the sensation. Like being split in two in the most titillating way possible.

  The only thing that could top it was to have Alec’s cock fill the now pulsing walls of her pussy at the same time. Her glazed eyes looked up to see he was already about to comply with her manifest wishes.

  Rebecca knew she was no longer in control. Her ass was being stretched to the full, and now here was Alec, thrusting deep inside her wet pussy. All three of them groaned as even Tristan felt the ripple of his brother’s monumental first thrust.