by S. J. Lewis
“I think you’re crazy,” Marie sniffed. “I’m not touching those things. Get them off yourself.”
Cheryl chuckled and fumbled the ropes free. They fell to the floor and Cheryl stepped out of them. She turned to face Marie again. The ropes had left deep red marks on her wrists and body. Marie shuddered as she looked at them. Then she had to look away. She and Cheryl had occasionally showered together at the health club that they both belonged to, but that had always been with other women around. This situation felt much too intimate somehow, and Cheryl seemed especially naked.
“Hug?” Cheryl took a half-step closer, holding out her arms. Marie backpedaled into one of the lockers. Cheryl dropped her arms and giggled. “You act like you’re afraid of me or something,” she said. “Oh, well,” she shrugged. The gesture made her breasts jiggle a little. She reached up and pulled her tangled hair back with both hands. “I really am a mess, like ‘A’ said. I guess I’d better take my shower before they get impatient and come in here to clean me up themselves…though I wouldn’t mind that.” She turned towards the shower room.
“Like who said?” Marie asked. Cheryl stopped and half turned back.
“Like ‘A’ said,” she replied. “They don’t use names down here, only letters. ‘A’ more or less runs things. He’s the leader of the pack.”
“’A’ is the guy in the blue suit?”
“Of course! Isn’t he hot? I wouldn’t mind being his slave for a while.” Cheryl winked at Marie and then went into the shower room. Marie heard the sound of running water a moment later. She leaned wearily against the lockers and one of the handles dug painfully into her back. She winced and pushed herself away. She really did feel tired and weak. Her heart had been pounding ever since the naked man, Jay…no, ‘J’, she corrected herself…had dragged her out of the closet where she’d been hiding and watching. She wondered how they had known she was there. Now she had a chance to try and calm down; maybe she really wasn’t at risk from the men after all, but Cheryl definitely was. Marie had watched how they had made her friend suck and swallow each hard cock in turn. There was no telling what else they might do to her. Marie shuddered as disturbing images swarmed through her imagination. She had to concentrate on slowing down her breathing.
“Marie!” Cheryl called out from the showers. “Are you still there?”
“Yes,” Marie answered. Cheryl was around a corner where Marie couldn’t see her.
“I’m almost done, “Cheryl said. “There’s soap and shampoo here, but I don’t see any towels. Could you be a dear and check the lockers to see if there are any towels stashed in them?”
Marie sighed. “All right, all right,” she replied. When Cheryl had first called out to her she’d almost jumped out of her skin. She knew that she was going to be jittery for as long as she was down here. So, she would find a towel and bring it to Cheryl and make one last attempt to talk her friend out of this. Then she would leave, with or without Cheryl. They’d told her that she could, hadn’t they? She hoped that they’d been telling the truth.
She went through half a dozen lockers before she found one with towels in it. In fact, it was stuffed full of towels, all different sizes and colors. Some even had hotel logos sewn into them. She pulled out a big dark green one with no logo on it.
“Marie?” Cheryl’s voice was loud enough to echo off of the hard tiled surfaces.
“I’m coming!” Marie snapped. She could hear that the water was still running. Well, it was a little on the cool side down here. Maybe Cheryl had decided to stay under the spray of warm water until she had a nice, warm fluffy towel to wrap herself in. She slammed the locker door shut and started towards the showers. Just as she crossed the threshold, Cheryl lunged out and grabbed her by her wrist. Before Marie could react, Cheryl had pulled her close, wrapped her arms around her, and pulled her under the running water. As Marie spluttered and struggled, Cheryl kissed her, long and hard. It was so utterly unexpected that Marie’s brain went into neutral for a moment. She didn’t recover herself until her clothes were wet clean through.
“What the hell are you doing?” Marie shrieked as she fought free of Cheryl’s arms and rapidly backed away. Naked and dripping, Cheryl threw her head back and laughed.
“You say you want to convince me to go,” she said, still laughing. “Maybe I want to convince you to stay!” She smiled crookedly. “I think that you want to stay. Deep down, you really want to stay. You want to watch them do things to me. Maybe you even want to play, too.”
“I do NOT!” Marie yelled. She hurled the now-soggy towel at Cheryl clumsily. It fell short, landing on the tiled floor with a splat. Cheryl looked down at it and then back up at Marie.
“I hope that wasn’t the only towel,” she said. “You’re going to need one yourself now.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” Marie shook her head. She went on angrily, “I don’t know why I even bothered to come down here and try to talk you out of it. “She looked down at her wet, dripping clothes. They were synthetic fiber, for the most part. They ought to dry off fairly quickly if she took them off and hung them up somewhere. Her running shoes were going to be soggy for some time to come, though. She thought she could live with that.
“I know why,” Cheryl chuckled. “You didn’t. You came down her to maybe talk yourself into it.” She folded her arms and stood hipshot, regarding Marie for a moment. Her expression turned serious. “I don’t mind,” she said. “Actually, it’d be an extra little thrill for me. Just picture the two of us, kneeling side by side, naked and handcuffed.” Her crooked little smile crept back and the tone of her voice became conspiratorial. “They told me that they were going to train me to take it up my ass.”
“I don’t even know you,” Marie shook her head. A lock of wet hair fell across her face. She brushed it away. “Why did you drag me under the fucking shower, and why,” she felt her face reddening, “Did you kiss me?”
Cheryl spread her arms and took a step forward. Marie fought back an instinct to retreat and glared at her. Cheryl stopped and let her arms drop to her sides.
“Hey,” she shrugged. “Why not? I always kinda wondered what it would be like to kiss another girl, and they told me I’d be trained to fuck and be fucked by girls anyway.” She took a half step closer and leaned forward until her face was inches from Marie’s. Marie saw a disturbing gleam in Cheryl’s eye.
“At their country retreat,” Cheryl continued in a voice barely above a whisper, “They keep women naked all the time. All the time. Lots of times they keep them locked up in cages until they want one of them. What do you think might happen in a cage full of naked women?” She took Marie’s hand in hers and brought it up to her breast. She squeezed gently. “A cage full of helpless, naked female sex slaves…” Her voice turned husky and seductive.
“STOP IT!” Marie shrieked. She yanked her hand free. Her palm tingled where Cheryl’s nipple had pressed against it. She slapped Cheryl hard to make that tingling go away. Cheryl’s head snapped around, wet hair flying.
“Suit yourself,” Cheryl said calmly. “But I have to get dried off and get back out there pretty soon, and you have to handcuff me.” The annoying crooked smile came back. “You could feel me up after you cuff me, if you want. I couldn’t stop you. But I wouldn’t mind. In fact, I’d really like it. But you’re going to have to get out of those wet clothes soon if you don’t want to catch cold. You want to do that now or later?”
Marie was shaking so badly that she couldn’t control it. It had to be the wet clothes, she told herself. It was a little chilly in here, after all. She was shivering, not shaking.
***
Naked, dried and handcuffed, Cheryl gave Marie one last sly look back over her shoulder as she neared the door that led back to the big room. Her hands were cuffed behind her, so it was a bit awkward for her to turn the doorknob, but she managed. She beckoned Marie with a finger. Marie, still dressed in her wet clothes, just looked away. Cheryl sighed and stepped through the door, pulling i
t shut behind her.
Marie quickly retreated to the lavatory, carrying an armful of towels. She was really shivering hard now, but getting undressed in this small locker room just didn’t seem prudent to her. Anyway, maybe in the lavatory she could find a towel rack or something to hang her clothes on.
She was sitting on the closed lid of the lavatory’s lone commode, wrapped in the biggest towel that she had found and trying to finish drying her hair with the last dry towel that she had left when she heard Cheryl scream. She sat straight up, her mind suddenly alert and completely free of all the disturbing thoughts that had been running through it like an old porno movie loop. Had that been a scream, really? The sound had been muffled by the doors, but it had sounded like a scream. Marie concentrated on listening. Then Cheryl screamed again, and there was no more doubt. Marie jumped up off of the commode. She was about to run out into the big room in just the towel, but then concluded that doing that might give the men the wrong idea. She checked her clothes with shaking fingers. They were still too damp. Her bra and panties weren’t quite so damp. She hastily donned them, and then she heard Cheryl scream again. She retrieved the dropped towel and wrapped it tightly around her before hurrying out. She didn’t stop to think about what she’d do once she got out there, but she couldn’t just stay holed up in the lavatory and listen to Cheryl’s screams. As she fumbled open the door to the big room, she heard Cheryl scream one more time. She scurried along between the stacked desks, worrying over what she would find.
Cheryl was kneeling, naked and handcuffed, on the mat, surrounded by the three men. Now they were all naked too. They looked big and muscular and fit and scary. Blue-suit, the one Cheryl had called ‘A’, had his hand resting on Cheryl’s head. Cheryl had her mouth obediently open.
‘A’ smiled as Marie skidded to a halt well short of the mat. “You were right, little slave,” he smiled down at Cheryl as he patted her head. “That did get her out here.”
“What’s going on?” Marie demanded. She backed up half a step, clutching at her towel.
“Nothing much,” ‘A’ replied. “We’re about to start another phase of our slave’s training, and she expressed a desire for you to watch.”
“No…I don’t want to,” Marie shook her head. Her voice was unsteady.
“I’m afraid that we must insist.” ‘A’ frowned, and Marie flinched as if he’d slapped her again. “I made a promise to this slave as a reward for her good behavior. You can sit over there.” He pointed to a spot somewhere behind her. Marie turned to look. A lone folding chair had been set up against the far wall.
“You said I could leave if I wanted to,” she turned back to face ‘A’.
“That’s true,” he nodded, smiling. “But I’m afraid that I couldn’t possibly allow you to leave in wet clothing. You might fall ill.” The smile faded and his voice took on a tone of command. “So sit down and watch. Your clothes should be dry enough in a little while.”
Marie gulped, and then went over to the chair and obediently sat down. She had a death grip on her towel and a sinking feeling that she might not be as free to leave as she’d hoped.
‘A’ smiled and nodded at her. She didn’t feel reassured. Then he turned back to his companions. “Gentlemen,” he said, “Let us begin.”
The other two men lifted a small table up off of a low stack of desks and thumped it down on the mat next to Cheryl. Then they each took Cheryl by an arm and lifted her to her feet.
Well, no, Marie thought. They actually lifted her up off of her feet. Cheryl squealed once before they let her down enough for just her toes to reach the mat. Whatever this new ‘phase’ of Cheryl’s training might be, Marie suspected that it was going to be brutal.
The men half-carried, half-dragged Cheryl over to the table and then bent her over it, slamming her torso down on the old wooden surface so hard that it forced a pained grunt out of her. She was in profile to Marie, and Marie could see that she was still handcuffed. Marie wondered if they were going to fuck her now, and concluded that that would be too ordinary for all the preparations that had been made. Besides, Cheryl had confessed that they’d all fucked her previously. Marie felt a sudden chill. If it had been possible to pull the towel even closer around her, she would have done it. She watched as the men stuffed some kind of gag into Cheryl’s mouth and secured it tightly in place. It looked like a round black bar. Cheryl’s teeth clenched down on it.
‘A’ walked slowly around the table as his two cohorts held Cheryl down. He slapped Cheryl’s ass once, not too hard. Cheryl squealed and flinched.
“Spread your legs, slave,” he ordered her. Cheryl complied. ‘A’ reached up between her legs wit his hand. He seemed to be feeling around for something. Whatever he was doing made Cheryl squirm and whine, and the two other men held her down, pressing on her shoulders. ‘A’ seemed to find what he was looking for. He began slowly pulling his hand back. Cheryl kept squirming and whining.
‘A’ held something up for Marie to see. It was smooth and black and glistening, shaped very much like a dildo, only shorter and smaller, with a pronounced bulb near the end he was holding. Marie stared blankly at it for a moment, and then realized what it was, and where it had probably been. She shuddered, but she couldn’t look away.
‘A’ tossed the thing away and then took the place of one of the men holding Cheryl down. That man moved up close behind Cheryl. Marie recognized him as the one with the long-but-not-too-thick cock, who had seemed to be trying to brush Cheryl’s teeth while he was fucking her mouth. She had no idea what letter he might be going by. He turned his head and grinned at Marie as he held something up for her to see. It was a condom. He made a big production of fitting it onto his cock and then stroking himself slowly into erection as he stood behind Cheryl. All the while, Cheryl kept squirming and whining as if she were having serious second thoughts about this. If she was, it was far too late for them. Or maybe she was just playing a role. After their conversation in the locker room and shower, Marie thought that that was just possible.
The man moved very close to Cheryl and spanked her ass hard. Cheryl yelped and jerked, but the other two men held her in place.
Cheryl’s head came up and she screamed around the gag as the man began pushing his cock into her. Even from her vantage point, Marie could tell that he was using her ass. She winced. Her own rump puckered up as she imagined what Cheryl must be feeling. But Cheryl had been so proud, so arrogantly smug about her ‘training’ that Marie felt little sympathy for her. She leaned forward on her chair, watching intently.
Cheryl wriggled and squealed and shrieked as her tormentor just kept pushing, pushing, pushing. Finally, he seemed to be all the way up her ass. He stopped for a moment while Cheryl whimpered and shuddered on the table, her eyes shut tight. Then he spanked her, hard, and began pumping her.
Marie shuddered. Cheryl squealed, struggling feebly in the grip of the other two men. She kept lifting one foot and then the other as her ass got screwed. The man fucking her went slowly at first, but powerfully. When he switched to a faster pace, Cheryl’s eyes flew open. Her struggles got more frantic. The other two men had to make a real effort to hold her down now, but her efforts were still futile.
Marie leaned further forward. Cheryl was looking right at her now, but she didn’t seem to be seeing anything. Now her squeals were interspersed with deep, pained grunts that kept time with her attacker’s thrusts. The assault went on, and Cheryl seemed to slowly and gradually relax under the repeated thrusts. The men holding her down let up a little. She was no longer struggling, but her body quivered each time her attacker’s hips slammed into hers.
Marie felt an odd sense of disappointment. Surely Cheryl should be suffering more than she seemed to be. But now the arrogant bitch seemed to be learning to like it! What did it really feel like? Marie shivered. It certainly looked brutal.
Cheryl’s attacker finally came with a long groan and a powerful series of shudders. Cheryl, her eyes closed again, let out a long, g
roaning sigh as she heard and felt him coming. Marie chewed nervously at her lower lip. What else were they going to do to Cheryl over the weekend?
Cheryl’s attacker stepped away from her and gave her ass a resounding slap. She barely moved at the impact. Then the two men holding her down stepped away from her as well. Cheryl lay limply across the table. She seemed to be smiling, but with the gag in her mouth it was impossible to be sure.
The three men turned and looked at Marie, silent, their faces expressionless. Then Cheryl opened her eyes and looked at Marie as well. Her eyes didn’t seem quite focused. No one said anything. Time ticked by.
Marie took a deep breath. She stood up slowly, and dropped the towel.
Chapter Three
“So,” ‘A’ smiled. “You’ve decided to join us after all?” Marie had originally guessed him to be about 50, what with the distinguished graying at his temples, but his naked body looked so fit that it would have been envied by a much younger man. She wondered who he was, really, and what he did, and how he had contrived to set all this up. She also had a feeling that he had known that she would yield in the end. Still bent over the table, Cheryl sighed happily and closed her eyes. She was smiling.
“I’m scared,” Marie confessed. She shivered. Her underwear was still a little damp. It was very cool against her skin, and her bra was making her nipples swell so that they pushed against the thin material.
“Of course you are,” ‘A’ nodded. “You’ve never done anything even remotely like this before, have you?”
“Never,” Marie shook her head. She had to look down and away from his gaze.
“There’s no sense in staying in the shallow end of the pool,” ‘A’ said. “Strip, and let’s have a look at you.”
Marie shuddered at the command. She was reluctant to obey him, but not enough to defy him. Her bra unhooked in front. She reached up, unfastened it, and peeled it off, letting it drop to the floor. Still looking at the floor, she slid her panties down and stepped shyly out of them. The room had gone quiet again. She could feel the eyes of the men roaming all over her nude body, drinking in breasts, legs, belly and bush. She had never felt so utterly naked and vulnerable in her life, and it was intoxicating. She had a sudden urge to cover herself with her hands, and fought it back.
