by S. J. Lewis
“I…I can’t stay all weekend,” she said haltingly. “I…I have a date tomorrow night.”
“Of course,” she heard ‘A’ say. “But we’ll keep you with us for a little while. Think of it as your initiation into our group.”
Marie wondered what an initiation would entail, but ‘A’ was still speaking and she didn’t dare interrupt him to ask.
“You’re quite lovely, Marie,” he said. “A bit slender for some tastes. Some might even call you a waif, but you’re just a bit too tall for that. Put your hands behind your head, and spread your legs a little.”
Marie obeyed. Now she looked up towards the ceiling. She felt more on display in that pose than ever, but it was giving her a powerful thrill to do what ‘A’ told her. She wondered if all three of the men were going to fuck her, or if they would make her suck their cocks instead. Either way, she hoped that ‘A’ would be the first.
“Very lovely,” ‘A’ went on. “I see that you keep your bush neatly trimmed.”
Marie said nothing. He hadn’t exactly asked her a question. Could he tell how aroused she was becoming just standing here? She was sure that he could.
‘A’ began walking towards her. He passed close by her side and circled slowly around behind her. He didn’t touch her, but she could feel his eyes on her nonetheless. He moved up very close behind her so that she could feel the warmth of his body on her back.
“What we’re going to do now,” he said, so close to her ear that his breath tickled her, “is make you come. We’re going to make you come time and time again until you just can’t stand it any more. Your friend is going to watch, just as you watched her suck and swallow and get her pretty little ass fucked.”
Marie couldn’t suppress a shiver. It sounded terrible, and terribly exciting at the same time. She could feel herself growing wetter and wetter, just from his words and the images they created in her mind.
“Then we will let you rest for a little while. Maybe afterwards you’ll want to watch as we train your friend further. I think we’ll play it by ear from there.” His hand rested ever so lightly on her hip. Marie shivered and moaned faintly.
“Do you understand, Marie?”
“Yes,” she replied faintly.
“Say: ‘Yes, sir,’” he corrected her. “You will call any man here ‘sir’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Marie whimpered.
“Very good,” he said. “Now, lie down, Marie. On your back.”
There was just enough room left on the mat for Marie to obey without having to lie in the messy, sticky wet spot where Cheryl had knelt and sucked and tried to swallow while they whipped her with the leather belt. She closed her eyes, wondering and almost dreading what would happen next.
“Stretch her out,” she heard ‘A’ say. A moment later, one of the other men had seized both her wrists and pulled her arms up over her head. He pinned her there cruelly, using more force and more of his weight than he needed. Marie whimpered. Then the other man grabbed her ankles and pulled her taut before parting her legs wide and pinning them down. Marie couldn’t help moaning again.
“Open your eyes, Marie,” ‘A’ ordered. She obeyed. He was standing over her, looking down and smiling. Marie’s eyes drifted away from his face to his cock. He was already semi-erect. She could almost feel him plowing into her. She shuddered and whimpered up at him.
He knelt down next to her. He ran his hands over her body slowly. They felt warm and strong. Marie shivered when his fingertips trailed lightly across her belly and paused just inches from her pussy. She shivered again when his hands cupped and squeezed her small breasts, teasing her dark, swollen, achingly sensitive nipples with his thumbs.
“Do you go to a gym, Marie?” he asked as he continued fondling and handling her.
“S…sometimes,” she nodded. She didn’t feel chilled any more. In fact, her bare skin felt as if it was on fire, especially when and where he touched her. ‘A’ slapped her.
“What did I tell you, Marie?” he asked.
“Sometimes, sir!” she replied desperately. She squirmed in the grip of the other two men, but realized that there was no way she could pull free of their grips.
“Better,” ‘A’ smiled. “Only sometimes?”
“Yes, sir,” Marie nodded for emphasis.
“You have a lovely body,” ‘A’ said to her. “But you don’t seem to be doing enough to maintain it. You’re getting a bit plump here.” He gripped her upper thigh and squeezed. Marie inhaled sharply through clenched teeth. His fingers were so close to her pussy now! “Yes, sir,” she admitted.
“From now on, you will go five times a week, for at least an hour each time. Do you understand?” His hand, still squeezing, slid minutely up along her thigh.
“Yes, sir!” Marie gasped. She began squirming again. She couldn’t help it.
“Good. I want you to be in better shape next time. Tighter. Harder. You understand, Marie?” He relaxed his grip. His fingers tickled the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.
“I understand, sir!” Marie sobbed. She struggled weakly, wallowing in the sensation of being pinned down and spread, helpless and available. She wished that ‘A’ would get on with whatever it was that he wanted to do to her. She was readier, and randier, than she’d ever been before in her life. Knowing that Cheryl was watching it all was just a small red cherry on top of a huge sundae.
“Very good,” ‘A’ nodded. She knew that he was teasing her cruelly, and she knew that he knew that she knew. She started grinding her hips to let him know that she couldn’t stand it any longer. She closed her eyes, moaning faintly. Was this what it felt like to be in heat?
“Hang on tight now, men,” she heard ‘A’ say. “I think she’s going to be a wild one once we get her going.” Marie had only a moment to wonder what he’d meant by that when she heard a metallic click followed by a low buzzing noise. Then something was pressed up against the outer lips of her pussy. It was warm and hard and vibrating. The first touch of it made her whole body spasm. Her eyes flew open and she shrieked up at the ceiling. ‘A’ seemed to have been expecting something like that, because he immediately stuffed a small wad of cloth into her open mouth and held it in place with his thumb. He began sliding the vibrator slowly up and down along Marie’s nether lips, slowly working the tip of it down between them. Marie bucked and screamed and struggled wildly. It didn’t hurt, but the sheer intensity of the sensations flooding through her came close to something like pain. She tossed her head from side to side, trying futilely to pull free, to break away, to do something. Then it felt as if some vital connection between her brain and her body shorted out. A white flash went off behind her eyes, and her body jerked convulsively over and over again.
‘A’ withdrew the vibrator and switched it off. “Very interesting. Did you just come, Marie?”
He was holding the vibrator where she could see it now. It was off-white, and shaped something like a missile. The tip of it glistened wetly. ‘A’ pulled the wad of cloth out of her mouth so she could answer him, but at first all she could do was pant and gasp. She could feel her thigh muscles trembling.
“No…yes…I don’t know, sir,” she sobbed. The shorted-out connection hadn’t been fully restored yet, but it felt as if her whole body was tingling. It was hard for her to think clearly.
‘A’ looked at the tip of the vibrator and smiled. “If that’s how you react when you don’t know…” he began. He never finished the sentence. He stuffed the wad of cloth back into her mouth, switched the vibrator back on and pressed the tip against the soft flesh of her belly, just below her navel. Marie squealed and writhed. ‘A’ began tracing out maddening little circles on her belly, drifting closer and closer to her pussy. Marie struggled with the men holding her down and her own violent reactions at the same time. After a time she regained enough control over her wayward body to try to relax. While that worked, she was soon trembling and moaning. The vibrator was spreading tiny but growing waves of w
armth through her torso.
‘A’ shifted the vibrator to her nipples, gently massaging them to erection. The more they swelled, the more sensitive they became until Marie was close to losing control again. She squealed and struggled, once more unable to keep still. Then ‘A’ traced a line with the tip of the vibrator down between her breasts and across her belly and…
Marie shrieked as the vibrations started directly over her clitoris. Now the men holding her down had all they could do to keep her pinned to the mat. ‘A’ showed her no mercy. He had to know just how wet and ready she was as he thrust the vibrator into her.
Marie sobbed, tossing her head from side to side. She could feel the vibrator sliding in and out and in and out of her in a slow, deliberate rhythm, not quite fast enough or hard enough to make her come, but more than enough to drive her out of her mind. In desperation, she tried to lift her hips up to meet it, tried to move her hips to get that last little bit that she needed. She realized, dimly, that she was begging now, pleading for release, screaming: “Please, sir, please, sir, please, sir, please!” through the wad of cloth still stuffed in her mouth.
Maybe ‘A’ finally took pity on her. Maybe he just wanted to make her come. He changed the way he was using the vibrator. Marie howled blindly up at the rafters. Her back arched tautly, her body shuddered violently. She came…and she came…and ‘A’ kept working at her with the vibrator until she was too utterly exhausted to come any more. Then he tossed the vibrator away and thrust his fingers into her still-quivering pussy. All she could do was whimper and moan.
“Well,” ‘A’ said after a moment. “That was impressive. Let her go now.”
The pressure on her wrists and ankles was gone, but Marie remained in place. She didn’t think she had the strength to move. ‘A’ pulled the wad of cloth out of her mouth. As he tossed it away, Marie saw that it was her own panties. She closed her eyes, taking in deep, sobbing breaths. She felt as limp as a boned fish. Her body still trembled with aftershocks. With an enormous effort, she raised her head to look at Cheryl, who was still bent over the table. Cheryl was staring at her, eyes wide, mouth agape, as if Marie was some strange creature that she’d never seen before. Marie felt herself blushing, and then, unaccountably, burst out giggling. She tried to stop it and couldn’t. It kept bubbling up from inside of her, and she didn’t know why. Then ‘A’ straddled her, looking down, and the unstoppable giggling cut off as if he’d turned off the spigot. She felt suddenly naked, suddenly very exposed and vulnerable. Marie discovered that she could move a little and began curling up into a ball under his gaze. She felt herself blushing.
“Get up,” ‘A’ ordered. Marie looked up at him and shivered. She remembered what she’d heard him tell Cheryl before, so as she struggled weakly up onto her knees she kept her mouth open. ‘A’ smiled at that. Marie dropped her gaze from his eyes, letting it sweep down across his wide shoulders, deep chest and flat stomach to his cock. It was at a level with her mouth now, more or less. She couldn’t look away from it. Even though it wasn’t fully erect, it still looked big and heavy and powerful.
“I think we’ll give you some time to rest now, Marie,” he said.
“I…I can’t stay, sir,” she said in a weak and whispery voice.
“I know. You have a date tomorrow. But you’re certainly in no shape to go anywhere at the moment. Besides, I’m not quite done with you. You can stay for a bit, until you regain your strength.”
“Yes, sir,” Marie bowed her head. She’d felt a thrill when he’d said that he wasn’t done with her.
“Get on your feet and come with me,” he said. It wasn’t a request.
Marie staggered to her feet. ‘A’ had to help her, and once more she felt her skin tingle wherever he touched her. She followed him out into the corridor. She was still unsteady, and after she had to lean against a wall to keep from falling down ‘A’ took her by her arm. They passed a number of doors, and then stopped in front of one that looked no different from the rest. ‘A’ opened it.
“Inside,” he ordered. Marie entered the room. It was dark, and she couldn’t really see anything until ‘A’ switched on the overhead lights. He shut the door behind them, and Marie felt another thrill as she wondered what he had in mind.
The room was small, maybe eight or nine feet on a side. The walls were more cinderblock, painted a light gray. The floor was linoleum tile. There was an office chair next to a small coffee table and a bare mattress leaning up against one wall. That seemed to be it for any furniture. Two small cardboard boxes were stacked in a corner.
‘A’ toppled the mattress over onto the floor. “Lie down,” he ordered.
Marie shivered. Was this his idea of a rest? She still felt weak, but if he wanted to fuck her so soon she wasn’t going to protest. It wouldn’t do her any good if she did anyway, would it?
“Face down,” he said as she lowered herself onto the mattress. Since she was already on her hands and knees, Marie just laid down with a weary sigh. The mattress was faded, but it smelled fresh and clean at least. She closed her eyes, expecting to feel strong hands lifting her hips up and prying her legs apart any minute. Instead, she felt strong hands pulling her arms behind her and crossing her wrists. Then she felt ‘A’ binding her with what felt like thin cord. She started at that, opening her eyes wide, but she kept still for him. Being bound by him gave her another dark thrill. Anyway, what was the saying? Resistance is futile? She sighed again as he cinched and knotted the cord tight. He patted her ass. Did he want her now, this way? Marie had never been tied up before. Now she regretted waiting so long to try it.
‘A’ took her by her ankle. She started to spread her legs for him, but then felt something cold and hard being ratcheted around that ankle. She heard a rattling of chains. Then ‘A’ patted her ass again, a bit harder.
“I’ll be back for you later,” he said, almost directly into her ear. Marie shivered. “For now,” ‘A’ went on, “Just relax. I won’t lock the door.”
He might or might not have locked the door, but he did turn out the lights before he left. Marie laid on the mattress in the most absolute pitch dark she’d ever experienced. As her eyes slowly adjusted, she was just able to make out a faint strip of light coming in under the door. She tried to find a more comfortable position on the mattress and quickly discovered that the shackle around her ankle severely limited her movement. The other end of the chain seemed to be attached to something immovable. Even if ‘A’ had left the door unlocked there was no way she could reach it. She finally found that the least uncomfortable position was lying on her side.
This room seemed a little warmer than the others she’d been in. She was grateful for that. But with the immediate problem of her relative discomfort taken care of, she had the time to think about her situation. Here she was, naked, bound and shackled in some dark little chamber far, far below the busy city streets above. She realized that she was starting to feel hungry, and wondered what time it was.
She ran her situation over and over again in her mind, not in order to find some way to escape, but because it added to her growing arousal every time she did it. If ‘A’ came back into the room now, she knew that she’d raise her ass and arch her back and spread her legs for him, all the while begging him to fuck her, use her, make her squeal and moan and scream for him. She felt her body starting to assume the position almost of its own accord, and went along with it. She moved on to practicing getting into that position several times, imagining how her wet and available pussy would look to ‘A’ when he returned. Neither of his companions ever entered into her mind. They could do whatever they wanted with and to Cheryl. She wanted ‘A’. She wanted to feel his strong, warm hands on her naked body, moving her however he wanted, slapping her ass, pulling her hair, forcing her to submit to him. She wanted him to force her. She didn’t want to think of anything beyond that.
***
Marie must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew a bright light was stabbing at her e
yelids. Blinking, she complained sleepily and turned her head away.
“I see you’ve had a nice little nap,” she heard ‘A’ chuckle. “I’ve been thinking about you.”
The bright light moved away from her eyes. Marie opened them. The room was as dark as ever, except for the narrow flashlight beam that was slowly running down the length of her naked body. She whimpered, hoping she sounded sufficiently female and submissive to please him. She twisted around and started to raise her ass and spread her legs as she’d practiced. She was still only half-awake, but she was fully aroused and ready. The flashlight moved back up and stopped on her raised ass. There was just enough light for Marie to see that ‘A’ was wearing a long bathrobe, unbelted.
“You want me to fuck you now, Marie?” he asked. “Take you just as you are now and ride you hard and long and deep?”
It took Marie a moment to find her voice. “Yes, sir,” she sighed happily.
“Well, it’s not going to work that way.” ‘A’ pulled the chair over, closer to the mattress, and sat down on it. The robe fell open, and Marie saw that he was fully erect now. “I gave you pleasure earlier,” he said. “Now you will give me pleasure.” He switched off the flashlight, plunging the room back into darkness. “Come here, Marie,” his voice seemed to fill the room. “Come and find me in the dark and suck my cock.”
Marie struggled awkwardly to her knees. He was close, but she’d have to move off of the mattress to reach him, and the floor would be cold and hard. She thought that the chain tethering her ankle would be long enough. She thought that it might be. She went cautiously, sliding her knees one at a time off of the soft, warm mattress and onto the cold, hard floor. She was close enough to him now to feel the warmth of his body and hear the sound of his breathing. She leaned forward, seeking for him. In the darkness, she thought she could smell his musk, faint and thrilling. She groped with her mouth and found his muscular thigh. She worked her way up his leg, kissing and licking him as she went. She wasn’t sure exactly where she was until her nose bumped gently into his balls. She nuzzled them, still licking and kissing. He had a faintly salty taste, more exciting than unpleasant to her. She kept at it until she felt him shift in the chair and heard his breathing quicken. Tilting her head to one side, she found the hard, throbbing shaft of his cock and began licking and kissing that, working her way upwards. She wanted to make this something special for him. She had no way of knowing how many other women had knelt before him and sucked his cock, but she was sure there had been a lot of them. She wanted to be memorable, not just another one of his conquests. He felt huge and hard and hot to her lips. It seemed to take a long time to reach the swollen head. She licked at it for a moment, savoring the taste of him, before opening her mouth wide and taking him in. She gave a tiny whimper as she did that.
