by S. J. Lewis
His cock felt every bit as big and hard in her mouth as she had imagined it to be when she’d seen it in Cheryl’s mouth earlier. She stretched her jaws wider and took him in deeper, salivating freely. She heard him make a noise, wordless and deep. He shifted in the chair again.
She quickly discovered that she could only take him in so far before her gag reflex kicked in. She tried to fight it, but failed. She had to pull back, coughing and sputtering as he slid out of her mouth. She quickly recovered and sought for him again, found him, and took him in her mouth. She made quick little movements with her head, just like she’d seen in a half-forgotten Asian porn video. She used her lips and tongue, trying to find out what he seemed to like most. She heard him groan and felt him shift again. She began making noisy little grunts with each stroke and began to go faster. She knew that he was going to come in her mouth sooner or later. She wasn’t a complete stranger to fellatio, but she wasn’t all that experienced at it either, and until now she’d only used it as foreplay. She’d never let a man come in her mouth before. She wondered what it would be like. She wondered if she could bring herself to swallow.
A moment later, she found out what it was like. ‘A’ groaned loudly and suddenly stood up from the chair. His hands clamped around her head, holding her in place. He groaned again…it sounded almost like a roar…and Marie felt something hot and slippery and salty gushing into her mouth. She squealed through her nose in surprise and protest. He’d given her no warning at all! She managed to swallow most of the first burst of semen without thinking, but then a second shot, and a third and a fourth struck the back of her throat. She tried to swallow, even though she was getting lightheaded from lack of air, but then she started coughing and choking. She felt warm, slippery fluids dribbling out of her mouth around the thick cock that still filled it, dribbling down her chin, dripping onto her breasts and thighs just as she’d seen it happen to Cheryl. When ‘A’ finally released her, she fell over backwards and sideways onto the mattress, coughing and gasping in the dark.
“Not bad for your first try,” she heard ‘A’ say. “I think you’ve earned the right to come back again.”
Still coughing, Marie made no reply. ‘A’ snapped the flashlight back on and ran the beam of light all over her body again.
“Of course,” he went on, “You had it a bit easy. Your friend took the heavy loads earlier.”
“Yes, sir,” Marie managed to say.
“Get on your back,” ‘A’ ordered. Marie squirmed into position. He shone the light into her eyes so that she couldn’t see anything, no matter how much she blinked and squinted.
“Raise your knees and spread your legs,” he said. “Like you’re welcoming a lover.”
Marie obeyed him, and threw in another tiny feminine whimper.
“So very lovely,” she heard him say. “Now you need to get cleaned up, Marie.”
“Yes, sir,” Marie nodded. He still thought she was lovely? She kept herself from smiling. In any case, she certainly wasn’t going to argue with him.
“I’m going to send your friend to collect you and take you to the showers,” ‘A’ told her. “Stay just like that until she comes for you.” He used the flashlight to find the door, went through it and shut it behind him, leaving her in darkness again. Once he had left, Marie felt more than a little worried. Cheryl had been rather aggressive earlier. What might she do when she came in and found her try-to-talk-you-out-of-it friend in this position? All Marie could do was move her bound hands into a more comfortable position and wait. It never occurred to her to change her pose.
***
Marie didn’t have to wait too long. The door swung open and banged against the rubber stopper screwed into the floor. Cheryl flicked the lights on and stood in the doorway for a moment, arms folded, legs apart, smiling crookedly. She was still naked. Marie guessed that any woman who came down here would spend most of her time that way.
“Welcome to the club,” Cheryl chuckled as she looked Marie over. “You look very appetizing that way. Of course, it would look even better if your ankles were tied to the sides of the mattress somehow.”
Marie felt herself blushing, but she kept her pose. Then she saw that Cheryl was wearing something after all. There was a length of silvery chain around her neck, held together with a shiny small padlock. It almost looked like jewelry. Cheryl took note and smiled.
“Like it?” she asked. “It’s a temporary collar…sort of like probationary. I earned it tonight.” She came closer and Marie could see that at least one man had been using her mouth again.
“You could earn one too, after a while,” Cheryl grinned down at Marie. “Well, come on, get up. I’d help you, but I’m still a little sore.”
“I’m chained,” Marie said. She shook her leg so that the chain rattled.
“Oh, hell, that’s not even locked,” Cheryl shook her head. She bent down and deftly flipped the shackle open. “Come on, now.”
Marie struggled to her feet and followed Cheryl out of the room, wondering why her friend hadn’t untied her. When they re-entered the big room, she saw that the men were all dressed again…in pants and shirts, anyway, no shoes or jackets. There was a fourth man there now as well, still in his business suit. He looked to be in his mid-forties, as fit and as well-groomed as the others. Marie came to a stop with a startled squeak.
“Oh, come on,” Cheryl snapped. She grabbed Marie by her shoulder-length light brown hair and began towing her along. The men all laughed. Marie couldn’t say how a fourth man could make such a difference to her, given all that had happened, but he did. How many more men might be a part of this? She was back to feeling naked again.
“Come over here,” ‘A’ beckoned them with a finger.
“Yes, master,” Cheryl responded happily. She dragged Marie along with her and stopped a respectful distance away. Marie wished her hands were free. The fourth man was eying her appreciatively, and she wanted to cover herself.
“Turn her around,” ‘A’ ordered, pointing at Marie.
“Yes, master,” Cheryl smiled and complied. Marie felt ‘A’ snap a pair of handcuffs around her wrists and then untie her. He handed a second pair to Cheryl. “You put these on before you come back out,” he told her.
“Yes, master,” Cheryl did what looked like a curtsey.
“Good slave,” ‘A’ chuckled. “Now go and get cleaned up.” He gave them both a playful swat on their rumps as Cheryl led Marie away. Marie shuddered. She felt certain that Cheryl had something special in mind once they were in the showers. But there wasn’t anything she could do about it, was there?
Chapter Four
“Hey, now…” Marie began as Cheryl closed the door to the locker room behind them. “I don’t…”
“Oh, shut up,” Cheryl waved a hand. “Down here, it doesn’t matter squat what you do or what you don’t, or haven’t you realized that yet?” She laughed. “Did you ever in your wildest dreams picture the two of us here, naked, down in some sub-sub-sub-basement getting ready to clean ourselves up just so we can be fucked again?” She took a step towards Marie and winced. “Ouch,” she said mildly. “I’m gonna be sore back there for a while yet.”
“Come on, Cheryl!” Marie backed up a step. She wished that the locker room was bigger. “I’ll admit it, I did some things tonight that I never imagined doing before, but now…” she gulped.
“Now what?” Cheryl demanded. She came closer. “Now you want to leave? You want to just go? What happened to all that concern you said you had for my safety?”
She smiled. “I kinda thought that was all just a story anyway.”
“No!” Marie stamped her foot in frustration and instantly regretted doing that with a bare foot on hard tile. She tugged at her handcuffs. “Oh, all right!” she nearly sobbed. “I was worried about you! But the way you kept on describing what they did to you, and how it made you feel…I was…” Her voice trailed off.
“You were what?” Cheryl prodded. “Curious? Interested? M
aybe even more than a little turned on? How do you think I wound up coming here the first time? Do you remember Claire?”
“Claire?” Marie had to think. “The paralegal who works for that law firm over in Funston Street?” That was the only Claire she could think of, a woman she’d run into once or twice at the health club. She was a few years older, a bottle blonde, and in really great shape, as she recalled.
“That’s the one,” Cheryl nodded. “She told me all about her experiences over lunch about a week ago. Hell,” Cheryl shrugged. “For all I know there’s dozens of other women spreading the word all over the city and drumming up new recruits all the time.” She took a step closer and Marie backed away again.
“I think you’re a little afraid of me, maybe,” Cheryl smiled wickedly. She took another step forward and Marie found herself cornered.
“Cheryl…please…” Marie pleaded. She strained at the handcuffs, trying to pull her hands free. She knew it was useless, but she kept trying. She felt like she had to do something, and that was pretty much all she could do.
Cheryl inched closer until their bodies were almost touching. Her smile had turned predatory.
“Please what?” she taunted Marie. “Please let you go? I don’t have the handcuff key. Or maybe you want me to not do something?”
“Cheryl…” Marie swallowed hard. She was trembling now.
Cheryl lunged forward, took Marie in her arms and pulled her close, breast to breast, belly to belly, thigh to thigh. The sudden physical contact felt like an electric shock running through Marie’s body. Cheryl planted a hard kiss on Marie’s mouth as she pushed a leg between Marie’s thighs. Her tongue tried to force its way between Marie’s lips and into her mouth. Marie resisted, still tugging futilely at the handcuffs. At first all she could think about were the smears of half-dried semen still on Cheryl’s mouth and chin. Then it felt as if something inside of her shattered. She unclenched her teeth and moaned into Cheryl’s mouth as that maddening tongue began wresting with hers. She let Cheryl push her leg up between her legs and felt Cheryl’s taut, toned thigh rubbing slowly against her pussy.
When Cheryl broke the kiss, both of them were huffing and panting. Cheryl’s face was flushed, and Marie saw a wild, triumphant gleam in her eye. Marie whimpered. There was no point in trying to pull away. There was nowhere to go anyway, and the feel of another naked woman’s body pressed tightly against hers no longer held any nameless terrors, only a dizzying, decadent thrill.
“You watched it all,” Cheryl panted. “You watched everything they did to me.” She slid an arm from around Marie’s waist. Her hand reached up to squeeze Marie’s breast. Marie shivered at the touch. She was no longer trying to escape the handcuffs, but she pulled the short chain connecting them taut behind her back, clenching her hands into fists, to underline and emphasize her helplessness to the small part of herself that was still screaming for her to fight, resist, pull away. She wasn’t responsible in any way for what was happening. There was nothing she could do about it. Cheryl’s hand slid from her breast, down along her ribs, across her hip, and then between her parted legs.
“Did you get off on it?” Cheryl grinned, baring her teeth. “Did you like watching what they did to me? What they made me do for them?” Her fingers slid easily between Marie’s pussy lips, sliding back and forth, up and down, sometimes making slow, tiny circles in just the right place. Marie shivered, shuddered, trembled and moaned. Her head drooped back and her eyes fluttered shut.
“Yesss…” she hissed. Cheryl’s fingers quickened their pace and probed deeper.
“Yes!” Marie shrieked. The sound reverberated off of the cold tiles. No doubt the men in the big room could hear it.
“Kiss me!” Cheryl demanded. Marie raised her head and obeyed eagerly. This time their tongues dueled from mouth to mouth as Cheryl’s fingers kept rubbing and tickling and tweaking. Marie abruptly shuddered and moaned. All of the strength went out of her legs. Cheryl kept her from falling, but couldn’t keep her upright. Both women sank slowly onto the chill, hard floor. Marie barely noticed. The orgasm that Cheryl had just inflicted on her had blanked out her mind for the moment.
“You’re a good kisser,” Cheryl murmured, still holding Marie but not so tightly. She wiped her fingers off across Marie’s thigh. “I’m really hoping that they put us together in the same cage now.”
“I can’t stay,” Marie protested feebly.
I don’t mean tonight,” Cheryl laughed. She began fondling Marie’s breasts again. “Tonight you’ll get to leave and I’ll be down here with all those cocks to myself. Think about that when you’re out on your date tomorrow. But you don’t get to leave just yet.” She disentangled herself and got to her feet, then grabbed a fistful of Marie’s hair. “Up ant at ‘em,” she said. “I’m gonna get both of us cleaned up, and then we’re going back out there.”
Marie protested noisily as Cheryl hauled her into the showers, but her friend’s grip on her hair hurt too much for her to try to struggle. Cheryl swung Marie around and pushed her up against the tiles under one of the showerheads. Marie squirmed, trying to pull away from the cold, hard surface.
“Listen to me,” Cheryl said. She kept her grip on Marie’s hair, using it to keep her pressed against the wall. “I’m gonna warn you about what’s probably coming next. I’m also gonna give you some tips. I don’t know why I’m doing this, really. I had my eye on ‘A’ from the beginning, but he seems to have taken an interest in you, you lucky little bitch.” She shook Marie’s head roughly, making her whimper.
“Anyway,” Cheryl went on. “You came down here on your own, and then you decided to stay on your own. That’s how it works, at first. He didn’t fuck you, did he?”
“Who?”
“’A’, you silly girl,” Cheryl snapped.
“No…” Marie admitted. “No, he didn’t.”
“Betcha you wanted him to,” Cheryl snickered. “But all he did was make you suck him off, right?”
“Yes.” Marie felt her face burning.
“Thought so. That’s all you have to look forward to tonight. None of ‘em will fuck you, but every one of them will stick his dick in your mouth. That’s all they do with a newbie. You have to come back again to get properly fucked.”
“I won’t be coming back,” Marie said. “Not if they’re going to make me do that!”
“Your choice,” Cheryl shrugged. “About coming back, I mean. Now, listen to me.” She shook Marie’s head again. “They like it if you struggle and complain, as long as you keep sucking. They really get off on that. Make a lot of noise when one of them has his cock in your mouth. Squirm and complain. Act like you want to spit him out or pull away. You won’t be able to, but they like it when you try.”
“Why are you telling me all this?” Marie wailed.
“Hush.” Cheryl spanked Marie hard with her free hand. It stung, making Marie yelp.
“I’m telling you what they like, especially with fresh meat. Once you let yourself get into it, you probably will too. I know I do!”
“What?” Marie tried to turn her head to look at her friend. Cheryl wouldn’t let her.
“I really like it when a guy gets sexually aggressive,” Cheryl went on. Her voice had an excited little tremor in it now. “Don’t you? Oh, yeah, I know, it all depends on the guy. But think about it. There you are, on your knees, naked and tied up, or handcuffed, and the guy’s holding your head still and your mouth is stuffed full with hot, hard cock…” Marie could feel Cheryl shiver deliciously at the picture she’d conjured up.
“You know what’s gonna happen,” Cheryl went on in a softer voice. “And there’s other guys watching, waiting their turns at you. You can’t get away. You can’t make them stop. They’re gonna use you. God, I’m getting wet just talking about it.”
She turned Marie around roughly to face her. “So struggle a little. Complain a lot. It may get you some hard whacks across your ass, but I like that too.” She leaned closer until her face was inche
s from Marie’s. There was that crazed glint in her eyes again. “Sometimes it even makes me come,” she whispered. I feel like a captured wild animal that’s being broken and trained.”
Marie stared at her friend, wide-eyed. “You’re crazy,” she said.
“Is it crazy to do what you have to do to get what you want?” Cheryl grinned wickedly. She kissed Marie again, hard, holding the kiss while Marie squirmed and protested and complained.
Cheryl broke the kiss, still grinning. “Yeah, just like that,” she said. “Well, come on now. I’ve got to get us both cleaned up. It’s good to make them wait a bit, but those men aren’t going to wait forever.”
***
Marie had never had so many showers in such a short time in her life. She stood near the door to the big room, watching as Cheryl used a towel to dry her hair. Her breasts jiggled as she rubbed vigorously. She’d been just as vigorous earlier in washing and drying Marie, and Marie felt her face reddening as she thought about it. Things were going to be very different between her and Cheryl after this.