Anna stiffened for a moment. Eileen felt the woman trembling on top of her, felt the woman’s arms tighten around her. “Oh!” she said again. Her breath became raspy in Eileen’s ear. “Oh!” Her body convulsed against Eileen. “Oh!”
Eileen realized suddenly that someone was behind Anna, thrusting into the woman as she lay atop her. She felt a sudden surge of shyness, as if she were an intruder in what should be someone else’s private moment. Anna’s breathing became heavier. Eileen felt her lips on her neck again, kissing and biting.
The woman moaned. Her body writhed atop Eileen’s. Eileen felt her moving backward to meet the thrusts. A sudden a voyeuristic thrill overcame the shyness. She had never been in the presence of people having sex before, other than the one time she’d been made to watch Dr. Moreland take the nurse against the wall. That time, Eileen had felt uncomfortable, fearing what the nurse might do to her. Now, Anna’s soft moans of pleasure, the sensual way her body moved, excited Eileen. She felt herself responding to Anna’s pleasure, hands caressing the woman’s back.
Anna’s moans grew louder. Eileen kissed the woman’s neck. Her legs wrapped around the woman’s hips. She could feel the unseen man thrusting into Anna, the woman’s hips rocking with each stroke. She bit her neck gently.
“Oh! Harder!” Anna breathed. “Harder!”
Eileen felt the man move faster, ramming into her vigorously. She bit harder, feeling her teeth sink into Anna’s neck.
“Yes! Yes!” Anna cried. Her body stiffened. “Yes!” Eileen felt her shudder. Her back arched and she screamed, thrashing in ecstasy. “Yes!”
When it ended, Eileen felt aftershocks trembling through the woman’s body. “That was nice,” she said. “Come in me now.”
Anna kissed Eileen, tongue probing between her lips. The unseen man leaned over both of them, thrusting faster in short, hard strokes. Eileen heard him gasping, felt the nearness of his body. Anna kissed her deeply as her unseen lover came with a roar.
Anna shuddered as the man withdrew. She rolled over onto her back, bringing Eileen over on top of her. “Now it’s your turn,” she said.
Her hands pushed Eileen’s head down firmly. Eileen felt her heart pounding. Anna held her by the hair, pressed her face into her breast. Eileen took an erect nipple between her lips. Anna sighed. “Yes,” she said. “Now you make me come.”
Eileen quivered in fear as the woman pushed her head lower. Her lips moved over her soft belly, down over her mound. She felt Anna spread her legs wide, knees in the air. Her strong hands forced Eileen’s head between them. “Lick me. Make me come hard.”
Hesitantly, gingerly, Eileen extended her tongue. The woman tilted her hips up, hands still holding her head firmly. Her tongue slid between the woman’s folds. Eileen gagged as warm thick goo, a mixture of Anna’s juices and the unseen man’s semen, flowed over it.
“Now you all take her,” Anna said.
Eileen felt hands on her waist. Before she could react, a hard cock, thick and demanding, was buried in her pussy. “Mmmf!” she cried.
Anna pressed her face firmly between her legs, her grip strong in Eileen’s hair. “Make me come!”
Eileen began to lick, alternately running her tongue in circles around Anna’s clit and probing inside her dripping pussy. The woman shuddered and moaned, arching to press upward against Eileen’s face. The man behind her started thrusting in long, slow strokes. Eileen quivered, trapped between them. Thick, sticky come dripped from Anna onto her tongue, making her gag. Her pussy clenched around the thick shaft buried in it. The hands tightened on her hips.
“Do it hard,” Anna said. “She likes it.”
He obeyed, ramming forcefully into Eileen again and again. Her screams were muffled between Anna’s thighs. Eileen struggled helplessly, unable to escape the rough pounding. Anna’s strong hands held her head tightly, preventing her from moving away. She forced herself to run her tongue up and down, stroking the woman’s clit, praying for her to come quickly.
Abruptly, without warning, the man behind her slammed in deep. Eileen felt a torrent of warm wetness gush up inside her. Anna ground her hips against Eileen’s face, urgent, demanding. Eileen thrashed violently, gasping. Anna pressed her down forcefully with both hands. “No! You lick me, like a good slut!”
The man pulled out, releasing a gush of wetness that slid down Eileen’s thigh. As soon as his hands had left her hips, Eileen felt another set of hands on her body. She barely had time to brace herself before another hard shaft plowed into her.
Anna kept her there for a long time, hands on her head, while one man after another took Eileen from behind. She writhed and shrieked in pleasure from Eileen’s tongue, arching her back as she came. After each orgasm, her hands would press Eileen’s head down as she said “Again! Make me come again!”
Feelings of helpless objectification washed through Eileen, as though her body existed only for other people’s pleasure. She found herself yielding to it, becoming more compliant under their hands. Her struggles ceased. Butterflies swirled.
By the time the third man was inside her, she found herself delighting in every gasp and shudder her teasing tongue drew from Anna’s body. Eileen came just before the man did, crying out in pleasure, thrusting her tongue into Anna’s wet sex in time with the thrusts inside her. When it was over, she tightened around his cock, moving her hips against him until he spurted inside her.
When the fourth man rammed himself hard and thick into her, Eileen felt herself coming over and over, a series of short, sharp orgasms following one another so quickly that she could hardly tell when one ended and the next started. Anna wrapped her legs behind Eileen’s head, moaning and screaming, lost in pleasure.
The fifth man entered her. Eileen shrieked, her pussy sore and aching from the rough use. When the orgasm came, it was wrenching, painful in its intensity. She shuddered and squirmed powerlessly. Her anguished cries brought an instant response from Anna, who writhed in a powerful orgasm of her own. The cock inside of her swelled painfully thick and erupted, sending a flood of warmth into her.
And then, just like that, it was over. Anna, sated, released her. The cock slipped out of her. Come dripped from her into the thick carpet. Eileen whimpered softly, unable to move.
She heard fabric ripping. She did not resist as Anna lifted her hand and tied a scrap of her shredded dress around her wrist. More ripping, and another torn strip of cloth was knotted around her other wrist.
“Stand up. Come over here.” Anna helped her to rise, guided her blindly to the table. “Bend over.”
Eileen obeyed without protest. Anna stretched her arms over the other side of the table. With a few quick motions, Eileen’s wrists were bound to the table legs, holding her in place. Her breasts pressed against smooth, polished wood. She heard more cloth tearing, and soon her ankles were bound to the legs of the table.
She felt hands on her ass, caressing her, spreading her wide. “Look how pretty it is!” Anna said. “This ass needs to be fucked.” A fingertip lightly traced the entrance to her anus. “Who wants to fuck her in her pretty little ass?”
She heard people moving behind her. Eileen let out a low, helpless sound, realizing that they were not yet finished, that no part of her would go unused. Something thick and liquid flowed down the cleft of her ass, cool and slippery. She shuddered.
“How about you? Are you ready to fuck this ass?” Anna said. “Okay.” Eileen felt someone move into position behind her. Anna’s hand guided the tip of his cock to her entrance. “We will get you nice and hard first.”
Quivering with fear, Eileen felt the woman stroke the cock poised to enter her. Slowly, gradually, it thickened, the head beginning to stretch her open as the shaft hardened. When Anna was satisfied that the unidentified owner of the now-erect cock was sufficiently aroused, she placed both hands on Eileen’s ass, spreading her open. “Now. Fuck her hard.”
He rammed deep, all at once, plunging into Eileen’s anus so quickly that she couldn’t
even scream. She struggled against the remnants of her dress binding her to the table. “Hnngh!”
“Good!” Anna said. “Fuck that ass. Fill it with your spunk. She wants it. Don’t you, slut?”
“Yes!” Eileen cried, ashamed of her own need. “Yes! I do!”
He began taking her hard, in short, quick thrusts. Eileen writhed, grinding herself back onto him, her gasps echoing his. Soft hands—Anna’s, Eileen thought—caressed her back gently. “Look how she likes it! Now come in that pretty ass.”
The man’s breathing turned heavy. Eileen felt his excitement in every thrust, in the way his legs trembled when his hips smacked against her. She felt her own excitement rising to match his. The butterflies swirled. The woman’s hands caressed her back, massaging her while also holding her down to receive the pounding. She gave herself over to it, eyes closed behind the blindfold, hands gripping the edge of the table tightly.
They both came together, each of them crying out in mutual ecstasy. A hot wet torrent of come flooded into Eileen’s ass. She thrust her hips up as much as her bonds would allow, longing to feel him deeper. Anna leaned over to kiss the back of her neck, hands running lightly down Eileen’s sides. “Does that feel good?”
The thrusting slowed and stopped. Eileen felt her pulse around the cock in her ass, already starting to soften. Her breathing slowed. “Yes,” she said. “It does.”
He slipped out of her slowly. Eileen let out a small soft sound of disappointment. Anna’s hands ran lightly down Eileen’s arms to the twisted bits of fabric tying her to the table. A few quick tugs on the knots and the bonds fell away. Anna guided Eileen to a chair. Her arms slid around her. “How was that? You liked that?”
“Yes,” Eileen whispered. Her body trembled. Now that it was over, she felt overwhelmed. She wrapped her arms tightly around the woman, shaking. “Yes. Oh, yes.” She felt overwhelmed and vulnerable, but also happy.
“You are okay?” Anna said, her voice gentle.
Eileen kissed her, deeply, feeling overcome with the intensity of her experience. “Yes.”
A hand caressed her hair. “I’m so proud of you!” Anthony’s voice murmured in her ear. “You did so well, my precious little whore.”
Eileen wrapped her arm around him, bringing him close. Her lips found his. “Thank you,” she whispered.
She clung tightly to both of them, feeling them each against her body. The two of them held her close, each of them kissing her cheeks and neck. Anthony’s hands caressed her while Anna murmured soothing things in her ear. “It felt good? You like what happened?”
“Very much,” Eileen said. She kissed her again, softly, her fingertips gently caressing the woman’s skin. “It…was hard. But I liked it.”
“Here. I have a present for you.” Anna pressed the wine bottle into Eileen’s hand. “You keep this. Think of me.”
Eileen blushed. Anna and Anthony helped her stand. She felt Anthony’s fingers buckle a collar around her neck. A moment later, she felt the weight of the leash connected to it. “Time to go home, my darling,” Anthony said.
Eileen blushed deeper. Warm come slid down her thighs. “I don’t have anything to wear! My dress is ripped up!”
“It’s a good thing we don’t have far to walk to get to the car, then,” Anthony said.
Eileen felt the heat crawl down her neck. She reached for the blindfold. Anna’s hands caught hers. “No.”
“I think se wants you to stay blindfolded,” Anthony said. “Don’t worry. I’ll guide you.”
Anthony led her carefully to the door. They stepped out into the cool, wet air. The rain had slowed to the point of a fine mist. Eileen stepped hesitantly onto the sidewalk. Anthony helped her, one hand on her arm, the other holding the leash. The fine rain clung to her skin.
They walked toward the car. Eileen felt totally exposed as she was led, naked and blindfolded, down the street. She wanted to rush to the safety of the car, but was afraid to move too quickly lest she stumble. Anthony walked with her, shepherding her, steering her clear of obstacles in their path. She wrapped one arm around his waist, trusting him to protect her.
“Well, hello again!” came an unfamiliar voice, low and feminine. They stopped.
“Again?” Anthony’s voice sounded amused.
“I saw you once before. Boston Commons. It was a beautiful evening. You had her on a leash then, too. Her shirt was open. I made you walk around me.”
Eileen had a sudden, vivid memory of dark hair, possessive eyes lingering on her body, Anthony refusing to let her cover up. Her face flushed. A tremble of arousal rippled through her body. Her fingers tightened on Anthony’s waist.
“Looks like you’ve been up to no good,” the woman’s voice lilted. “Here.” Eileen heard a purse open. “Call me.” Footsteps walked away.
“Hmm,” Anthony said.
“What?” Eileen felt her heart pounding. “What did she give you?”
“Her card.” He sounded amused. Eileen flushed. Butterflies swirled.
She felt flustered as he led her on. Water beaded in her hair and on her skin. A quick image came into her head, Anthony handing her leash to the strange woman, the woman leading her off to…where? Somewhere to use her? To share her with others? She shivered. This was the second time she’d seen her being led around naked or half-naked in public. What did the woman think of her? What would she do, if Anthony gave Eileen to her? Tension coiled in Eileen’s belly. Had she really given Anthony her card? Would he call her? Would he invite her over?
“Are you going to get in? Or would you prefer to stand out here in the rain?” Anthony’s words shattered the vision. She realized she’d been so lost in thought that she hadn’t noticed when they stopped moving. Anthony had opened the car’s door for her, and was waiting for her to get in. She ducked her head, blushing.
Once inside its enclosed space, she felt herself relax a bit. Anthony climbed into the seat next to her. Soon, they were in motion.
“Did you like your anniversary celebration?”
“Yes,” she said quietly. Admitting it made her blush again.
“Did you enjoy wearing your hair up to show off your label, so that everyone knew what you are?”
“I…” Eileen thought about it for a moment. Her nipples hardened. “Yes, I did. I like when people look at me that way.” She reached out toward Anthony, letting her hand move up his leg to his lap. Her fingers caressed the hard bulge beneath his slacks. “Did you like it? Did you enjoy watching what they did to me?”
“Yes, I did. Very much.”
Eileen unfastened his pants one-handed to release his erection. He gasped as her hand slid up and down slowly along his shaft. Her fingers slid over the head, finding the drop of wetness already forming there. He moaned. She stroked faster, savoring the way his body tightened in response.
“What were you thinking about so loudly back there?” he asked.
“I…” Eileen felt crimson heat move from her face all the way down to her feet. Her toes curled.
“Tell the truth.”
“I was thinking about you…” Her breath caught. “About you giving me to that woman we just saw.” Her hand trembled on Anthony’s shaft.
“Oh? I thought you didn’t like having sex with other women.”
“I like pleasing you.” A wild spark of reckless wantonness ignited inside her. Her fingers curled tightly around Anthony’s cock. “Would you like that? Would you like seeing her lead me off somewhere to do all kinds of things to me?”
“Maybe…oh!” His shaft thickened in her hand.
“Would you make me tell you all about it? Her hand sped up. “Would it turn you on to hear all the dirty things she did to my body? Would you make me tell you all the filthy things she made me do? Would you want to know all the ways she used me?” Quivering tension spread through her legs. She felt her pussy contract, aroused by his response to her teasing. “Would you make me describe every little indecent thing that happened to me, so that you would know ho
w slutty I was?”
Anthony’s breathing turned ragged. A drop of wetness rolled down the underside of his cock and spread across Eileen’s fingers. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, I would.” His body trembled. “Oh!” he gasped.
In an instant, Eileen was leaning across the seat. Her lips closed tightly around the head of his cock. She kept stroking, faster, her hand sliding up and down until he cried out. “Oh!” His body spasmed. Come gushed into her mouth.
When he was finished, Eileen straightened. She held it in her mouth, nose wrinkled in disgust, until he reached out to touch her lips gently. “You may swallow, little whore.”
She made a small coughing sound as she choked the warm, thick mouthful down. Sheepish, she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, slightly embarrassed by her own brazenness.
He caressed her arm lightly. “You are insatiable. You just finished being gang-raped and you couldn’t even wait ’til we were home to suck me off. You really like being a sex slave, don’t you, my darling whore?” The way he said it didn’t sound like a question.
“Yes. I do.”
“I think you will remember this night for a long time, won’t you?”
“Yes.” Her nipples throbbed.
“It was nice of Anna to give you a keepsake. From now on, whenever you remember this evening, I want you to stop whatever you’re doing and masturbate yourself with this bottle.”
“Anthony!” Her pussy quivered. “That’s obscene!”
“It is. That’s what you like.” His fingers stroked her cheek. “And I bet you’ll probably be doing it a lot, don’t you?” He smiled. “You’ve been a full-fledged sex slave for a year now. I think it’s time to let the world know, don’t you?”
Eileen froze. “What do you mean?”
“Summer’s coming.” His hand caressed her neck softly. “I’ve made an appointment with a hairdresser for you tomorrow. I think it’s time for a new style. Something shorter, that won’t hide what you are.”
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