by Nicole Dere
‘Shut her up,’ she giggled, hauling them further down. ‘She’ll have everybody up here, complaining like that.’ Next thing I knew Jack’s face swooped closer and his mouth was fastened over my parted lips, while his tongue plunged invasively to the back of my throat. My struggle ceased with magical abruptness, as if he had sucked all resistance from me. I could feel the strength ebbing away from my watery muscles, the flowing weakness spreading from my tummy, fanning outwards from that moist junction which was hidden by the black silk triangle of my knickers, against which my mound seemed to swell with newly released urgency. As if he knew exactly what was happening within me, he released my mouth and eased his weight from my breast. His fingers plucked unhurriedly at the buttons of my shirt, undoing them, so that it fell open revealing my black bra, from which my breasts rose in an effort to gather air into my straining lungs.
They stripped me with teasing deliberation. Katy removed my trainers and socks before she tugged the jeans clear of my feet. Jack lifted my arms and shoulders from the old mattress upon which they had laid me, to get my shirt off. I lay shivering in my bra and panties, making no effort to prevent them.
They knelt over me, and their eyes met. They nodded mischievously. His fingers were busy at my back, with a wicked skill I had never associated with a boy only a year or so older than me. He unhooked the bra clip, eased down the shoulder straps and peeled the cups from my breasts, and his eyes devoured me.
I gasped as I felt Katy’s fingers at my hips, and then the elastic of my panties being eased down to peel away my last concealment.
Without pretence now they assaulted me with rough love-play, but the attack only heightened the fever of my excitement. I spasmed, close to an orgasm, as Jack’s mouth settled over one nipple while Katy’s tongue lapped at the other. Her fingers teased and plucked my labia, parting the wet tissue, which flowered, engorged and throbbing with hunger to feel her penetrate me.
I was sobbing, shaking uncontrollably, sure that any second now I should feel for the first time a penis plunge deep into my tightness. So it made the shock all the more brutal when, trapped in that world of helpless need, I suddenly found myself plucked upright, thrust onto a rickety wooden chair to which I was tied by wrists and ankles, with enough force to make my struggles to escape utterly useless. Katy then produced a roll of broad green parcel tape, with which she gagged my protesting mouth until I was unable to make any sound other than a feeble, muffled, outraged, ‘M-m-mumph!’
‘Right, my little virgin, look and learn,’ she said, and with all the aplomb of practised strippers, she and Jack undressed in front of me. I had little choice but to follow her advice, and there was the penis I had thought was going to fuck me, in all its rigid glory. I watched its stiffness disappear into the mouth of a transformed Katy, who knelt submissively at his feet and sucked him until he was forced to seize her blonde hair and pull her away. His prick gleamed with her saliva, and his own juices that seeped from the tiny slit at the dark helm. Which disappeared yet again as he grabbed her thighs and upended her on the mattress. Her feet were lifted and pointed directly towards me. He plunged between them and I watched, entranced, the powerful rise and fall of his bottom, the tempo quickening to the last frantic, rutting ride home, the cheeks dimpling as he fucked her to perfection. The upturned feet jerked in their mad dance of release, and at that very instant my thighs tightened and my stomach knotted in their own crescendo as I came in a shattering flood, which made the chair wobble and creak on the dusty floorboards.
Chapter 12
Jane and I moved to the floor of the luxurious bedroom for more intimacy. We made a nest of the plentiful blankets and pillows, and left the large bed to Nicky and Anita. They could not see us – unless they made a point of looking – but no doubt they could hear every sob and sigh as we brought each other to summits of ultimate bliss. It was as well that they weren’t able to overhear our whispered confessions while we lay entangled in sated contentment – if they had, they might have been further shocked.
Jane finally told me of the sexual problems she was facing inside her marriage. How Carl, a whiz kid in his career as a trade consultant for some mega international company, was far from hot under the sheets. ‘At least he isn’t with me,’ she brooded, but I gathered her suspicions that he might be getting his oats off elsewhere were not really serious. ‘We hardly seem to touch each other any more. I know he’s got his career and everything, but it’s like he’s gone off me altogether. I just don’t understand. We love each other, we really do. But then sex and love… how much do they really have to do with each other?’ she mused out loud.
I was very intrigued. ‘How do you cope?’ I asked her. ‘I mean, what do you do to get your fun if you don’t fuck? I gather you haven’t gone off sex too. And don’t tell me you have because I won’t believe you.’
She gave a self-reproaching tut. ‘I learnt to become quite efficient at DIY,’ she admitted with obvious difficulty, ‘and I have to admit I strayed a little bit, too. Not much, but I confess, I had one or two sneaky little affairs.’
My mind returned to my own relationship with Jack. Maybe it was the kinky nature of its beginnings that gave it the necessary sparkle and fascination that, for me, it had never lost. Vividly, I recalled that first hectic passion yet again, when he and Katy had forced upon me the role of voyeur. I pictured myself sitting there, my arms and ankles abraded at the strength with which I twisted and fought against the bonds that held me to that wooden chair. I would never forget the helplessness that served to fan the heat of my sexual excitement as I watched their beautiful, undulating bodies, until my own wayward flesh found its release. Wickedly, they continued to keep me simmering with frustration, until after a few days I was practically begging Jack to put me out of my virgin misery and screw me. And it was not just Jack I begged – all pride was forgotten as I blubbered and pleaded with Katy to allow me the privilege of surrendering my body to that rearing, all-important penis.
It was quite a come down, but it was worth it when, at last, after more teasing on that musty mattress that left me literally running with need, I felt for the first time Jack’s penis plough into my lubricated, eager pussy, and seconds later send me spasming in an explosive climax which was infinitely more wonderful than my wildest, rudest dreams had prepared me for.
But for the moment, the situation Jane and I found ourselves in contained more than enough excitement and fear even for me. She and I both knew that the idyll we were sharing could not last. After our third night in the unaccustomed splendour of the palace, we were woken at first light by a crisply dressed Krista, who stood over us with a smile on her lovely face that made our hearts pound with alarm. I could feel the colour sweep up from my breasts to my cheeks as she stared knowingly at Jane and me.
A little earlier, when we had for the moment exhausted our appetite for each other, we climbed into the soft warmth of the big bed, where Anita and Nicky were sleeping in chummy but chaste harmony. But the cool grey eyes of our captor seemed to penetrate to our very thoughts, so that I was convinced she was aware of every detail of our new intimacy. The instinctive way in which I snuggled into Jane’s arms no doubt served to confirm what she already knew or suspected.
‘Well, my little whores,’ that throaty voice proclaimed, ‘how have you all been without me?’ She reached out and playfully ruffled Nicky’s hair, which could not now be described as ‘cropped’, as it was when I first saw her. I thought how thoroughly we had all been broken into our submissive role, for the athletic girl did nothing except bow her head now and blush a fiery scarlet, which drew a further chuckle from Krista; a chuckle which set me on edge, for beneath its lightness I could detect a hint of jealousy.
But she kept up this act of light-hearted casualness all the way through a leisurely breakfast, served to us by Joseph. As usual, we were completely naked. I felt myself blushing, ridiculously coy when Krista’s eyes examined us, as though she had never observed us naked before. It seemed a lot l
onger than five days since we had seen her.
‘I have missed you, my little whores,’ she said, grinning. ‘Though I know you never gave me a thought, what with all those men you have had to entertain, and do not worry, I have been hearing all about you. But your fun is over,’ she went on menacingly. ‘You are well and truly back with me now. Well,’ she qualified, with a sinister chuckle, ‘two of you are.’ And she crooked a finger at Jane and me. ‘You two, come with me.’
With a last anxious glance at the other two frightened faces, we rose and followed her out of the room.
Once again reminded of our nudity, which seemed designed to strip us of our sense of uniqueness, of our individuality, we padded in her wake along the corridor with its closed doors and heavily framed portraits of forgotten colonial administrators hanging on the walls. She led us to a narrow staircase and down to the ground floor, somewhere at the rear of the building near the kitchens. We could hear chattering voices and laughter, and the sound of clattering dishes and running water.
Then we felt the full heat of the sun on our shoulders, and the pinprick of gravel beneath our feet. A few yards from the door was a Land Rover, possibly the same one as before, and at Krista’s curt order we climbed over the tailgate. She joined us in the back.
The low bench seats were hard beneath our bottoms and we shifted uncomfortably, our knees bumping, during a ride that lasted too long, the road growing progressively worse until we were being flung and jarred about, so that it was a great relief when at last we reached journey’s end.
A quick glance around as we alighted showed us that we were in a fenced compound of a much more modest building than the one we had just left. It was a single storey edifice, with a steep roof of red corrugated iron, and the rendered walls were painted an ugly yellow. There was a wooden veranda that ran around the building, with a low wooden railing at its outer edge. The windows were small, and on the inside of the glass, they were lined with grilles of stout metal mesh. Two guards lounged at the front door, and we could see two other guards at the gate of the compound. The grinning soldiers stared lecherously at us, and then we were inside, in a sparsely furnished room, the polished concrete floor, scattered with a few rush mats, cool beneath our bare feet.
To our surprise, Krista’s three original accomplices came in through an adjoining door. It had been three months since we had last seen them, but theirs were not faces we were likely to forget easily. Two of them stared at us with undisguised lust, which made me wonder how Krista had managed to keep us out of their sight and out of their hands for so long, while the leader eyed us with a cooler regard, befitting his status as their superior, I suppose. Nevertheless, his gaze covered us with lingering appreciation.
‘Welcome, ladies.’ He smiled, treating us to the full effect of his handsome face. In spite of myself, I felt a stupid adolescent blush rising from my throat, and I quickly stared down at my toes. ‘I hope you like your new home,’ he went on in a pleasant voice. ‘Not quite up to the elegance of President Koloba’s residence, but I am sure you will get used to it, in time. As you will have gathered by now, it is conveniently out of the way and extremely secure.’
Jane cleared her throat and spoke in an appeasing tone. ‘Please, can you tell us if – when we’ll be going home? Has anything—!’ she gave a cry of alarm as Krista stepped forward and grabbed her by the hair, twisting her arm up behind her back, and forced her down to her knees.
‘You can see they’ve missed me, can’t you?’ Krista smiled, keeping Jane’s wrist trapped spitefully high between her shoulder blades. Jane’s head was down, and she was whimpering quietly. ‘Who gave you permission to speak?’ Krista barked, and briefly increased the pressure on Jane’s arm until the girl let out another shrill yelp of agony.
‘No one!’ Jane managed to mutter miserably. ‘I’m suh – sorry!’
Krista flung her away and she fell sprawling, clutching at her upper arm. She lay there on her front, cowering, making no effort to rise.
‘I can see I’ll have to lick you two into shape,’ Krista commented, chuckling, ‘and there’s no time like the present, as they say. Is everything ready?’ She nodded towards the inner door.
The shorter and more thickset of the men nodded and grinned expressively. ‘All is as you wish,’ he said, leering at us, and my heart quickened with fear. But he then looked extremely disappointed as the leader spoke, with crisp impatience.
‘No, we must go,’ he said. ‘We will be back tonight. Have fun – there are guards in plenty should you need any help.’ He glanced at Krista, but the blonde head shook firmly.
‘No, I can handle things,’ she said confidently. ‘Do not worry.’ She prodded Jane’s hip with her boot. ‘Come, whores, I have a wonderful surprise for you.’
Intrigued as well as frightened, we followed her as she led us through the doorway into a short corridor. We passed a bathroom and a shower room, and I guessed that the door opposite led to bedrooms. Then we entered a spacious room at the far end of the bungalow, which certainly was a bedroom.
A large bed filled the centre of the space, but there was little other furniture except a few cane chairs placed against one wall. But what caught our gaze, and occupied our full attention, was the bizarre spectacle on the bed itself. Side by side, chained and manacled by wrists and ankles to the head and foot rails, lay two sleekly gleaming black figures. The black, however, was not the colour of their skin, but the tight suits that covered them from head to toe. It was made of a stretchy smooth material, and literally did conceal every inch of them, except for a tiny vent at their nostrils, and a slightly larger slit that outlined the shape of their mouths. There was one other opening in these weird garments, and it was this fact which chiefly drew our astonished gaze, for sprouting from their groins through an aperture designed expressly for the purpose were their penises, both of a delicate brown hue, one a little darker than the other, that proclaimed the two men to be Caucasian.
But there were differences between them; for example, the penis on the right as we faced them was much the larger. Even dormant it was nearly twice the length of its more normal-sized counterpart. It draped heavily across the fold of thigh, the helm still shrouded in its puckered hood of foreskin. By contrast, the other penis looked as though it was standing up a little, in a kind of semi-erection. The purple dome of its glistening helm was uncovered, yet the brown, concertinaed column poking from the hole in the black suit was only a little longer than the helm itself. The whole squat appendage, from tip to base, was a generous few inches, and yet it seemed an unimpressive length compared to the other penis. It was not actually in any state of erection, and yet it appeared to be standing proud from the supine body.
Both these weird figures looked like some strange sci-fi cartoon creation. They were both slim, and the one with the smaller penis was quite a bit shorter than the fellow by his side. We could see the shape of their torsos, the upward thrust of their ribcages and the hollowed sweep of flat stomachs. But the sleek roundness of the eyeless skulls and those clinging black bodysuits, though showing every dip and curve and projection, gave us absolutely no idea of what they looked like. And the only part of them on view, those sprouting penises, added only to the strange sense of disembodiment.
‘Right, my dear girls, you can see what miserable specimens of so-called manhood we have here,’ Krista sneered. ‘Let us see if you can bring these limp worms to life.’
She directed me towards the fellow with the smaller prick, while Jane knelt astride the legs of the other guy, whose tool was already stirring and lifted tremulously from his thigh even before she touched him. Krista had acquired a whip, of slender triple leather strands. We needed no such encouragement to bend, literally, to our task, though we both felt its biting lash across our backs and our lifted buttocks as we reached forward and got on with our bizarre task of arousing two anonymous flack figures.
My man’s cock looked like one of those mysterious toadstool fungi you see growing in the wo
ods. I took it gently between thumb and forefinger, shook it, and let my fingers stroke down the few inches or so of warm column below that shiny dome. I felt a responsive beat. There was an emission of clear fluid. I lapped gingerly, taking in its tangy, acrid flavour. The juice flowed freely, but despite the increasing vigour of my strokes, the thing scarcely grew in length at all, and although there was a certain residual firmness about the shaft, it gave no real indication of stiffening into the rigidity of a proper erection. I could hear Jane sucking to my right, and had a sense of her dark head bobbing diligently. In desperation, I kissed the helmet between my fingers, and then took it inside my mouth, sucking hard, and sliding my lips down until I had him completely inside.
At last! I felt him swell and press against the roof of my mouth, while his thigh muscles locked. They rubbed against my breasts, and his groin lifted slightly to meet my caresses. Then, with a shudder that I felt pass through me, he ejaculated with startling suddenness and without warning straight into my working mouth. His thick seed flooded me and I choked, pulling my mouth away even as I instinctively swallowed his sperm, and then I howled at the flare of agony across my buttocks as Krista cut me with the whip.
‘Finish it!’ she urged hoarsely, and obediently I covered his cock again with my mouth and lapped up the residue of his come until I had swallowed it all.
Gasping, I turned my head and saw Jane’s crimson face working furiously at the column that rose splendidly upright. The helm gleamed, and the rigid shaft was roped with twisted veins, throbbing with the urgency of its desire. Then, with a swift and brutal efficiency, Krista hauled Jane off the captive figure and flung her carelessly to the floor, where she lay, staring in appalled fascination, just as I did, at the most bizarre spectacle of all in that weird episode.
