by S. J. Lewis
Her life had come down to this. Once she had preyed upon men, upon wealthy ones whenever she could manage it. Now she was a captive sexual plaything for them, letting them fuck her or sucking their disgusting cocks on command…and swallowing the slimy, salty messes that they gave her to swallow. She hated every moment of it. In her more despairing moments she wished for death to end it all, but she was not so hopeless yet that she was willing to try to kill herself. It could get better, somehow, couldn’t it?
Chapter Sixteen
“I don’t like this,” Palmieri shook her head vigorously. “Please. I don’t want to do this.”
“Too late for that, dearie,” replied the older woman. She kept her grip on Palmieri’s upper arm, urging her along. “Only way to go for you is through the door.” They were coming to the end of the dimly-lit hall. Just ahead was a set of double doors that filled the stone archway. Palmieri was freshly bathed and groomed and completely naked. Her wrists were bound behind her with black cord, her long hair pulled tightly back in a ponytail.
“Just do what I told you to do and you should be okay,” the woman smiled. She was somewhere in her fifties, with stiff, iron-gray hair. She was also half a foot taller than Palmieri and much, much stronger. She let go of Palmieri and went to swing the doors open.
Jessica Palmieri shuddered. She felt trapped, as trapped as any of the girls she and Spooner had sent to Kingston. Spooner was dead now. The coroner’s report said that he’d been stinking drunk when his car went off the road and smacked into an abutment at eighty miles an hour. Tito was gone too. According to the fire marshal, a gas leak had led to the explosion and fire that took out his place of business and him along with it. She clung to the idea that what had happened to Tito had truly been an accident. She had no illusions at all regarding Spooner’s fate. She was also sure that the only reason she was still breathing was because she was attractive, female and fuckable.
The doors swung inwards, letting in brighter light. Palmieri blinked. She could see what looked like a small, round arena, maybe fifteen feet across, ringed by an eight-foot-high stone wall. The floor was covered with deep sand.
“Get on out there, dearie,” the other woman said cheerfully as she gave Palmieri a hard shove. “Do what I told you.”
Palmieri staggered out into the arena. She heard the doors slam shut behind her before she could regain her balance on the shifting sand. Breathing rapidly, she straightened up and looked around fearfully. The sanded area was well lit, but anything outside that stone wall was in darkness. There could be dozens of people up there staring at her and she’d never know it. She was very much alone within the arena. He was supposed to be here. Where was he? Was he up there, watching her, enjoying the show as she fought back panic?
She heard the creak of hinges and quickly looked towards the sound. There was another set of double doors at the opposite side of the arena from where she had entered. One of them opened and Kingston stepped through it and into the arena. He wore tan slacks and a loose-fitting lighter tan shirt. He had left the shirttails out. He took two steps towards Palmieri and stopped, his arms folded, as the door slowly shut behind him. For a long moment he just looked at Palmieri, who could only stare back at him, her heart pounding. Then he raised one eyebrow. The movement was small and subtle, but it abruptly reminded Palmieri of what she was supposed to do when she saw him. She spread her legs wide and bent over as far as she could without losing her balance. It was a pose that reeked of female submission, but she was far too frightened of this man not to do as she’d been told.
Kingston nodded and smiled, then came over to her. He pulled her slowly upright by her ponytail and looked into her eyes for a moment. Then she felt his hands on her breasts, fingers digging into her soft flesh and she had to look away. He pushed her head back down until her face was level with his crotch. She watched as he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and held it up to her mouth, brushing the blunt head of it across her lips. Palmieri opened her mouth and took him in quickly. She had been told to suck his cock slowly and deeply. She did that, hoping that it pleased him. He felt thick and heavy in her mouth. She could feel him stroking her hair softly.
“Get it nice and hard and wet, Jessica,” he said to her quietly. “I’m going to fuck you soon.”
All she could do was whimper. She wanted very much to please him. She also wanted very, very much not to end up like Spooner or Tito. She would let him fuck her. But she wasn’t ready for it at all, and this was so far removed from what she usually preferred that she didn’t think she ever would be. She did what she could instead, letting her saliva flow freely.
Finally, he pulled her head away. She started to straighten up, but he laid a hand on her back. He didn’t apply any pressure. He didn’t have to. Palmieri remained bent over, waiting anxiously as he went around behind her. She felt his fingers probing her. Then she felt his hands gripping her by the waist and the head of his cock, still slippery from her mouth, pushing between her pussy lips. He entered her roughly. It hurt, but not unbearably. Palmieri winced and groaned and braced herself until she felt his body bump up against hers. He shifted his hands from her waist to her shoulders and began pumping. It still hurt, but not quite so much. Her body began to respond, late and inadequately, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. Palmieri gritted her teeth. She could feel her tits bouncing from the force of his thrusts. He was big and aggressive. Under other circumstances…like without the ropes, or the fear, or the overwhelming public feeling of this place, she might have found it pleasurable. As it was, it was simply bearable. He kept on fucking her, hard and deep, and then abruptly stopped, jammed as deeply into her as he could go, his fingers digging painfully into her shoulders. She heard him grunt, just once. As he held her tightly in place she felt his body jerk once, twice, three times, and knew that he had come. He held her for a moment longer, and then slowly pulled his cock out of her. She started to rise again and he gripped her by the back of her neck, keeping her bent over. The next thing she knew he had his cock in her face again.
“Clean it,” he ordered. When she hesitated, he shook her roughly. “Clean it!” he repeated. She took him in her mouth again. His cock was glistening wet and sticky with his and her fluids intermingled. She had thought that she could manage it if he had come in her mouth. She’d even thought that she might be able to swallow, if he had told her to. But she had not imagined this at all. She sucked and licked him clean, feeling degraded, shamed and helpless. Some invisible line had been crossed inside of her. After this she knew that she would submit to anything else he wanted to do, and she would hate herself for it. For now, she kept cleaning his cock, unsure when to stop. He answered that question for her when he pulled out of her mouth himself.
“You show promise,” he said to her, his hand still on the back of her neck. “Get on your knees and wait. Someone will come for you soon.”
Palmieri obeyed. She watched as he strolled out of the arena through the same door by which he had entered and shut it behind him. She wondered who would be coming for her, and what they would come for. The cords binding her wrists felt uncomfortably tight, and the skin on the back of her neck still tingled where he had touched her.
Other BDSM Erotica from S J Lewis
Augustin’s Island
Claudia’s Surrender: The Case of the Reluctant Submissive
Female Prey
The Elusive Prey
Female Prey & The Elusive Prey (Duo)
Hunting Party
Marie’s Descent
Tanya, non-consensual (a 2010 release)
The Dark Woods & Other Bondage Stories
Urban Prey
Vacation
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