Stolen Flame

by D W Marshall

  Ivy takes the stairs first in her beautiful emerald green gown. Her red hair blazes under the lights of the dazzling chandeliers.

  “Introducing Ivy. She will poison your hearts, gentlemen,” Mason says, announcing her.

  The cheers are deafening. Ivy walks down the stage and out of my sight. She comes back into view on her return. As she makes her way down the stairs her resolve crumbles and she breaks down. My heart breaks for her. I follow her with my eyes as she is swiftly taken away by her groomer. My eyes return to the stage again as Sunshine makes her approach.

  “The sun just got brighter, gentlemen,” I hear Mason shout. “Meet Sunshine!” The cheers are so loud I suddenly want to retreat.

  I watch on with fright-filled eyes as Sunshine takes the stage in her sunburst-yellow gown. She quickly makes her way back to us, her face not unlike Ivy’s. She also heaves and sobs before being whisked away by her groomer.

  Each girl walks across the runway to the sound of thunderous cheers. Each girl is quickly taken away. This occurs six times. Then, my turn comes. I stand at the base of the stairs for what seems like forever, even though I’m fully aware that only seconds have passed. I resolve myself by thinking about my family. I picture them all—my mother, my father, Shane, Maddie, and Liam. I hold his image the longest. I can see him so clearly, I feel as though his blue eyes are peering into my soul. I can do this because they need me to. I make a decision at that very moment to do whatever I need to do to save them because saving them saves us all.

  I bravely take the steps. Whatever words of introduction that Mason speaks as I cross the stage roll right over me. My ears immediately cloud. Thump, thump, thump, from my heart is all I can hear. The lights of the chandelier are too bright. The men on each side of the stage are faceless. Their cheers are thunderous eruptions. I’m happy that I can’t make out any of the faces. It’s just suits and clapping hands. I pause at the end of the runway, as instructed by Zion. I turn and resist the urge to run the rest of the way back.

  Zion is there when I descend the stairs. She takes me by the hand and leads me to a door that reads Preparation Chamber. The doors open to reveal six naked or near-naked girls, with jewels as their only accessories. I turn to Zion. “What’s going on?”

  “It is time for the exploration. Please, we must hurry and get you out of your gown.” She begins unzipping me.

  What? She peels my gown from my shoulders. It falls heavily to the floor. I step out of it and Zion goes to work taking the rest of my garments off of me. By the time she’s done pulling and tugging me out of my clothes, I’m completely naked except for the rubies on my neck. I fight off shame as I stand there in the buff with the other girls.

  Shame comes unbidden when Zion begins squeezing and pinching my nipples. Please just kill me now. I glance around, and to my horror, others are receiving similar treatment. I become completely horrified when Zion dips her fingers into an oily solution then takes her moistened fingers and places them between my legs. I almost swallow my own tongue in shock as Zion easily finds my clitoris. She begins moving her fingers in slow circles around the part of my body that only knows pleasure and sexual desires.

  I don’t understand how I can lose all focus and thought the second someone touches me down there, touching Petunia. I’ve been working on giving my sex her own identity, seeing how that part of my body doesn’t listen to me anyway or belong to me exclusively. I’m not sure if the new name is going to stick, but I’m willing to try anything. I spread my legs apart ever so slightly to allow Zion more access to…Petunia. Zion slips one finger, then two inside of me, sliding slowly in and out. I can’t deny how heavenly it feels deep inside my core. A moan escapes me, and for a second, I forget that there are six other girls in the room. All I can think about is the pleasure coming from between my legs.

  “Flame,” she whispers into my ear. “I believe you are ready for further exploration.”

  She’s right. My head is light and spinning. The throbbing between my legs is a new sensation for me. It is thrilling.

  I find my place in line behind the six beautiful naked young women. We all prepare ourselves for the thirty-five strangers and Mason. My only hope is that Tyson will be there.

  The stimulation offered by Zion has helped ease my nerves. At least some of my energy and focus is on the throbbing nugget between my legs that’s longing for more attention. Traitor.

  Chapter Nine

  Contraptions

  We are all led back into the ballroom. The first thing I notice is that the stage has been moved, but my view is blocked beyond that point. The girls ahead of me are being led inside one at a time. When I make it to the entrance, I wish my view was still obscured. Nothing I have seen up to this very moment is as horrific as what lies before me. Everything else was a cakewalk compared to this nightmare that I may never awaken from. It’s the most appalling scene that has ever been thrust upon me in twenty-one years. Each of my new sisters is being positioned onto one strange apparatus or another.

  Raven is placed in a device that places her in a supine position. Her knees are bent, and her legs are spread apart. Her sex is open like she’s waiting for the gynecologist to give her an annual checkup, but this is The Chamber. In The Chamber, the only doctors in the house won’t require a nurse in the room or sterile examination tools. Raven. My heart breaks for her. This is disgraceful.

  My eyes find Sky who is being placed on all fours, fully supported by the apparatus that her torso is resting upon. Her rump is in the air and exposed for all to see. I think hers must be the worst so far. Sunshine is positioned on her side—her apparatus has a pulley system. With her top leg fastened into a strap, it is lifted away from her bottom leg—pulling her into a near split. Her sex is open and accessible. I watch in horror as more girls are secured into these sexual contraptions, mortified for them and all too aware of my turn drawing near.

  Ivy is in a similar position as Sky, on all fours at first. Then the device moves and her legs slide under her until her torso is resting on top of her legs, in child’s pose—allowing her sex and her anus to be completely exposed. Sapphire is next. Out of all of the girls, she’s the only one who seems eager to participate in Mason’s sex games. Even tonight as we are being displayed like pieces of art in a gallery, she walks with more confidence than the rest of us like she chose to be here. She lays on her back and into her device, and smiles when the straps attached to her legs, pulling them over her head until her feet dangle by her ears.

  Only Violet and I are left. We are always the last at bat. We are ushered in together so I’m unable to observe her fate. Zion leads me by the hand. I hadn’t noticed the hush that has come over the room. You can hear a pin drop, so they must be able to hear my heart race dangerously fast in my chest. What would the penalty be if I blacked out? Tiny dots are forming on the edges of my visual field. I’m led on shaky legs to the last open apparatus, then guided to stand in front of it. My feet remain on the floor. Zion nudges me to lean my torso on a board, so that I’m bent over, with my back flat. Straps are secured across my back and my arms are placed near my head. There’s a place for my head to rest, with an opening for my face to see beneath me, like a massage table. Gee, thanks for making me so comfortable.

  As I’m bent forward, I can feel my back arching and my rump pointing further north. This would be extremely uncomfortable if not for all the supports and straps. There are holes in the board for my breasts, and a cut-out for access underneath the apparatus to my sex. My clitoris throbs. The air hitting my entire sex is a new sensation for me.

  Zion depresses a button and slowly my feet leave the ground and my legs spread apart. As my back arches even more, the front of my legs are suddenly supported by pads. My anus and sex are on display. Please let me pass out. No would know that I’m not conscious. There is no way that I can survive this. I watch my tears hit the floor beneath me. I count them as they silently splash, one, two, three…

  There is no greater shame than what
is happening to me, to us. If Liam could see me now.

  I lift my head and gaze around the room. Just before the lights go dim, I find my salvation. Tyson. His eyes never leave mine. Even in the darkness, I feel his gaze heavy upon me.

  There’s not a peep from the room. The men waiting for their instructions, no doubt. We Chambermaids hold our breath, anticipating what will happen to us. Several spotlights begin popping on, lighting up spaces in the room. I quickly realize that there are seven spotlights to illuminate each of us. The audience responds with awe. How wonderfully artistic of Mason.

  “Gentlemen, aren’t they exquisite?” I startle at Mason’s voice. He’s standing next to me.

  The men agree in hushed, eager tones. His hand caresses my rump, followed by a small squeeze.

  “If you remember, this here is Flame.”

  It feels like he is spreading his fingers across each cheek, and I suddenly gasp as his fingers slide toward my sex. He sinks multiple fingers inside of me. A groan escapes me. My thoughts, feelings, and sensations result in a frisson of terror and pleasure at where I am and my unusual position. Still, as Mason’s nimble fingers dive deeper inside of me, I find myself fighting against the apparatus to arch my back more, to invite him to dive deeper into my throbbing sex. I have no idea why my traitorous body wants this, but the quicker my hormones and chemicals mix into that concoction that will allow me to disappear, the better for me. That is the answer to surviving this. For some unknown reason, the second anyone touches my clit or any other part of my sex, I’m able to lose myself in the pleasure and temporarily forget about the pain. I consider this newfound superpower that allows everything to fade into the background a blessing.

  His skilled fingers push into me and I push back, needing more. Waves of tingling prickle my sensitive flesh as he intoxicates me with every thrust. My body climbs and climbs toward oblivion. When Mason pulls his fingers out of me, I am panting and out of breath, and worse, I’m unnervingly aware of my surroundings. I can hear breathing in the foreground. Someone to my left moves his chair, and him dragging it to a new position is like nails on a chalkboard. The heat of the spotlight bearing down on me is apparent now and feels much too bright. The spell is broken.

  Mason’s lips caress my backside, one cheek at a time. Terror washes over me, reclaiming my body.

  “Oh, is she ready!” he says in his usual overexcited tone. Mason leaves me cold and raw.

  “Oh, Sky, you don’t disappoint,” he says from somewhere else in the ballroom. “She’s ready, too!” He is so excited. “Gentlemen, it’s time. Now, I must caution you. Exploration is about getting to know this year’s Chambermaids. You are permitted to touch your prizes any way you wish, with your hands and mouths only. In other words, keep your snakes in your pants. Each of these young ladies has a personal guard who is taking his place nearby as I speak. It’s their job to make sure you don’t get too carried away.”

  “Hi,” Tyson says into my ear.

  His voice is a tranquilizer, sending a calm throughout my body.

  “Hi,” I say.

  “Without further ado…” Mason exclaims.

  No sooner does Mason finish speaking than I hear chairs moving and feet shuffling against the beautiful flooring. They are coming for us, all hands and mouths, for journey and exploration. I just hope my superpower doesn’t fail me, and the second I’m stroked or kissed I’ll manage to lose my grip on reality. It’s time to don my new super identity because without it, I stand no chance of surviving.

  The first pair of hands find me just as I muster up the courage to allow my real self to temporarily be tucked away. Of course, I can’t see who the hands belong to. I can only see the current lottery winner’s suit as he kneads my behind. He’s greedy going about the task.

  Please touch my pussy. Please touch my pussy. Right now, all I feel are his coarse hands groping me. He’s close behind me. I can feel his erection pushing against my backside. He reaches around me, pressing his hardness against me. His rough hand cups my breast, kneading again. This isn’t going as planned. I’m aware of everything. I can feel his breath on my skin. His musky scent turns my stomach. If I throw up, Mason will be very unhappy with me. Please. I silently beg for him to get on with it. I push my ass into him as a hint. His hands release my breasts. His breath is heavy. He’s excited. His hands trail down from my shoulders, down my back, and rest upon my rump. Without a moment of hesitation, he spreads my cheeks and buries his face between my legs. He licks and sucks on my lips and I can release everything. I feel nothing except my sex, which is on fire. The sensation of his tongue upon me is explosive. I arch my back to give him more access. The world will vanish completely if this stranger touches my…

  “Oh, yes,” I whisper when he finds my clitoris with his tongue. I writhe under his sucking. My entire clitoris in his mouth. Magical. I don’t give a fuck who he is at this moment, as long as he keeps sucking. In a swift motion he is approaching my pussy from the front and drives his fingers inside of me. Moans escape in triplicate. What’s this? A new sensation joins the party. While he goes about his business getting to know my sex, I feel another tongue take one of my nipples into a mouth, twirling it around and around.

  “I can’t wait to bury my hard dick inside of your hot little pussy for hours. You are fucking exquisite, Flame.” His voice is breathy.

  This stranger sticks his tongue in my ear and sucks on the lobe—another new sensation. It sends tingling down the side of my neck.

  “Oh, I have to careful I don’t break you. I want you so bad,” the stranger whispers against my neck. My focus is broken. I’m aware again. Their voices are my kryptonite. I feel myself beginning to freak out. Stop talking to me. Just be a fucking headless stranger.

  “My turn to taste heaven,” the stranger who won’t stop talking announces.

  The other stranger takes his tongue off of my sex, and my skin runs cold. In the seconds that it takes for the next stranger to take hold of me, I’m back in the room with the contraptions and aware of the sounds around me. Pleasure fills the room, the other girls express their titillation outwardly. I don’t want to hear their sex noises.

  The moist heat from the talkative stranger’s mouth on the lips of my sex is the distraction I need. His tongue catches hold of my clitoris and he goes at the task of sucking me like I’m his last meal. He isn’t positioned

  behind me like the first guy. He has managed to fit into the space between me and the apparatus. He is hungry and sucking determinedly. I can’t keep any thoughts straight. The only thing I’m thinking about is the explosion brewing

  between my legs. When he drives his fingers deep inside of me, I’m overwhelmed by throbbing, quickening, and pulsing—he is licking my clitoris like I’m a melting ice cream cone. At the same time, his nimble fingers move in and out of my pussy in a sweet, circular pattern. To my amazing horror, I shatter into a combustion of sensations and emotions. I lay there shuddering,

  shaking, while a healthy flow of tears flood my face—thankfully hidden.

  That’s how the presentation night goes—hours and hours of having my nipples and sex kissed, licked, and squeezed by thirty-five different tongues and pairs of hands. I experience all variations of skillfulness, roughness, and gentleness. While being sucked raw with fingers repeatedly plunged deep within the walls of my sex, I manage for the most part to get lost in my body.

  Only during transitions, or the occasional chatty lottery winner, did I become aware of what was really happening to me. I felt thirty-five erections as evidence of how much they wanted me and what I had to look forward to. With my ass positioned in the air, I came so many times I lost count. I’m dehydrated from crying; not one tear is left in my body. The guilt and fear disappeared when my carnal desires were at their highest and returned tenfold when I was left alone long enough to think. Thankfully, that didn’t happen often with the five-to-one ratio we had. I felt Tyson’s constant presence throughout the night, which also helped me survive. I was
grateful to have him there.

  Mason received confirmation that the men were thrilled about all of us and the year to come. The men were escorted out of the ballroom, but for some reason we were left in our positions with our violated flesh exposed.

  “Hi, beautiful,” Tyson whispers in my ear. “You were so strong tonight.” His voice is heavy and sensual. His lips graze my cheek, close to my mouth. He wants me.

  “Wow, thanks.” I can’t help the sarcasm. He sounds as if I just played in a sporting event. “I’m glad you were with me, it made me feel safer, somehow.”

  “I’m pleased to hear that, Vivian.” He lowers his voice when he says my name. “I want you to know that I will keep you safe,” he promises.

  He personalizes our budding friendship every time he says my name. I do believe that I can trust him. How much I can trust him remains to be seen. He’ll have plenty of opportunity to demonstrate just how much in the next year.

  “Bravo, bravo, ladies!” Mason claps loudly as he returns to the ballroom. His voice is filled with unmatched enthusiasm. The main lights pop on, the spotlights vanish, and I’m moved into a more comfortable position. Slowly, Zion raises my head and torso up. At first I think that I’m being released from my humiliating position, but I quickly realize that it is only to elevate my head to allow for better view of the scene unfolding. I think I was happier with my head down, blind to the activities around me, with blood rushing and pooling unhealthily into to my head for far too long. I’m happy they don’t try to stand me up because I would most likely faint.

  In my new position, with my feet on the floor, bent over the apparatus, my rump still exposed, I’m able to see what’s about to transpire. Each guard strips out of his clothing eagerly. Their large, full endowments hang in waiting between their legs. I know Tyson, who is near me, but not in my line of sight, is ready and waiting for me with his Thunderdick. I’m surprised to see Mason, also minus clothing, come into my view in the center of the room. His dick is also plump and ready.