by D W Marshall
He pulls out and flips me over onto my stomach. I follow his hands with my body and bring my rump toward him, arching my back. He plunges back inside of me. I like this position because I can’t see his face. In this position, he could be anyone I want. He drives his cock inside of me fast and hard. It only takes three thrusts to plunge me to the depths of a mighty orgasm that causes my pussy to squeeze his erection. As my body stiffens and sparks shoot through me, I go rigid, pushing my ass back onto his cock.
“You like this dick don’t you?” he says as he slams into me, causing my body to catch another wave before I’ve come down from the first.
“Yes! I fucking love your dick!” I shout through heavy breaths.
“Tell me to fuck you harder!” he hisses.
“Fuck me harder, X. Break me!” It is enough to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. He slams into me so hard that I swear I’ll have bruises. He seems more animal than human. He yells out, pushes into me one last time, and he doesn’t pull out. His body shudders and quakes, and he collapses onto me.
But he’s not finished with me. By the time he’s done, I’ve counted seven orgasms for him. I didn’t know a person could come that many times in a few hours. He must have taken something because his erection never waned. He was hard and ready the entire time.
When he finally walks out of my Chamber, I’m suddenly rocked by the avalanche of emotions that hit me. There is no one, only me. I wrap my arms around myself and break down. I let it all out of my system, knowing that somehow I have to do this four more times. Four more strangers. It’s my job to act as if I’m there exclusively for each of them, and all I really want to do is go home.
Warm hands on my shoulder startle me. “Flame?”
I look up to see Zion. She sits on the edge of the bed, and I collapse into her arms. “There, there.” She consoles me, rubbing my back.
That only makes me cry harder. “I don’t think I can do this. Why can’t they just kill me?”
“What happened? You were doing so well. What’s wrong, Flame? You knew it would be this way, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but knowing what is gonna happen…” I can’t finish. She won’t understand. Once I’m alone with my brain, it’s just too much fucking reality. I continue to weep.
I want to be back at home with my family.
When I make the decision to sleep with someone, I want it to be my choice. I can’t do this—strangers breathing on me, touching me, violating me.
The low-pitched rumble of a man clearing his throat alerts us that we’re not alone. We both look up and see Tyson standing in my Chamber, worry etched on his face. I feel at ease the second I look into his eyes. I want to run to him, to wrap my arms around him, and let him comfort me as only he can, but I don’t. I only stare at him and take solace in the concern he shows me with his eyes.
“Is everything okay in here?” he asks.
His eyes never leave mine. Mine never leave his. To do more would reveal too much. I can see his panic in the way his gorgeously muscled chest rises and falls in haste.
“Are you harmed?” he asks, purposely keeping his tone professional. He’s a personal guard to a Chambermaid, not Dominic talking to Vivian.
Yes. I nod. “This is harder than I expected,” I say. “I’m better now.” Now that I see you. “Thank you for checking on me,” I say, but I hope he can see in my eyes that I mean so much more.
“I’m right downstairs,” he says with his eyes trained on mine.
I nod and smile at him. There’s no way that Zion can’t feel the tension between us. It’s palpable.
“I think she’s good, Tyson,” Zion says. “Thanks for checking on her.”
“Never a problem. I’m always right downstairs,” he states again.
I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and continue to resist running into his arms. “Thanks, Tyson. I’m okay now.” I hope he understands I mean that he’s responsible for that.
Tyson nods a final time and leaves. The room feels colder without him in it. I follow Zion into the bathroom. I take a fast bath, careful not to wet my hair. Zion makes quick work of reapplying my eye makeup and dresses me for my next stranger.
Red peep-toed stilettos—that’s it.
When I return to my Chamber, the stranger is already waiting for me.
“Your chariot awaits you, Flame,” he says, pointing to the pleasure pony. There’s a large dildo screwed into it. The room is dimmer than I remember it being earlier. The moon shines through the glass ceiling. I can make out the salt-and-pepper hair of the stranger. The only source of true light in the room is the spotlight. It’s a beacon, trained on the pleasure pony.
I comply without a word. It’s obvious that he wants to watch. I cross The Chamber as seductively as I can in five-inch heels toward my chariot. I step onto the foot rest and swing my leg over the pony. I notice a button that reads, Heat and Lubricate. I also notice that the phallus is glistening.
Mason thinks of everything.
“You don’t know how hot you are right now,” my observer’s voice says from the darkness.
I catch sight of his silhouette. I can tell that he is stroking himself. I bend my legs with caution and ease. I am not afraid as much as I am ashamed, my body is heated with blush. Being watched this way is freaking me out. I think of Tyson just a few short steps below me, and with a bit of extra courage, I lower myself down onto the phallus. It is warm and firm; its size fills me nearly entirely. At first I just sit as my sex becomes accustomed to the feel of it. I have never pleasured myself with a dildo before.
“That’s a girl, ride that pony,” the stranger instructs me.
I do as I am told. I begin to roll my hips in a circular motion. The dick is warm and malleable—close to the real thing. It fills me. When I find that special spot, my heartbeat speeds up, and electricity soars through me. I feel throbbing between my legs as my clitoris swells in want and need. Feeling the heady sensations is just what I need. I start grinding on the dick. The feeling is fucking amazing. I lose myself in my own world of self-pleasure.
I’m alone in my Chamber. I can’t get the length of the warm cock deep enough inside me. I gasp loudly and hiss and moan. I grind harder. My hips rock forward and backward. I could die right here and now, blissfully riding this pony. My head swims. My body is bombarded by heat, cold, and electricity. I can’t describe it. I must find Tyson’s camera because right now, this is for him. I hold onto the single pole, rise off of the dick, and quickly sink back onto it. I squeal with delight. I repeat the motion up and down on the warm dick, pushing it as deep into my pussy as I can.
When I’m nearly blind with the sensations my body is producing, I succumb to it and erupt over the edge. I’m loud and feral. My clitoris pulses and throbs between my legs. My body shudders and shakes. I stop myself from screaming out Tyson’s name. All I can do is gasp for air. In the next moment, I feel myself being lifted off of the magical pony. The stranger carries me to the bed and slams his erection inside of me before we are even lying down completely. My insides are still a mass of fiery sensations. Coupled with his repeated pounding, I spiral into another orgasm almost immediately. I cry out in pleasure. My stranger comes inside of me with a series of quakes and shudders, followed by a string of obscenities.
The time with Stranger Two passes by quickly. Self-pleasure should be the status quo in The Chamber. Zion enters the minute he leaves. I’m in much better shape. She cleans me up for my third stranger. “Exhaustion” is my new middle name.
When I walk back into my Chamber, Zion is with me. I’m naked, again, and she assists me into a contraption. It is a swing of sorts. “I’m going to be suspended?” I ask.
She shrugs her shoulders. “Look at it this way. You’re tired, and you’ll be supported by this thing.” She grabs hold of the swing. “He’ll have to do all the work.”
I nod. She has a point. I would love to rest right now and do nothing.
Zion lowers the swing onto the bed. She assists
me to lie on top of it. She stretches my arms out to my sides and straps them in. She spreads my legs apart into a near split and straps them in place. Another strap goes over my torso. My head is supported by a sling that my forehead rests on, but my face is free to see below me. This shit is crazy.
“Are you okay?” Zion asks.
No. “I think so.”
“Okay. I’m gonna push the remote and you’re gonna move up and backward off the bed first, then higher off the ground. Tell me how you feel…if anything hurts.”
“Okay,” I reply. I begin moving like she says until I’m hovering over the ground of my Chamber a good three or four feet in the air. What I immediately notice is that my breasts are poking out of two holes. Also, my naughty bits are accessible from underneath and behind. It’s an all-access swing.
“How’s this?” she asks.
“Besides crazy?” I scoff.
“Yeah, besides that.”
“Surprisingly comfortable.” I think I could go to sleep.
“Now I don’t know how kinky your next customer is gonna be. Based on this, he’s out there. I want to warn you, this thing moves a lot and it can hold up to five hundred pounds.”
Not good. The implication sends my brain spinning and my fatigued heart speeds up. I try to take deep breaths. Not helping.
Even with as much as I’ve experienced already tonight, the idea of swinging around on this with a man on me and his cock buried in me is freaking me out.
“Can I ask you a favor? This is probably the strangest request anyone has ever made, but I’m really nervous.”
She walks around so that she can see my face. “Don’t ever be afraid to ask me anything, Flame. I’m here for you.”
My face heats, and I know it bares the color of my Chamber. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Anything,” she insists.
I squeeze my eyes shut. “So, for some reason when I go in cold, I’m more…you know…scared. But if I’m aroused, like on the horse, it’s easier somehow…and…” I can’t believe what I’m asking of my groomer.
She giggles. “Girl, I gotcha,” she says.
In yet another embarrassing moment—they are mounting rapidly—she raises me up into the air so that she can easily stand under me. She presses another button and my angle changes, my feet lower to where I’m on a slant. Zion takes my nipple into her mouth and sucks it. I instantly feel my nipple harden in her mouth. The hairs on my arms raise. It seems more forbidden because she’s a girl, but it’s no less exciting.
She goes to work with her tongue on my other nipple and begins working my clitoris with her fingers. It also hardens, and I feel myself slip into my safe place. My superhero alter ego resurfaces. I love her. She is strong and fierce. She is Flame. Zion slips an unknown number of fingers inside of me and skillfully moves them just the way I like. When I’m moist and ready enough, she pulls her fingers out of me.
“That ought to do.” Zion says.
“Thank you,” I stare into her eyes and give her the warmest smile I can muster.
“Anytime.”
The stranger enters almost the second Zion disappears. He says nothing to me, and I immediately take that as a cue. He takes the remote and lowers me until my face is level with his very erect and very long cock. I never really see his face, but I guess it doesn’t really matter. They’re all strangers to me.
He keeps his clothes on. The only thing exposed is his erection. He holds it in his hand and takes me by the chin so that my mouth is touching the tip. I open wide and he sinks himself inside. He tastes flavored, like coconut. I’m getting better at using my imagination, and I feast upon his cock like it’s a tasty coconut lollipop that I can’t get enough of.
He thrusts his hips forward and rolls them. I hope I can hurry him along before the tingling between my own legs starts to fade. I suck his erection with all my might, willing him to succumb to my efforts. I think about what I ate for dinner last night and what snack I might try as I suck—anything to take my mind off of the here and now. He finally comes in a rash of trembling and quakes but doesn’t make a sound, not even a moan. His hips thrust forward and I feel the warm, salty fluid flood my mouth. I’m mortified for a second, but with my hands restrained my only choice is to swallow the liquid. Don’t throw up. Tears prickle my eyes and I want to die as the warm goo slides down my throat. He pulls himself out of my mouth. His dick is still rock-hard. The stranger walks out of my sight and I’m being lowered. I feel him take position behind me. Finally.
He doesn’t say a word when he plunges his entire length inside me. His erection is full, even after coming in my mouth only moments ago. He fucks me first with desperation, his massive organ never quite leaving my depth before he slams back inside of me. I know he’s coming again when he thrusts his entire erection inside of me one final time and stays there, quivering and pressing against me as if he can’t get deep enough. In complete and utterly creepy silence.
After a time passes, he pulls out of me. To my great horror, he starts swinging me. Forward and backward. Each time I return, I’m impaled onto his erection. He never misses. It’s like a game to him. I swing back and he’s inside of me. I swing away and he’s gone. I don’t know how long this goes on, but if he wasn’t so silent and creepy this could be pleasurable.
When I come to a halt it’s only so that he can hop onto the swing with me and fuck the shit out of me while we swing together. He is relentless with his pounding. His cock is a beast inside of me. I want to come so bad, but sex with this stranger is too weird and erratic for me to get into the right rhythm. I’m also exhausted.
I lie still and endure the incessant pounding of my sex until he shudders and stiffens behind me.
Chapter Fourteen
Self-Pleasure
He is gone as silently as he came. Early, by my assessment. Well, that was just weird. If I never see him again, it will be too soon. Zion comes in and unstraps, unharnesses, and lowers me onto the bed. I climb out of the contraption and bend and stretch my abused body. With the right person, that swing could really be fun.
“Since the creepy man left so early, do you think I could have some alone time with Dominic?” I ask Zion.
“Who the hell is Dominic?” she asks me.
“My magic pony.” I smile and walk over to the pony.
“No problem. You two lovebirds take all the time you need.” She snickers and walks out.
“Hey!” I call after her. She pops her head back in around the curtain. “Do you know where the cameras are that the guards watch us from?”
“Why?” Her head tilts in question.
I shrug, feigning casualness. “Just curious.”
She thinks nothing of it and shows me the cameras. Two on the bedposts, one on the horse, one in the bathroom, and one by each entrance. Nowhere to hide.
I lean over Dominic, depress the button, and watch with fascination as the warmed liquid spills out of the opening and oozes down the shaft. I look in the direction of the camera and wink. I have never done anything remotely this bold, but I’m inspired to do something spontaneous and unforced as Vivian. Flame has been dismissed for the moment.
In the sexiest eye smolder I can conjure, I mouth, “I want you.” I slide down onto the large rubber dick. The camera moves down and I know he is watching me work it. I grind onto the dick with all the torque I can put into my hips. I bounce on and off the entire length. I push forward and backward. It feels even better knowing that he is watching me.
The camera lens makes a buzzing sound and turns up. I’m looking directly into the lens now. It makes another buzzing noise and I can tell he is zooming in on my face. This knowledge is making me insane with emotions and sensations. I drag my tongue along my lips and I stare deep into his eyes. Even though I can’t see them I know they are there—I can feel them on me. I bite my lips and knead my tits. My mouth falls open and I explode in the fucking best orgasm I have ever had. I hang onto the pole, completely spent and breathless, staring in
to the camera.
The cooling water wakes me. It takes me a moment to realize where I am. My eyes scan the bathroom, and I begin to clamber out of the tub after a couple of heavy sighs. I’m guessing Zion headed to bed after putting me in the bath. I wrap myself into a towel and start the process of removing the remnants of the evening from my face. False eyelashes—gone. Heavy eye makeup—a memory. Cleaning the foundation from my skin is a difficult task, but I finally scrub it off and I’m left with my own clean face.
“Much better,” I say. A white piece of paper on the vanity catches my eye. My stomach drops for a second, but I soon learn that it is from Zion.
You did well tonight. Keep your head up. See you tomorrow, and get some rest.
Zion
This letter I don’t feel the need to shred. I wrap myself in my giant crimson bath towel and head down the winding stairs to my Sleeping Chamber. I barely make it to my bed, thankful that Mason had the common sense to locate our rooms so close to our Chambers.
Strangers Four and Five went by in a flash. One wanted vanilla sex—which I learned is normal sex, without all of the theatrics—and the other stranger put me into three different contraptions, much like the ones from the introduction night. So I spent my time with him with my ass way in the air, and then, even further in the air.
If falling asleep in The Chamber bathroom counted, I definitely would have gotten a visit from Tyson, because I passed out in the healing waters of my heated floral bath. My brain enjoyed the silence, and I was too exhausted to dwell on my very special circumstances or to go over the evening’s events. My vacant mind was a blessing.
I open my bedside dresser and place Zion’s letter neatly inside, wishing I could save Tyson’s in the same manner. I know that is not the best idea. When I pull the covers back, the familiar lavender paper peeks out. My heart stutters and then finds its rhythm. I can barely contain myself. I run to the bathroom stall in an overly excited, childlike manner and plop onto a toilet seat. I rip open the envelope and greedily snatch the letter from its envelope.
