Clara was bound spread-eagle on Wil's bed. Unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door. Wil frowned and finished pouring his drink. He was stripped to the waist. His torso was trim and hard. The lump of his cock was impressive even though he was wearing tight jeans.
"Who the hell is that?" he mused when the knocking was repeated.
Clara's gut knotted as she watched him walk toward the door. She was nude and totally exposed and totally helpless. She tested the ropes that held her wrists and ankles. This week Wil had been better prepared. When she had arrived, the first thing she had noticed was the rope. In addition to the four short lengths on the bed, there was a long coil on the wall.
One drink and she had stripped as ordered, and let him tie her. She had wanted him to dominate her, and now he was. She did as she was ordered. If she argued, it earned her a beating. She was content.
She lay stretched out on the bed with her legs spread. The air dried her juice as fast as it seeped from her slit. Wil had stripped to the waist, and then puttered around the room. Her helpless excitement had grown steadily as she wondered when he would do more than just sweep her naked display with his eyes.
She knew he was carefully building her anticipation. He was torturing her, making her wait.
Now he was at the door. He was probably looking through the peephole. If he let whoever it was in, there was no way she could cover herself.
She heard the lock click open. Instantly, her cunt knotted with lust and her gut knotted with fear. He was letting whoever it was in! Was some stranger going to witness her wanton degradation? The thought made her insides coil into a tight swirl of horniness. She writhed against the bonds holding her wrists and ankles.
"Well, hello there," Grant said. His eyes played insolently over her naked display. They lingered on the ropes, on her aroused tits, and on her cunt.
"Hi. Uh, forgive me for not getting up."
"Sure thing!" He reached down and stroked one breast with insolent casualness. "Very nice."
"Care for a drink?" Wil asked Grant calmly.
"He makes great whiskey sours," Clara said huskily.
"A sour would be fine," Grant said, sliding his hand down to Clara's tight gut. Her flesh was crawling with horror and horniness. His fingers probed her pussy, slithered between her labes, explored her sopping, slippery folds. "Man, is she hot!" he reported to Wil.
"Is she? I hadn't checked," Wil responded casually, handing Grant a glass.
"Check it out," Grant offered.
Clara lay there helplessly as the two men discussed her. Wil's hand replaced Grant's on her pussy and probed rudely into her juicy snatch. She moaned as he fingered her clit, then the slithery inner lips. His finger slipped into her cunt, tested the wetness of her hole.
"Sopping," Wil agreed. He withdrew his hand from her muff and held it an inch from her nose. "See how wet you are, Clara?"
"Yes," Clara choked out huskily.
"Smell it!" he coated the tip of her nose, then her upper lip, with slime. She couldn't avoid the smell. It made her gut knot with excitement.
"Where's Lois?" Wil asked. His hand was still in front of Clara's nose.
"On her way here," Grant answered.
"Lick it off," Wil ordered.
Her stomach rolling with disgust at her eagerness, Clara obeyed, licked her cunt juice off his hand. The taste brought a fresh flood from her pussy.
"Horny bitch, isn't she?" Grant mused, staring down at her. She met his gaze defiantly. But then the defiance melted into horny longing, and she writhed with need.
"Properly treated she is," Wil answered.
"There's Lois," Grant noted as the buzzer in his apartment sounded faintly. "Where's your door button?"
"By the kitchen," Wil answered.
Clara strained stupidly at the ropes as Grant pushed the button and let Lois into the building. The thought of having Lois witness her bondage made Clara's gut tighten further, made her pussy spasm hungrily.
Lois came into the apartment, caught sight of Clara roped to the bed, and grinned. "Boy, that looks like fun!"
Clara squirmed feebly.
"Have you tried blindfolding her?" Lois asked Wil.
"Not yet," Wil answered. "Get raped today?" Lois was wearing her outrageous tee shirt and short skirt outfit, in spite of the chilly drizzle. The shirt was posted to her lush breasts.
"Not today. Gosh, I wish I was like that." She gazed longingly at Clara.
"Care to take my place?" Clara said in a choked voice, not sure if she meant it or not. She felt humiliated, but was enjoying the humiliation.
"Gosh, it's awful nice of you to offer. But you were here first, after all."
"Why don't we have some fun with the two of them?" Grant suggested.
"How?" Wil asked, intrigued.
Clara's cunt twitched with fear. Grant's ideas of fun were pretty extreme.
"Lois will do anything I tell her to," Grant noted. "Won't you, Baby?"
"Sure, Grant. But right now I'm thirsty. Can I have a drink?"
"Get naked, Baby," Grant ordered. "Then you can have a drink."
In seconds, Lois a naked. Clara sucked in her breath when she saw Lois' tightly erotic body, the great globular breasts on her dainty frame. Her long, pale blond ponytail hung down to her ass.
"Where's my drink?" Lois asked. Clara felt a flash of anger at the way Wil was staring at Lois.
"Right there," Grant answered, pointing. "Right between those legs."
Clara wondered what Grant meant. For Lois to suck him oft?
"She's as wet as a swamp," Grant said. "And you're thirsty. So go get a drink."
Clara felt a surge of horror and disgust and lust. She wasn't unfamiliar with the act, there had been discussions of lesbianism since she had been in high school. She even knew some of the girls who had tried it. But she had always shied away from it because she thought it was perverted. Wil had never eaten her, never shown any interest in it, even.
"Me? There?" Lois asked, pointing at Clara's crotch. Her tits were rigid with excitement.
"Right, Baby. And after you're done drinking, we'll give Clara some refreshment." Grant chuckled.
"Do I have to?" Lois asked.
"Yes," Grant answered firmly.
"No, please," Clara whimpered, writhing against the ropes.
"Well! Just how do you think you're going to avoid it?" Wil asked, a hint of cruelty in his voice.
"Please, Wil, not that," Clara pleaded.
"That, and more. That's the whole point, isn't it? You're helpless. You've got no choice in the matter. It's too damn bad, but you'll just have to endure whatever perversions I decide on."
Clara felt sick, but knew he was right. She could do all the forbidden, awful things, with no guilt. Because, after all, what else could she do? She was helpless.
She thought of another woman's mouth probing and sucking and lapping at her and writhed with horniness. She thought of plowing through Lois' blonde snatch with her own tongue, and her excitement welled higher. Her stomach knotted with revulsion.
Lois, whether she had ever done it before or not, seemed ready. She stood over Clara and studied Clara's stretched, lush body, her fuzzy brown muff, her sleek legs. Clara writhed, saw that she was the center of attention.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, lifting her head as Lois joined her on the bed. She looked down the taut length of her body as the sexy blonde knelt between her gaping thighs. Lois' hands touched Clara's tight gut. Clara flinched and heaved involuntarily.
Lois slid her hands slowly down toward Clara's crotch. Clara moaned and writhed as flames lashed through her. Her cunt was flooding in anticipation.
She wondered if she would cum. She prayed she would, and hoped she wouldn't, because cuming would reveal a hideous facet of her sexual character she hadn't even suspected existed.
She lifted her head again as Lois' fingers parted her cunt. Her neck aching, she watched Lois' blonde head draw closer and closer to her groin. Lois' eyes were gleaming with excitement as she spread Clara's labia, let chill air cut into her pussy folds.
Lois flicked Clara's clit, and Clara's body convulsed. Her head flopped back on the bed as searing flames ripped through her. Clara gazed longingly, desperately, at Wil, begged him to release her from this misery/ecstasy. He ignored her and watched hungrily as Lois' mouth neared Clara's cunt.
Lois' breath burned Clara's pussy. Clara moaned. Her cunt spasmed stupidly as Lois blew on the exposed petals of aroused meat. Clara's thighs were jumping and twitching involuntarily. She tugged mindlessly on the ropes around her wrists. The harsh ceiling light hurt her eyes, and revealed all her secrets to the watching men.
Something hot, and moist, and delicate touched her cunt. Clara bucked violently. She let out a desperate "nooo" as the hot worm stroked her petaled folds, upwards, toward the nubbin of her but.
Lois' tongue touched Clara's clit. It felt like a hot electric wire had touched her. She thrashed and heaved as flames lashed through her. Then she gave up. Her head rolling from side to side, she abandoned herself to the searing ecstasy.
Lois slipped her hands under Clara's ass and her mouth and tongue became bolder, more confident, as they explored Clara's slippery gash. Clara felt Lois probe deep into the flowing tunnel of her cunt, felt Lois' tongue wiggle deep into her hole. It felt like a live animal was burrowing into her. Clara felt her cunt spasm.
When Lois abandoned her honey hole, Clara whined with frustration. Then Lois' mouth damped down on her clit, and Clara thought she was going to tear her arms out of their sockets as she strained against the ropes binding her to the protesting bed. Lois sank strong fingers into Clara's ass as she sucked as Clara's clit.
Clara felt as if her clit was being ripped out by the roots. Then Lois began battering the little nubbin with her tongue. Every stroke sent a wave of ecstasy blazing along Clara's nerve paths. Her hips heaved and humped in a fucking motion as Lois tongued her nerve bundle. Then Lois dug her jaw into Clara's cunt, and sucked and tongued the aroused bump.
Clara began cumming. Thrashing blindly against the ropes, she felt fire slash through her, batter and tear her naked flesh. She gargled at the ceiling and at the watching men. Her cumming had destroyed the last shreds of her inhibitions.
Clara felt a burning, searing finger drive up into her butt. Her rectum spasmed orgasmically, her cunt convulsed around nothingness. Her clit was reduced to a glowing puddle by Lois' busy mouth and tongue. The room whirled around Clara as her cumming crested, and left her flopping like a fish out of water.
It was a long time before Clara realized that Lois had at last abandoned her cunt. Her guts a solid ache, Clara came back to awareness of her surroundings. She looked at Wil's grinning face and his jutting hard-on. Wil had stripped off his pants sometime during the past eternity of pleasure. His cock stood out lewdly, and he leered down at her.
"Wil?" Clara whimpered.
"Loved it, didn't you?" he asked.
"Oh, God, yes."
"Now me," Lois urged in a horny whisper.
"No, please," Clara pleaded.
"It's only fair," Wil pointed out. "And besides, what choice do you have?"
Clara looked at Lois as the blonde moved upwards, her pussy spread wide. Qua really did want to do it. She wanted to taste those juicy folds, to probe Lois' hole the way Lois had probed hers, to suckle on Lois' clit until Lois was wracked with muscle-wrenching convulsions.
And as Wil had said, what choice did she have?
Lois eased her legs over Clara's arms, pinned Clara's shoulders to the bed. Lois' blonde cunt was inches from Clara's chin. Clara could smell Lois' musky scent.
Lois eased her pussy toward Clara's waiting mouth. Clara turned her head away in disgust. Then, curiosity and wantonness overcame her inhibitions, and she reached her tongue up toward the fur-fringed gash of Lois' twat. She felt Lois' fuzzy blonde curls on her tongue, then warm flesh. Clara inhaled, sucked in a lungful of Lois' sexy smell. Then Clara wriggled her tongue between Lois' soft labia, and tasted the seepings on the soft, slippery, inner folds. She had a striking view of Lois' impressive torso. Her jutting breasts were quivering as she breathed raggedly. Lifting her head, Clara wriggled her face into the furry nest, probed deeper with her tongue, stroked the petals of the inner labes, searched for the funnel, tunnel of Lois' cunt. Her nose in the soft nest, Clara dug deep into Lois' vagina. The invasion was greeted with a flood of slippery juices and the thick smell of lust. Clara wiggled her tongue farther and farther into the rippled tunnel, reached for the dripping depths. When Clara battered the slimy walls of Lois' hole with her tongue, Lois sucked in a great, shakey breath of air. Her face was a study in wanton depravity as she gazed down.
Clara gulped and swallowed wave after wave of woman-cum. She was inhaling through the sodden, muffling mass of Lois' pussy flesh. Her own cunt was simmering with horniness.
Then she tore her mouth away from Lois' honey hole, and groped for the nubbin of her clit. As Clara nibbled her way up Lois' slit, Lois eased her cunt down. In seconds, Clara found the hooded bump. Carefully, she tongued the squirmy button around. Lois moaned and her fingers tangled in Clara's hair. Lois hauled Clara's face against her crotch, hard, ground Clara's nose against her pubic arch. Clara clamped her lips around Lois' clit, and sucked, dragged on the button and the surrounding folds of sensitive tissue. Then Clara began flicking her tongue back and forth over the tip of the swollen bud. Lois reacted with a wail of ecstasy that made her pussy shiver with horniness.
Clara abandoned herself to suckling on Lois' clitoris, and to bringing the other woman off. Clara's hips heaved and rolled as she sucked and tongued Lois' clit. Then Lois was humping against her face, blindly, madly. Wailing and moaning, she drove her twat down on Clara until Clara's head was pressed deep into the mattress. It was as if Lois was trying to drive Clara's head up into her cunt.
Clara was smothering! She wan drowning in Lois' flood, and being suffocated by the sopping folds of her twat. Clara's eyes began to sparkle, then everything began to turn gray, and then black. As she fought for breath, everything was forgotten but the struggle for survival.
She came to when Lois tumbled aside, or was dragged off. She could feel Lois' juices drying on her cheeks and chin. Her lips felt bruised and swollen. She looked blurrily at the rest of the room.
She was horrified by what she saw. Lois was with Wil! He was fondling her breasts, probing the pussy that Clara had so recently devoured. He was watching Clara as he did it, waiting for her reaction.
"Wil." Clara moaned.
"Not a damn thing you can do about it," he taunted.
"Please, Wil," Clara moaned. Jealousy raged through her as Lois wantonly presented her lush, aroused nakedness to Wil. Facing Clara, with Wil behind her, Lois guided his hand to her snatch, put his linger in her sodden slit. She spread her thighs, forced Clara to watch Wil hook his finger deep into her oozing gash.
"I'm going to fuck her," Wil told Clara. "Grant gave her to me to fuck. And you're going to watch."
"No, Wil. Please!"
"That's what a slave is," Wil went on. "A helpless possession to be loaned or given away. Or swapped."
"Swapped?" Clara glanced at Grant. He was sitting back in an easy chair. His cock swollen and throbbing, he savored his drink and the impending action.
Wil chuckled and pumped his finger in Lois' crotch. "Sure. You don't think Grant would let me have Lois for nothing, do you?"
"No," Clara whispered, straining against the ropes.
"He gets you," Wil said softly. "After I've finished with Lois, that is. I'm looking forward to watching him drive that thick cock of his into you."
Clara cringed with horror at the idea. She also felt a surge of lust. She was Wil's, and Wil could do what he wanted with her. She looked at Grant again, and thought of that mammoth tool of his jamming into her. Her cunt began to steam with hunger.
It was wrong. She was Wil's. But she was also helpless.
Lois was down on her hands and knees now. Clara could see the sodden folds of Lois' blonde pussy. The same pussy that Clara had just tongued. Wil bent his dick into the soft nest, and slowly sank his shaft into Lois' hole. Clara's pussy spasmed with hunger as she watched the dick she knew so well drill into the pussy she knew so well. She could almost feel the penetration as Wil's pecker drove into Lois' belly.
Clara struggled mindlessly against the ropes. She wanted to be in Lois' place, to feel the towering shaft in her own twat. But all she could do was watch.
Wil drove full depth, and clutched Lois' tiny waist. His belly pressed against her tight, white ass. Then he glanced over at Clara.
"Hot," he announced. "It's hot and wet."
"God that feels good," Lois moaned. Clara heaved against the ropes as jealousy ripped through her.
"Fuck me, Wil," Lois begged. "Fuck me while she watches."
Wil drew his dick out and rammed it back into her blonde snatch. Clara felt as if her guts were being shredded. As she watched in agony, her cunt spumed hungrily around emptiness. How could she want to fuck after the cumming she had just felt? It didn't matter. She wanted cock, Wil's cock. But he was gleefully delivering his meat to Lois, ramming her with loud, soggy smacks. Her breasts jiggled and swayed each time he hit her tail.
He reached around under her, and Clara knew he was digging into her cunt, fiddling with the clit that she had just sucked. Clara bucked against the ropes as Lois moaned with pleasure, and rocked her pelvis ecstatically. Wil grabbed Lois' heavy tits, dug his fingers into their softness. He backed out and pumped into her, again and again and again. The sight of his dick emerging, glistening and dripping with her juices, and then disappearing back in, made Clara's insides knot with frustration and jealousy and envy and horniness.
"I'm going to cum, Clara," Wil told her in his hips pounded against Lois. "Going to cum in her like a geyser. Cum I've been saving all week for you, she's going to get."
Exhausted, Clara wriggled feebly against the ropes. She wanted to shut her eyes and her mind to what Wil was doing, but couldn't. Some hideous demon down in her guts forced her to watch Wil's pecker piston in Lois.
Wil rammed into Lois hard, backed out, then rammed into her again. His balls knotted up against his dick base and his tight buttocks spasmed. Clara knew he was emptying his cream into Lois in quick, hot bursts.
"I feel it," Lois groaned. "Awww, jeezzz it feels great! God that was good!"
Clara's cunt spasmed in frustration as a thick, gooey wave of Wil's jizz oozed out of Lois' tunnel. It dribbled thickly down his balls and pattered to the carpet.
Wil cased back, and his dick flopped out of Lois. Clara licked her dry lips. Wil glanced over at her.
He was enjoying her misery, gloating over it. "Give Clara the cum," Wil ordered.
"What?" Lois asked, still half-dazed from her cumming.
"She wants what I gave you. So, let her have it." Wil chuckled wickedly. "Grant'll get his chance at her in a minute. Give her a drink first."
"Yeah," Lois said hotly.
"Noooo," Clara moaned, rolling her head in denial.
Her pelvis carefully angled up so the cum pooled in her couldn't spill out, Lois crawled over to the bed. She kept her vagina tilted to hold every creamy drop until her bush was over Clara's face. Once again, Clara found herself staring up into Lois' blonde muff. This time there was a crimson flush to the labes, from the pounding of Wil's cock. Pearly drops of Wil's jizz clung to the hairs.
Watching carefully, Lois lowered her cunt on to Clara's mouth. Then, just as carefully, she sat up. The cum Wil had dumped in her hot hole spilled down over Clara's lips.
In spite of her aversion, Clara's mouth opened to accept the flood. Eagerly, her tongue reached for the pearly stream. Her lips puckered, sucked in the thick fluid as it poured out of Lois. Clara savored Wil's sex juice as if it was fine wine. While he and Grant watched, she lifted her head and sucked and slurped shamelessly at Lois' dripping pussy.
Then, at last it was all gone, and Lois eased off Clara let her head drop back. Her stomach churned as she tried to catch her breath.
Suddenly, something crashed down on her. A cock slammed against her cunt, found her hole, and rammed deep into her. There had been no warning at all. It was brutal rape. Her body responded with a bucking heave, welcomed the burning dick into her sodden depths. At last she had a cock! Her cunt, after being kept empty for so long, was stuffed. Her entire body reacted with animal gusto.
Grant was clutching her, reaching for her ass, digging in between her tail cheeks. His fingers dug at her asshole, tore at it until she screamed with pain. Then she felt him pry two fingers into her shitter. She yanked and heaved against the ropes that kept her from tearing at his back. Her hips writhed and jerked and bucked. She began to own. Wailing with pleasure, her mouth still thick with Lois' and Wil's cream, Clara became a glittering fireball. She felt the cock in her cunt begin to twitch.
She knew now that there was absolutely nothing in the world she wouldn't do, if Wil ordered it. And she would love it. She would love it. She was his slave.