'Yes. I want
to see what you're made of. You too, Mr Denton,' she added
sarcastically.
'Oh, please,
no formality; call me Will,' he answered, equally caustic. 'Are you
sure you're ready for this? Many women find me alarmingly
well-endowed.'
'I'm used to
well-endowed,' she replied, and looked directly at his fly-closure.
'I'd be surprised if you had anything I haven't seen already.'
Julia waited
for his lead, but Theona's ringed fingers shot up under her ragged
skirt and closed round her pussy. The shock of it was electrifying
and she gave a long quivering sigh as Theona started to move her
index finger. She was conscious of Will and the other men focusing
on her. 'Oh, stop it,' she begged, but without much conviction.
'You don't
mean that,' Theona chuckled. 'Where are your panties?'
'They fell
down, Roy has them,' Julia managed to gasp, pleasure overwhelming
her as Theona rubbed her swollen lips and bud. She couldn't help
swaying her hips in time to that sensual motion, the tide of
ecstasy rising, threatening to swamp her, destroying all reason and
control.
'Good, isn't
it?' Theona mocked. 'I can tell you're a slave to your
desires.'
'I'm still a
virgin,' she protested, helpless as, at a nod from his mistress,
Roy eased off her bolero jacket and slid the straps of her dress
and bra down, baring her breasts.
'A virgin, eh?
That's a rare commodity,' Theona cooed, and called to Gus, 'D'you
hear that, lover-boy? Come over here and help me.'
In an instant
Julia was pressed against him, her naked back in contact with his
wide chest. His hand came round, one huge palm holding her breasts,
his sinewy fingers fondling the bare nipples. They stiffened
eagerly. Sandwiched between Theona and the trainer, she felt dizzy,
the feel of their skin, the fragrance emanating from their bodies,
the pleasure they were lavishing on her almost too much to
handle.
Theona pressed
harder on her clit, and, with his free hand, Gus began to explore
her bottom, worming into the crack and homing in on the puckered
mouth of her anus. Julia shook as she felt the pressure of his
fingertip at her forbidden entrance, an entirely foreign invasion.
He left it, and skirted round her juicy vulva, penetrating just a
little.
'She's telling
the truth, Theona,' he opined, in dark chocolate tones. 'Close as a
clam in both places. No one's been there.'
'But someone's
been here, I can tell. Her clit's used to being rubbed. Do you do
it yourself, Julia?'
'Y-yes,' she
admitted in hushed tones.
'And you
haven't a lover?'
'No. Men
always leave when I won't let them go all the way.'
'Not even
Will?' Theona looked across at him, and a winged eyebrow shot up.
'Haven't you initiated your apprentice?'
'No.' He
returned her stare without flinching, though he was completely
naked now, his clothes draped across a chair.
'You've wanted
to,' she answered, and smiled to see his cock pointing like a spear
towards the ornate ceiling. 'You do now.'
He shrugged,
hands on his hips, legs widespread. 'I'm a red-blooded male. Who
wouldn't?'
'One doesn't
have to own a pair of balls to appreciate her youthful freshness,'
Theona reminded, and bent her head, her corn-coloured ringlets
brushing Julia's breasts. The singer's tongue lapped over her
aroused nipples and her fingers continued to palpate Julia's clit,
sometimes with a speed and force that numbed yet made it burn, then
with a caress as delicate as a butterfly's wing.
Ken and Joe,
large men with the battered faces of prize-fighters, had their
hands down their tracksuit pants and were squeezing and pumping
their cocks. Roy had gone even further, getting his out and working
it, then lifting his testicles, toying with them, the ripe fruits
enlarging, his prick hard as a broom handle.
Julia was
surrounded by sex, breathing it in, luxuriating in it. Wherever she
looked it was there. Five men and a woman, all in a high state of
arousal because of her. She thrilled with a sense of purpose and
power, and it came to her in a flash that virgins had always had
this effect on people. There was something mystical about that
innocent condition. Deep magic, earth magic, fertility rites where
the elders were eager to spill the virgin blood onto the earth. The
victim had a few moments of being worshipped, and then she was
handed over to be deflowered.
Surely this
couldn't be Theona's intention?
Somehow her
dress was removed but, 'Not the shoes,' Theona commanded. 'I like
the look of them, but pull up those stockings.' Julia did as she
was bidden, hauling at the lacy tops till they almost reached her
pubes. It was worse than being completely bare, the stockings, her
high shoes and untidy blonde curls making her look tarty.
Gus had his
fingers looped round her wrists, and Theona stepped back to view
her, critical but smiling. 'Charming,' she said at last. 'She's
like a young Marilyn Monroe. Vulnerable yet oozing sex appeal.
Don't you think so, Will?'
'Now you come
to mention it... yes, I suppose there is a vague resemblance.'
'And Marilyn
was a naughty girl, just like you, Julia. But your luck is in.
You've found me, and I can see you need to be chastised.' Theona
raised a brow at Gus. He released Julia. Petrified, she put one arm
across her breasts and covered her mound with the other hand. The
bodyguards were still fumbling with their cocks, inspired by the
sight of her, and Will maintained his impressive erection.
'Put your
hands on your head,' Theona instructed. 'There's no need to be
coy.' Then, with a violent change of mood she rounded on her
guards. 'You morons stop beating your meat! I don't want you coming
all over my carpet. Stand against the wall and leave your cocks
out, but don't touch them.'
Huge bruisers
though they were, reared in the tough school of the streets, they
seemed to shrink under this tirade, obeying her meekly. Julia
peeped at them, her arms aching from their position, hands linked
on the crown of her head. Each was ugly, with shaven heads, tattoos
and piercing, but their formidable appearance was rendered comical
by the exposed erections with vein knotted stems and fiery helms
wet with pre-come.
Gus sat down
on an upright chair, and Theona said to Julia, 'Lie across his lap,
bum in the air.'
'I can't, I've
never...' Julia faltered.
'Then it's
high time you did,' Theona sneered, and propelled her forward.
Gus,
unsmiling, shifted to accommodate her, his legs parted, feet flat
on the floor, phallus lifting towards his navel. He had a strap
wrapped round his right hand. Gingerly, Julia lowered herself till
she felt his strong thighs supporting her, her buttocks forced
high. She was apprehensive and aroused. She could feel herself
blushing as she thought of the lewd spectacle she presented.
The heat
increased as she recalled the vision of Theona squirming under the
paddle and then being rammed by Gus's mighty weapon. She squeezed
her thighs together, feeling the swell of her mons against his
flesh, the length of the underside of his cock rubbing her side.
She was wet, love-juice oozing with each pulse of renewed passion.
And, to add to her discomfort, her bladder was full and she was
dying to relieve it.
'Please,
before we start anything, can you direct me to the loo?' she asked
meekly, gazing up at Theona. 'I need to spend a penny.'
'You'll have
to hold it. All part of your schooling. You should enjoy it all the
more while struggling not to wet yourself.' Theona ran a hand under
Julia's breasts, pulling at the nipples and smiling at her. 'And
you'd better not spill a drop, my girl. This is a library, not a
public lavatory. I shall be very angry if you piss everywhere.'
She stood
back, then beckoned to Will, and together they occupied the
chesterfield. This was well within Julia's sight, and her
excitement mounted as Theona threw off her robe and straddled Will,
impaling herself on his cock and heaving up and down on it, her
breasts bouncing. Then all thought was blocked out as searing pain
shot through Julia. Gus had unfurled the strap and struck her
viciously across the up-thrust curve of her buttocks.
She screamed
and tried to wriggle free, but Gus adroitly hit her again and
again, agony shooting through her tortured backside. He didn't use
his full strength, highly skilled at flagellation, going easy on
her. Even so, hot tears ran down her cheeks, dripping on the rug,
and her rump burned with a consuming fire that spread to her loins
and aggravated her clit. She wanted to come most desperately,
wanted him to stop, wanted to pee.
Theona, even
in the throes of sex with Will, watched her constantly, shouting
encouragement. 'That's it, girl. Ride the pain, surrender to the
pleasure.'
Gus used
enough force to make Julia leap at each stinging contact between
leather strap and bare bottom. He moved down to the backs of her
thighs and caught her across the underswell of her hinds. Her
breath hissed out at every cruel blow. He stopped and passed his
hands across the red marks branded on her skin, his fingers cool
and soothing. Then, laying down the strap, he cupped her quim,
palpating the protruding nubbin. Julia gritted her teeth, her
pleasure mingling with the pain of her derrière and the ache in her
bladder. Gus was insistent, rubbing her without mercy and this,
coupled with the arousing sight of Theona and Will humping each
other, was enough to lift her to the highest plateau of pleasure.
But there she stuck, unable to progress to completion, terrified
that, in so doing, she might void her bladder, drench the floor and
add to her shame.
'Come on,
baby,' Gus murmured, playing with her stiff nipples and continuing
to massage her clit. 'Do it, girl. Do it for me.'
'I can't,' she
moaned.
'Oh, you will,
indeed you will,' he said, and pinched her bud between his broad
thumb and middle finger.
Julia shuddered as orgasm ripped through her, and as soon as
the spasms started to recede she scrambled from Gus's lap pleading,
'Where's the toilet -
please?
'
'Across the
hallway,' he said with a snigger, indicating a door.
Julia hobbled,
though needing to run, but having to keep her legs pressed tightly
together in order not to dribble. She reached the cloakroom at
last, just made the lavatory seat in time, sighing with relief as
her urine flowed, though all too aware of the soreness of her
bottom and thighs.
Julia hoped
Theona had finished toying with her, but when she returned it was
to find that she had moved away from Will. He was propped up on
cushions, smoking, and observing Julia with amused, mocking
eyes.
As soon as she
stepped through the door Theona grabbed her and spun her round,
examining the crimson roses blooming on her bottom. 'You did it
well, Gus,' she said, and felt between Julia's thighs. 'You're very
wet, my dear. I think Gus deserves a reward, don't you?' She
pointed to where he was still seated on the chair, his penis thick
and upright. 'Get your mouth round that.'
Julia's eyes
widened and her heart thumped. 'Lick him, d'you mean? I can't. I
don't want to. It's disgusting.'
He smiled and
the bodyguards shook with laughter, their cocks twitching, but
Theona was not so tolerant. 'Silly girl,' she said mercilessly,
slapping Julia across the face. 'You'll do it, or I'll flay the
skin off your arse!'
'Will, can't
you help me?' Julia pleaded, rubbing her assaulted cheek, but he
shook his head.
'Get on with
it,' he advised, blowing smoke rings. 'Then we can get down to the
serious business of the night.'
Did no one
realise just how offended she was by the suggestion that she suck
Gus's cock? Arlene had talked of fellatio, even described what it
was like to perform it, and been rhapsodic when she spoke of the
delicious pleasure of having someone go down on her, orally
stimulating her clit. Julia had cringed, hating the idea of either
activity, and yet pictures had sprung into her mind. They were
decidedly obscene images, making her sex wet and her mouth dry.
Gus leant back
in the chair, folded his arms behind his head and grinned at her.
His cock mesmerised her, seeming to take on a life of its own.
Slowly, Julia sank between his legs, her punished behind raised.
She smelt the musty odour trapped in his crisp black pubic hair,
spiced with sweat and cinnamon. She trembled, afraid to touch him,
but her timid approach seemed to rouse him even more. His cock rose
higher, like a serpent uncoiling to the snake charmer's flute. She
stared, petrified yet fascinated at the sturdy, dark-skinned shaft,
the fully emerged glans, juice seeping from the slit.
She touched it
tentatively, amazed at the warm, velvety feel. Now it didn't seem
abhorrent, misshapen and ugly. Instead, she wanted to tend it and
make it grow. Her lips opened and her tongue poked out, needing to
taste the clear dew at its tip. She licked up the bead, surprised
to find it no more tangy than saliva. At the caress his cock leapt
into her face. Its heat was against her cheek, the helm seeking her
mouth. She started, and her fingers fumbled as she held it, and
then groped for the smoothness of his balls, the cock rearing up
proudly.
Gus dug his
fingers in her hair, dragging her forward, holding her mouth to his
prick. She steeled herself, stretched her lips wide and allowed the
slippery, purple-red helm to penetrate between them. It was salt
flavoured, the wet membranes of her inner cheeks and her taste buds
accepting the invasion. After the first shock she overcame the fear
that it might choke her. Thrills shivered through her as she
instinctively serviced him with her tongue, and then dared to start
sucking.