It was an unremarkable night out for Helen. She went out with a couple of girlfriends but after so many years their conversations had become repetitive. So she excused herself and was going to just go home but when she took her wine glass up to the bar she saw him. He was tall and lithe, wearing a leather jacket that looked like it had saved him from more than one motorcycle accident.
He was clearly looking at her and when she glanced at him and gave him a slight smile, he didn't look away. He was confident, that's for sure.
So she decided to get a refill instead of leaving. Even if it was just flirtation, it would break up the monotony of her night. She took a sip and looked over, planning on being more openly flirtatious.
But he was gone!
'Shit!' she thought, 'Oh well.' and took another sip. Then she heard a deep voice at her shoulder say,
"Don't turn around."
'That's pretty audacious!' A perfect stranger just giving her an order.
But she obeyed and that act, she noted, made her quite wet.
"Good girl." he said, in his sultry, seductive voice.
And that added to the dampness soaking her panties.
"I'm Stan. But you can call me 'Sir.'"
"Yes, Sir... I'm um... Helen."
"You're very obedient. Have you been trained by someone?"
It was the word 'trained' that she had a problem with. She had been raised to be polite. Was that the same thing?
'No, ' she decided, and answered, "No Sir."
"Take off your underwear and hand it to me."
She didn't hesitate to obey. Lifting the sides of her skirt she hooked her fingers into the waistband and pushed them down until they dropped to her ankles. She started to bend over but he grabbed her hair and whispered, "Stand up. Use your foot to lift it to your hand."
The feel of his hand gripping her hair was the most thrilling thing she'd felt in... well, she couldn't remember, but it was a while. And without her panties... 'DAMMIT! Why did I wear those plain white ones tonight?'
She was sure that in a few minutes her juices were going to running down the inside of her thighs.
She tried to hand them back underhanded but he refused them. "No. Turn around and hand them to me openly so that all these people can see what a good obedient girl you are."
'Did he mean what a slut I am? Why didn't he say that?'
Obeying she turned with the white cotton wadded up in her hand. She didn't have the courage to look up and meet his eyes.
"Not like that, " he growled. "Open them, drape them across your hand as an offering. So that these people next to us can see what you're doing."
"Yes, Sir" she said and with the other hand opened them up so that the crotch was at her fingertips.
A laughing female voice by her left ear mocked, "Those look soaked."
He placed his hand under hers and raised it to his nose. She wanted to look up but couldn't make herself. She knew she needed his permission. She didn't know how she knew that, but she knew.
His voice echoed the laughing woman's, "You're right. They're drenched!:
It was humiliating but perfect. Two strangers mocking her arousal made her feel the first droplets running down the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
"She your girl?" the woman asked.
"Nope. We just met. Don't even know her name."
"Gonna keep her?"
"I haven't decided. I'll decide in the morning."
'In the morning? Had he already decided she was going be his all night?' Didn't she have a say?'
"I have an idea..." she heard the woman say before she turned away and spoke to a friend. Another female laugh and saying, "Sure."
Another woman, apparently the first woman's friend moved to the man's other side and she and the first woman moved in close to the guy who still hadn't taken the panties she was holding up in plain view.
"We'll hide her with our skirts so she can get on her knees and help you make up your mind, " the first woman said.
'Here?! In public?! These three people were expecting her to get on her knees and give a man she'd just met a BLOWJOB?!'
And, even as the last word passed through her thoughts she found herself lowering herself as she was expected to...
She thought back... had he slipped something into her drink? No. She hadn’t even lifted the glass off the bar.
Her knees hit the wooden floor with a sound that seemed loud to her but was lost in the hubbub of the bar. She felt sheltered... almost cozy in the tiny space between the three bodies and the bar,
His fist, still tangled in her hair, tightened. Silently ordering her to do what she knew she had to do. Her hands moved to the front of his black jeans as if they had a mind of their own, sought and found the tab of his zipper and pulled it down.
‘Am I really doing this?!’ she asked in her mind and instantly answered, ‘YES!’
Above her she could hear the voices of the two women and the stranger before whom she knelt. She couldn’t hear clearly what was being said but certain words perked up her ears: “slut” “slave” and “whore” Demeaning words that, she noticed, were not being spoken by the man but by the women. She didn’t care what these girls said or thought about her though the humiliation made her even wetter than she already was.
Fishing his erect cock out of his tight pants wasn’t easy but she succeeded and was delightfully surprised by its size. It wasn’t excessively long like those of porn stars, but it had a nice girth that she knew she’d enjoy in any of her holes.
It wasn’t circumcised but smelled nice and clean. She used the tip of her tongue to lick the bead of pre-cum from its urethra and paused a moment to savor the pleasant taste. Married for many years, she hadn’t tasted another man’s... well, anything... in years and the novelty was very exciting.
His fist tightening in her hair was all the command she needed and she opened her mouth and pushed her head onto him as far as she could. She rarely deep-throated her husband anymore, only on special occasions, and she was out of practice and gagged a little as its head pushed into the entrance to her throat. But she flashed back to her college days when one of her lovers, who was longer than this stranger, had trained her. And she swallowed as she pushed herself even deeper.
His hand in her hair held her there and though she’d forgotten to take a breath first, she didn’t resist. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only seconds, her lungs started burning and demanding oxygen. It had also been ages since her spouse had choked her while he fucked her and she’d been missing it. If she passed out, she passed out, so be it.
And just as she felt the exciting tingle that came right before losing consciousness, he pulled her head back. She gasped for breath but that wasn’t even close to her first consideration. She was focused on using her tongue to explore every millimeter of the head of his cock. She combined suction and licking in a way that was worshipful. At least that’s what she meant it to be and hoped he’d see it as.
She felt other hands, obviously belonging to the women on either side of her push his hand away and tangle themselves in her hair. And even before she could register it happening they were using their grip to have her face-fuck his cock.
And they weren’t gentle. They slammed her head against his hardness in a way that would surely be leaving bruises at the back of her throat and it hurt. A lot.
But she just relaxed and let it happen.
She raised her hands to his thighs but they were harshly slapped away so she did what seemed natural and crossed her wrists at the back of her waist.
“Look at that... just like a well-trained slavegirl!” a female voice said, laughing cruelly.
She was gone then. She was whatever he, or they, wanted. She was a thing with holes to be used.
One of the women leaned down and put her mouth next to Helen’s ear and said to the stranger, “She looks enthusiastic. I’ll bet she eats pussy pretty good too.”
She had gone down on women but mostly just in return for what the other woman had done first. She had experimented and decided she just liked cocks better.
“If you decide you don’t want to keep her, we’ll be happy to take her off your hands... or dick, ” she laughed and was joined by her friend and the stranger.
The two sets of hands were shoving her onto his erection harder and harder and she could feel the muscles in his cock twitching as he got closer and closer.
The two women’s hands were pushed aside and replaced with his and he held her in place to fill her mouth with his hot cum. To the woman kneeling at his feet it was the most delicious flavor she’d ever tasted.
She sucked as much as she could out of him and lavished all her attention with her tongue to coax any remaining drops.
When she was sure there was no more she sat back on her heels, raised her chin and opened her mouth to display the white pool on her tongue while waiting for permission to swallow.
But before she could, the woman on her left lifted her up by her hair and kissed her deeply while sucking the ejaculate from her mouth.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught her best friend Julia, the one who’d talked her into coming out for the night, staring at her with a sinister smile. She knew she’d be discreet and not tell the other women at the table who were terrible gossips.
But she knew later she’d use it to blackmail her... ‘I wonder what her pussy will taste like’ she thought.
The other woman spun her around and used her tongue to clean the inside of her mouth of any residual semen.
Turning back to look at the man clearly for the first time she was pleasantly surprised. He was well-dressed and quite handsome. She had to resist falling again to her knees to thank him.
“I’m going to take her out and put her in my trunk and take her back to my hotel. You ladies care to follow? I have the Presidential Suite at the Hilton in case you get lost.”
Behind her the two women looked at each other with wicked smiles and decided it sounded fun.
Moments later the three of them were in the dark parking lot behind the bar. He took her wrists behind her back in his strong hand and walked her across the lot to shiny new Bentley. Using the fob on his keys he popped open the trunk and she froze.
‘Did he really mean it? Was he actually going to put her in the trunk?’
Taking her chin in his other hand he turned her face to him and raised it to stare into her eyes, “You can get in the trunk and come and have the night you’ve been fantasizing about for years or turn around and go back in to your boring friends.”
She barely hesitated before stepping into the roomy trunk. It was exactly what she’d fantasized about for years. She started to crouch down and the stranger said, “Stop. You won’t need that skirt and blouse. Take them off, fold them, and give them to...” He looked at one of the women and said, “Sorry. What’s your name?”
“I’m Celeste and this is Mandy.”
“Hand them to Celeste.”
Slowly but steadily, she obeyed. She hadn’t worn a bra and was now naked and happy it was a warm night.
“Lay down, hands behind you.”
She complied and felt him take her wrists and join them before snugging them tightly with a zip-tie.
“Mandy, would mind doing me a favor and check and see how wet she is?”
The woman laughed, “Happy to. I’ll bet she’s as wet as I am.”
The woman pushed four fingers into Helen forcefully, as if she wanted to jam her whole fist inside. It made the captive groan and the three others laugh.
“Yup. The fucking slut is soaked!”
She pushed her juice-covered fingers into Helen’s mouth and ordered her to clean them off.
When she finished the stranger closed the lid of the trunk, plunging their victim into darkness.
The first thing she tried to do was not get free but instead to reach her aching cunt. Of course the stranger had foreseen that and cinched the zip-tie so tightly it was impossible.
She settled into the dark space and thought about how often she’d made herself cum imagining just such a scenario.
The drive wasn’t long and she could feel the car descend into a parking garage of some sort and then park. She heard the stranger get out of the car but he didn’t come and open the hood. In the silence her imagination ran wild with some very, very dark thoughts.
She heard footsteps approaching and recognized the distinct. staccato of high heels and realized it must be the two women from the bar.
At last the hood opened and she blinked against the light and finally got a good look at the two in a brighter light than she’d seen in the bar or its parking lot. They were both very pretty but definitely older than she expected, close to Helen’s mid-thirties. She rose on her knees but waited to be told to climb out.
After being ordered to do so she tried but getting over the lip of the trunk with her wrists joined made it impossible and she fell back down. She rose and tried again and fell back again.
Judging from the smiles of her three captors, watching her fail pleased them.
So she rose again to her knees but before she could try she was lifted by the strong hands of the stranger and just managed to straighten her legs before being set on the concrete.
“Shall we head up to my suite?” the stranger asked and was enthusiastically answered by the two other women.
They all turned to head to the elevator and the naked Helen froze. “Excuse me, Sir. May I have my clothes back?”
He laughed and gestured at one of the women, “Don’t ask me. I don’t have them. Ask Mandy.” he told her and added, gesturing at the floor, “And I suggest you do so politely.”
Immediately sensing what he meant she lowered herself to her knees, bowed her head, and asked softly, “Please Miss Mandy, may I have my clothes back?”
“No.” she said with a sneer. “I left them in the car because I don’t think you’re going to need them before morning.”
Helen knew better than to ask again so instead she asked, “May I get up now?”
The stranger spoke again, “You’d better because I’m not going to lift you up again.”
She obeyed and followed the three to an elevator just as they heard another car entering the structure.
He used his key card to open the doors and ushered the others in ahead of himself. Helen moved to try and stand in the back, behind the rest, but her effort was refused.
“No, you’ll stand right in front of the doors. Maybe someone else will be going up on the way.”
The thought both terrified and aroused her and she fidgeted nervously.
“Stand still, ” he ordered.
What she couldn’t see but the other two women could, was that the elevator only had one button. It was labeled “Presidential Suite” and identified this as a private elevator for that suite.
Her whole body turned bright red as she imagined someone, maybe even someone she knew in this small town, opening the doors and seeing her in her predicament. Suddenly the elevator stopped and the doors opened and it was almost enough to make her pee herself.
But she saw that the elevator opened into his set of rooms and was simultaneously relieved and disappointed.
But the laughter behind her made her turn and look and she realized she’d been had.
“Okay. You got me, ” she laughed along with them.
The three walked past her into the sumptuous space, and the stranger asked, as he headed to what appeared to be a full bar, “Anyone care for a drink?”
The three women, who had moved over to the tall doors that led out to a balcony, all affirmed that they wanted one and simultaneously asked for wine.
Opening the doors they all stepped out, even the naked prisoner, who had shed her shyness after leaving the elevator.
The hotel was only eight stories but it was as tall as any of the buildings around it, most of which seemed to be offices and which were dark.
Helen stood a little behind Celeste and Mandy, trying to hide her nudity. But after glancing at each other the parted and pushed her up against the railing.
Looking down she could see people around the pool, chatting and enjoying the warm summer night.
It was more than a little disorienting being pressed against the rail with her hands still fastened behind her back. She had never been a fan of heights and she stiffened. It was sensed by the two women and when she tried to move back they interlocked their arms around Helen’s shoulders and leaned forward so that she was forced to look over the edge, straight down eight stories.
“p-please...?” she pleaded softly.
By herself she’d never even have stood at the railing, much less have bent over it and made to look straight down. If there was anything in her stomach besides the couple of drinks she’d had a while back she would have thrown it up.
“Make sure you don’t puke on those nice people down there. They might look up and see the slut hanging over the railing.”
She heard the voice of the stranger behind them, “Is our start guest trying to show the world her charms?” he asked with a slightly cruel laugh that made her want to protest.
“Nah, ” Celeste answered, “it seems like our captive doesn’t much like heights though.”
“Got anything we can use to keep her this way while we enjoy our beverages?” Mandy asked.
“I’ve got just the thing, ” he answered.
A few minutes later he returned and Helen felt him loop the rough hemp rope around her throat.
“As long as she stays bent over she’ll be fine. But if she tries to straighten up it will choke her.”
The rope was criss-crossed on her back and secured to the rail and then her feet were kicked apart by someone and each joined to the bars that supported the railing.
She was high enough that someone 8 stories below probably couldn’t see much but the idea of being in this position, unable to move, and completely exposed, was equally terrifying and arousing.
The two women who’d held her down moved away and one of them, slapping her hard on her right ass cheek, ordered, “Stand up.”
As soon as she tried she felt the rope coiled around her throat start to tighten. She immediately started to panic and jerk her feet back only to discover that they were attached to the zip-tie on her wrists. That pulled her more upright and tightened the loops around her throat even more.
“p-p-please...” she gasped as black spots danced in her vision.
One of the other girls just pushed her forward and that immediately loosened the ones on her neck.
Gasping in air she breathed out, “Th-th-thank you...”
“You’re welcome, ” she heard Celeste answer right before feeling her jam four fingers inside her and scraping her fingers against her G-spot.
“My GOD! You’re fucking soaked!”
Helen was where she’d always wanted to be, even though this was nothing like anything she’d ever fantasized about.
“You’re such a fucking slut!” she said with a laugh.
And of course Helen’s response was just to drench the woman’s digits with even more fluids.
She could cum in an instant if the woman would just touch her clit once and almost as if she could read her thoughts Celeste said, “Don’t you dare cum, slut!”
Fighting it off was one of the hardest things she’d ever done.
No matter where she looked it didn’t help. Up made her feel unsteady, almost dizzy. Trying to turn her head to left or right seemed to tighten the coils around her throat.
She was forced to lean forward, the upper half of her naked body exposed to anyone on one of the balconies below and to look straight down, confronting one of her biggest fears.
She had often lived in a world of ‘what if?’s and it had prevented her from exploring in real life many of the things she fantasized about when she played with herself.
The talking behind her had stopped and been replaced by the distinct sounds of the three people having sex.
She thought about begging to be included but couldn’t find the words.
She was unaware that the sounds had even stopped when suddenly her ass exploded in agony as the stranger’s heavy leather belt crossed the clenched muscles of her ass.
She screamed for a split second before cutting it off but it was enough that it attracted the attention of several people next to the pool. The echo off the walls of the surrounding building made it impossible to tell where it had come from but one woman, and older matronly type, happened to look up and she could make out the form of the woman hanging over the railing.
She was clearly speaking to the others in her party because they all started looking up at her and immediately pulled out their phones. She several flashes and knew she was being filmed and photographed.
She hoped she was out of range but had no way to be sure. It didn’t matter, at this point she was so turned on that she’d pose right next to the pool if the stranger and his two female companions would let her cum.
The matronly woman who’d spotted her disappeared into the hotel and Helen knew she was a “Karen” type who was going to complain.
She wanted to warn the other three but wasn’t sure how well that would be received and so she remained silent.
Behind her, Mandy and Celeste were sharing the stranger’s cock, which, even though he’d already cum that evening, the two women were able to restore it to its erect posture.
The sight of the naked woman tied to the railing was a substantial aid. The fair skin of her lush ass just seemed to invite some red stripes from one of his leather belts.
Unfortunately, his reverie was interrupted by the suite’s phone ringing. HE knew what it had to be, some bluenose whining about the sexy woman hanging over the railing.
Excusing himself from the attentions of his two guests he suggested they untie Helen while he answered the phone.
They moved over and looked at the elaborate rope system holding her as she was.
“Well, slut, we have to let you go but before that...”
She felt their hands attack her, one pair seizing and pinching and twisted her stiff nipples and the other probing her dripping cunt.
In a moment she was on the brink of orgasm...
They brought her into the suite’s dining area where the stranger had cleared the table and instructed them, “On her back, head hanging over the end. Tie her tight, we don’t want to have her squirming around for the next part.”
It was a position that was slightly disorienting but the feeling of being completely helpless and exposed was very, very exciting. She realized that no one had any idea where she was and these three people, all of whom had revealed their sadistic side already, could literally torture her to death and dump her body somewhere.
She didn’t really think they would but the possibility that they could, revved up her horniness to a whole new level.
“Go ahead and play with her, but don’t let her cum. She’ll have to earn that.”
She watched as one of the two women approached her inverted face, lifted her skirt, and presented her hairless pussy for Helen to service. She had eaten more than a few pussies, mostly in college where the girls in her sorority regularly took care of each other’s need and often licked the semen out of her roommate’s cunt when she came home from a date. It wasn’t as nice as sucking it straight out of a cock but its added touch of humiliation made it very hot.
She dove in with her tongue as best she could but the position she was in allowed her only limited movement. When the owner of the pussy grasped her by her hair and pulled her in, she was relieved.
It had been years since she’d been with a woman and she reveled in it, focusing all her attention on making the woman cum. But that attention was quickly pushed aside as she felt fingers and then a tongue teasing the swollen lips of her vulva.
The owner of the voice above her warned, unnecessarily, that she’d better not cum without permission.
It took every bit of her concentration to attend to the soaked pussy and stave off an orgasm but she managed.
“Celeste, please move to one side for a moment. It’s important that she sees this.”
‘This’ turned out to be a shiny steel block filled with what were undoubtedly very sharp kitchen knives.
She only glimpsed it for a second but it made her struggle against the bonds that held her and she opened her mouth to scream only to find herself silenced by the thick cock of the stranger.
‘I guess this is it...’ she thought.
She knew she should be terrified but the delicious cock thrusting into her throat and the talented mouth and fingers working on her cunt pushed all that aside.
If she was going out, then she was going out with style and worked to give this guy the best blowjob of his life.
She felt a slight sting on the very tip of her right nipple but it quickly grew stronger and more painful. She flashed on the shiny knives in that block and wondered which one was being used to destroy that sensitive flesh.
She felt the warm liquid as it ran down the outside of her breast and pictured the line of red.
Another point on her left nipple and the same result. ‘Are they going to slowly drain all of my blood?’, she wondered.
She felt what could only have been the blade of another knife being run along side of one labia and then the other and then being pressed against her swollen and already aching clit.
That was the first thing that really terrified her. ‘Are they going to cut it off before I cum?’
“You think we should have put plastic down? This is going to get messy, ” she heard Maddy say.
The cock roughly fucking her throat paused and she took advantage to slather its head with her tongue and pumping her head against it, hoping that if she kept her captors aroused, they’d put off her demise.
It was a very strange thing but she wasn’t afraid of dying, only of the ways they intended to torture her and ever being allowed to cum before it happened.
She felt cold steel against the front of her throat and it made her freeze. She knew if she moved it might cut into her with deadly consequences and so she just relaxed and let him face-fuck her.
What ever had pierced the tip of her nipple had moved aside and been replaced with a pair of sucking lips that drover her crazy.
“I think I might be part vampire... this tastes delicious!” she heard a woman’s voice say as if off in the distance.
Another pair of lips sucked her clitoris into them and she felt teeth grabbing it as if they were going to bite it clean off.
She could feel the muscles in his shaft clenching and she knew he must be close so she sucked as hard as she could on each withdrawal.
And she felt their knives. Cutting across her skin in all directions, slicing her open and letting the crimson life force run down the sides of her body.
It was then that she lost all control and erupted in what was without a doubt the most powerful orgasm of her life. So strong that she passed out completely.
When she woke a while later she found she was no longer bound and her head no longer hung over the end of the table.
She was afraid to move, afraid to see how these people had disfigured her body.
“She’s awake, ” she heard a familiar voice say. And that made her move.
Raising her head she saw the grinning face of Julia.
“I don’t have to ask if you had fun, you fucking slut!” she laughed.
Looking down at her body Helen saw none of the cuts or blood she expected. She looked at her friend who held up a small bottle. “Warm oil.”
And then three steel rulers, “Kept in the freezer.”
The other three people joined them and Julia informed her, “This is Thomas, Celeste, and Maddy. We all work together and they helped me plan the birthday present of your dreams.”
“But...”
“Yeah, your birthday’s not til next month but I knew you wouldn’t be ready for this.”
Helen realized that she only only ever shared her deepest, darkest fantasy with one person: Julia.
She reached out to hug her but was kept at arm’s length. “Not until we wash this oil off.”
But she took her hands and helped her off the table and steadied her to walk to the suite’s huge walk-in shower.
“Your three coming?” she asked, inviting her co-workers who eagerly accepted.