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I told myself to relax, the word continuing like a mantra until I finally took a deep breath, ran my fingers under the elastic of the pale blue panties and drew them down over my ass and thighs. Letting them drop to the floor, I disentangled them from my feet, and then stood upright before the four men with my sex naked and visible. I closed my eyes so as not to see them staring at me. Though as I did, Reggie came to me and raised my chin in his gentle hand, “Open your eyes, Alexandra. Look at them. See how they look at you.”
I trembled uneasily, but obeyed. I thought Gus would leap out and devour me. Elliot was all lust. Looking at Will was the worst. I instantly recoiled, seeing how cold he’d become, nearly the mirror of Reggie himself.
For all my nerves and fright, however, my body betrayed my lust. The warmth of my desire had flooded through me, leaving my pussy glistening with female dew, and me with no way to hide the physical response with it so blatantly on display. Whatever Reggie had in mind, I wanted it now. For all the humiliation I’d suffered, I needed some sort of satisfaction. I didn’t even care if it was Elliot’s cock in my ass.
Moments passed into minutes, which passed into an eternity. How much longer did I have to wait?
At last Reggie’s voice reached out to me and grabbed me with his next command.
“Face the fireplace,” he ordered.
That was easy enough.
“Now kneel on the stool.”
Even that I did with some ease. I knew the men were looking but at least I didn’t have to look at them.
“Spread your knees wide apart,” he commanded with a growing urgency in his voice.
“Wider,” he raised his voice when I didn’t respond fast enough to please him.
I complied again, moving my knees as far apart as the stool would allow.
“Now bend over, head and shoulders to the leather.”
As I bent down, I could see Will behind me from the corner of my eye. The coldness had vanished, replaced by apprehension that matched my own. It was fleeting, but still a comfort.
As I followed Reggie’s instructions, he moved to me and pushed my upper body firmly into the cold leather. His hand was firm, and the authority behind it almost made me orgasm right there. I clutched the front legs to keep my balance, and as the air caressed my upturned rear, I became painfully aware of how exposed I was in the awkward pose. Despite that fact, I found myself strangely pleased that I was in the center of this drama, the focus of their attention. I wanted more. I wanted their hands all over me, their fingers and tongues probing my womanly cleft, getting me off. If only that were Reggie’s game.
“Open wider,” he snapped. “Let’s see your virgin target.” He shoved down until I could go no further and the skin of my behind was drawn tight. My asshole was there for them to see along with the juices leaking from my sex below. The position was uncomfortable, and I might have collapsed had Reggie not read my mind and offered a few words to inspire me. “You’ll need to hold yourself in place, or I’ll tie you down.”
I looked at the world from upside down, seeing Elliot approaching my backside with his fully erect cock protruding from his trousers. It was sheathed, longer but not as thick as Will’s. I tried to imagine it thrusting i
nto my body. I watched him grease it with a thick white cream, then saw Reggie take a handful for himself. He smeared it around my anal hole, prodding the delicate opening with a finger. I gasped inside and practically jerked myself from the tenuous pose. The invasion alarmed me and I waited, wondering what it would feel like to have the heft of a man’s cock inside that tight space.
When Reggie finally moved away Elliot moved in for the christening. He grabbed hold of my ass with firm hands, squeezing hard enough to hurt. Then came the head of his erection, probing the rim of my anus, teasing me for so long that I wondered if he’d enter me at all. Without warning, he suddenly shoved himself into the tight place. It didn’t want to give, and I nearly toppled forward, feeling a pain so rich and foreign to my body, I couldn’t believe its intensity. As he thrust deeper, I heard Reggie’s voice rise above my anguished moans, “Relax, Alexandra.” But his words were lost on me, the pain was just too much.
Elliot continued to move in and out of my channel. To relax was impossible, each movement was less bearable than the one before.
“Stop, please stop, oh please! I can’t take it!” I finally blurted out. I collapsed into the leather, yanking Elliot’s cock from my ass.
“The bitch needs tying,” I heard a cruel voice shout. Gus.
“Get up, Alexandra,” Reggie overruled him. He stood beside me with a steadying hand on my back. “You will get through this, I promise you. Now get back on your knees and make every effort to relax. And breathe.”
Following his order, I repositioned myself on the stool, breathing deeply, trying to relax as Elliot thrust himself into me once again – much slower this time. He took it easy at the start, allowing me the chance to get used to the odd sensations his cock produced. It wasn’t long before he was plowing into me more vigorously, losing himself in his own pleasure and ignoring me completely. I felt his wildness – it was almost more than I could stand. The pain was constant for a while, then eased off, then rose up again when Elliot began to fuck me harder. He kneaded my ass; he pinched my clit below. He must have liked the way I responded because he kept up the brutal play until I cried and moaned, and thrashed about as much as the position allowed. Despite the intensity of his abuse, I knew I found some pleasure in that fucking – some mysterious part of me seemed to love being forced to submit this way. He banged away inside my ass until he went suddenly rigid with his groin pressed against me. He remained there for a moment, a deep cry welling up from within. He’d started to come. With him locked against me, his fists grasping my flesh, spasm after spasm wracked his body. His heat poured into me like nothing I’d ever before experienced. I felt him welded to me, his cock belonging to me, and a feeling of profound satisfaction, even pleasure, that I had lowered myself enough to serve him in this way.
When he pushed me away and his cock withdrew, I collapsed against the stool only to discover a fresh new pain envelope my body. There was a constant throbbing, a dull ache, and occasionally sharp shooting pains when I moved. I waited, immobilized, not wanting to budge from that place.
As the minutes passed and the pain began to subside, I found myself turning my attention to the pleasure building in my body. The heat had warmed me, and my own need to release was beginning to well up from within. I could feel myself start to grind against the stool, but I quickly stopped, reminded that I’d just been violated in the presence of three men, in the presence of my own lover. Thoughts of my exposure, and the rudeness of the assault overpowered my pleasure and drove it far from me. Perhaps I blacked out. I don’t remember time passing, or voices or bodies about me, or doors opening and closing. I remember nothing until a cool chill of air greeted my naked ass and gentle hands pulled me carefully from the stool. Elliot’s hands.
We were alone. I gazed about the deserted room, which seemed so innocent in its well ordered arrangement. So calm. So serene now that the passion had been spent. I looked at Elliot, with his weapon of assault now tucked inside his trousers. He was calm. He’d had his pleasure and was now waiting on me.
As I stood, I pulled my skirt down to cover my nakedness. Why had he stayed? Was he with me on Reggie’s command? I considered the strange circumstances, being ministered to by the very man who had attacked me in the crudest sort of violation. Yet I hadn’t any real feelings for him one way or the other; and he had none for me I surmised by his cool detachment.
All of a sudden, I understood how my time with Reggie would play out. I awakened with amazing clarity, knowing that everything had been prearranged, Reggie designing it all from the moment I entered the living room. He’d designed my violation, and the consolation now. I was being carefully managed, manipulated into submission and humiliation by a master of the craft. Ah yes! It was my choice, but this was his drama to contrive. I was just a player – like all the others were players in his game. Hadn’t Will said as much?
And where was Reggie now?
