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“Almost as much as it excites you.”
She ventured a wan smile. Her voice had been stolen, the fierce-sounding leather a cunning thief.
“That cabinet is loaded with kinky finery for punishing women. And that’s really what goes on here, or what used to go on inside these rooms. It’s what all this Marquis business is about, sadism, and masochists. I bet you want to be beaten again, and fucked, and used, and made into a slavish sex toy. I bet you want it like it was when you were in this house. That’s why you’re so hot to find your Marquis.”
“You were here?” she guessed, aghast.
He shook his head. “No. I wasn’t here. Are you sorry about that?” He didn’t wait for an answer, “But I have a pretty good idea how your nights of debauchery played out. So, go on, I’m really liking the story.”
And she was liking him despite her fears and misgivings. As tantalizing as his touch, was the way this stranger wooed her with the leather, and the sound of the leather, and the sound of his voice. She felt her body surrendering all over again, with that magical place of perverted thrills coming back to her, that place where pain and pleasure exploded, where the physical extremes created unspeakable satisfaction, and where she languished blissfully afterwards. Was it possible that the magic would come to her now, here, with Alex Greenwood?
Laney bit her lip so hard she could taste the metallic taste of blood. Although she shuddered under its awesome weight, the blistering memories kept pouring into her brain; she’d tell him everything he wanted to know. “It was much later that day when Erik gave me the number of a stateroom where I was to present myself naked for the stranger. I tried to beg off the demand that I go their naked, as the man had ordered. Erik laughed at my fears, but he did allow me to wear a short robe to the man’s stateroom. When I got there, I was to remove the robe before I knocked. I managed that—thankfully there was no one in the hallway at that time, although it took several minutes and two knocks before the stranger finally answered. And then, he took his time before he allowed me to enter, and when he did, he ordered me to the floor. I couldn’t cross his doorstep unless I was on my hands and knees. When I finally crawled into the room, I found myself in an unusually large stateroom where there were a number of people mingling, drinking, I think…by that time, I was pretty much a basket case; everything was just a blur. The drink Erik fixed for me before I left him must have just kicked in. Once I was inside, the stranger led me to the center of the stateroom, and forced my head to the carpet with his boot holding me down at the neck.” Laney paused, breathing a little more heavily than usual. A sudden wave of arousal made her body shudder.
“He told me to spread my legs and raise my ass, which I knew would show how wet my pussy had become. It had to be gleaming in the mellow candle light of the master’s stateroom and I’m sure everyone saw my lewd presentation. A vulgar banter followed, which I tried very hard to ignore. Part of me wanted to get the hell out of the room, but the bigger part of me was an unapologetic slut who enjoyed every minute of the exhibition. Soon, there were whips and floggers, even a paddle coming down on my back side. My shoulders were scorched, and my bare pussy and anal crack filleted with a whip. Every cut seemed to dig deep into the soft flesh—I was surprised I wasn’t dripping blood. A woman’s nails raked over my punished skin. Then someone came at me from behind, working a cock along the crevice, gathering sex juices from my cunt below and using them to lubricate me. Enough of that wet slime and he finally started prodding the hole with the head of his dick. I felt his hand grasp my ass cheeks and squeeze—I knew what came next. Although when he shoved himself inside me, the pain was excruciating and I lurched forward, moaning. I wasn’t ready for anything that severe. Someone grabbed my hair and lifted my head from the floor, slapping at my cheeks to reprimand me. ‘Silence!’ the voice attacked my ears. The face before me seemed all twisted and grimacing—I’m not even sure now if it was a man or a woman. Then as soon as they moved off, someone else followed—a man. He was on his knees, too, his cock shoved down my throat until I gagged. Neither man who used me cared how my body revolted from their joint attack. I’d seized up in fear. I even choked, spitting the one man out, but he forced his cock back into my mouth. Neither man cared that I didn’t want this. Their desire was ferocious—one crotch banging against my face, the other against my ass. I remember hating every minute of the attack, but my gaping cunt dripped with the evidence of an arousal I couldn’t squelch. It was a brutal rape—that’s how I think of it now.”
She stopped talking suddenly. Her eyes had drifted as she spoke, but now looked directly into Alex’s face. She could hardly believe that she’d been so blunt in her description.
“And…?” he asked.
“And I was coming in the midst of it.” Laney’s face heated from a terrific blush moving upward from her neck. “My body seemed to burst its seams with orgasms, as if I’d become disconnected from their vulgar use of me. I hid my face, I was so ashamed. I hoped that I’d be done, once the two had climaxed, but as soon as the man in my ass orgasmed, he moved off wiping his seed on my ass cheeks. He was immediately replaced by another man. There was a second man ready to take my mouth.” Laney unconsciously licked her lips.
“Having to concentrate so hard on the men who fucked my mouth and ass, I couldn’t focus on the room around me: how many people, that sort of thing. I gathered that I was the entertainment for an extravagant cocktail party. The women were formally dressed, dripping jewels, most of the men wore tuxedoes. My part in the activities continued for quite some time, but I don’t really know how long it went on. I wasn’t thinking very clearly and after a while, one face just blurred into the next.” She sighed. “Let’s just say, I was well used, my body orifices brutalized—except my pussy, which must have been off limits. Maybe that was Erik’s decision. Of course, they played with it every chance they got, amused to see me grovel with a need I couldn’t satisfy…
“By the time I was done with the last man, my mouth was sore. So was my ass—I mean, these cocks were huge, or at least most of them seemed to be. Or maybe it’s just the big ones I remember. I don’t know.” She took a breath.
“And, of course, Laney hated it,” Alex said, smirking.
“Right,” she smiled wryly. “I can’t believe I’m telling you ass this…”
Alex only grinned.
“No, I didn’t hate it. My mind kept coming back to Marquis Island, remembering the woman I became when I was here. The woman I’d consented to be when I agreed to wear the bracelet. In some ways it felt like rape—it was abusive and very demeaning, but I had agreed to it in advance, and while it was going on, I surrendered. For reasons that still escape me, I experienced satisfaction that wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, but it was bigger than emotional, bigger than physical. I touched something in me…” her voice trailed off to a whisper, “I really don’t know what…”
In the silence that followed, flies buzzed in the heated room, and the rushing sound of the wind in the trees filled the air. The two waited until she was ready to begin again.
“The fucking became so routine that it hardly fazed me after a while, then it was suddenly over. Cum was dripping from my ass and mouth. There were a few jeers, a little prodding, and at one point, I felt a whip on me again. Then the master who’d retained me for the evening started shoving me toward the door with his boot. I moved as fast as I could, which was hardly fast enough for him. When I reached the door, he opened it and I crawled out. Sounds cruel, doesn’t it? But I was numb by then. My robe—the one I’d dropped before I entered—wasn’t there. So, I scrambled to my feet and raced through the ship’s hallways to find our stateroom. I was so confused that I made several wrong turns in that blasted maze, and I ran into several people on the way. Got lots of stares, a few laughs. By that time of night, most of the people returning to their staterooms were pretty drunk. I remember one woman in particular enjoyed staring at me and my embarrassment, looking at this panicking female, with whip marks all over her body, running like a squealing pig all over the place. Later, Erik reminded me how drunk they were, and a mess I was—they’d never recognize me in the morning. I had to hope that was true.
“Anyway, I finally banged on our stateroom door and collapsed into Erik’s arms.”
Laney paused, her brows knit in thought. “Erik was really cool to me—I mean cool as in chilling and masterful. He told me I’d been a ‘good girl’ for obeying him and he was proud of me. But he didn’t sound like Erik at all. He was patronizing as if he were speaking to a small child. Then after his initial praise, he didn’t say very much. He didn’t even ask what I’d done. I wondered if he was in the master’s stateroom. He could have been, but I’ll never know. I had to live with the night on my own without his help. Maybe he was testing me to see if I was suited for this kind of scene—maybe it had been planned in advance. I had so many questions. I still do.” Laney fell silent again, going inside herself, dwelling on the awkward moments with Erik that were so fresh in her mind now; it almost tricked her into believing that he was still alive.
Alex pondered her story for a moment with some thoughtful consideration of his own, but he didn’t comment further, saying only, “And the second time?”
“Yes.” She took a deep breath, remembering that occasion and how different it was from the first. “Erik called me at the office—I’m a lawyer. I was in the middle of deposing a witness. I tried to explain that, but Erik insisted I drop everything. He’d never called me out of work before, but the sound of his voice was almost hypnotizing; I had to go. My leaving was all very professionally handled, even if my sex was dripping by the time I walked out the door. There was a puddle of juices on the seat of my car when I reached Erik’s office.”
Laney realized how physically stimulating the words of her story had become, how her body responded and her desire increased, how the throbbing energy in her belly spread so her body was quaking with need.
“It must be nerve-wracking not knowing what comes next,” Alex interjected.
“It is. It’s also what made the situation so, well…” she blushed again, “arousing. It’s funny how the mystery grabs me by the throat and shakes me down to nothing but my body. Going mindless isn’t easy for me; perhaps that’s why the extreme sexual demands in being the Marquis’ property appealed to me.”
“Why you’re here now?”
“Why I’m here now. Yes.” She nodded in agreement. “Erik was at his desk, looking as cold as I’d ever seen him. I wasn’t sure I liked him that way. I missed his smile. But at that point there was nothing I could do to prevent what happened next; I was
already committed. ‘I have a friend you need to please, Laney,’ he said. He nodded to a door connecting his office with another one—apparently whosever it was, was out for the afternoon. I hesitated for just a second but he glared at me so sharply that I barged right into the other office.
“There was nothing particularly unusual about the scene. The master was just a businessman, and not someone particularly appealing, or unusual. He seemed young, though he was already balding. A little paunch around the middle, but a reasonably handsome face and clear blue eyes. I remember that most about him.
