Chapter 5
Peter awoke and blinked his eyes, aware of throbbing pain in his buttocks, arms and legs. How long it had been since he'd passed out was impossible for him to judge, as he was placed in a room that appeared to be a dungeon of sorts, perhaps located in the cellar, that let very little light inside, making it virtually impossible for him to tell if it was day or night. Only a bright sliver of light was able to slice under the crack between the heavy door and the floor, giving off just enough diffused light to the room so that he was able to barely make out a few shapes.
Just how long he'd been there he didn't know. Was it only days... or weeks? His eyes tried to bat away the darkness, but the painful nictitation yielded little after the first moment of awakening. Stiffly, he began to move about, attempting to stretch his muscles. But as he tried to move, he began to realize that something was hampering his efforts.
As he came to he realized that he was strapped to the table that he'd seen, the cold stainless steel chilling against his back. And then the whole scene came before him again and he recalled the whipping. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he could see the brutal pulley and chains against the far wall, the links of the chain glistening back what light it could reflect from the crack of the door.
As he tried to pull up, he winced in pain, his back practically sticking to the steel table. But he was strapped down tightly, and there would be no use in trying to get up. At least they could have tied him face-down, he grumbled, feeling the fresh wounds on his back, buttocks and legs. The smell of alcohol made him surmise that someone had probably bathed off his wounds recently, but it had done little to soothe the burning pain that vied with the aching in his strained shoulders for dominance.
He heard the sound of feet clicking down the stairs, the noise ricocheting off the bare walls. Then he heard a fumbling at the heavy door, saw the shadows of feet cut through the only light source, heard the rattle of the keys. Then the door swung open suddenly and the light clicked on, the intensity of the sudden flash too bright for his eyes to bear.
The person walked over slowly, and he was able to squint open his eyes to see that it was Laura. She was wearing only a garterbelt of a light tan material that fastened to dark finemeshed hose that accented her long, alluring legs. She had on high-heeled red pumps. Her pendulous breasts swung free and her blonde hair cascaded down towards them. From the flush on her face, it looked like she'd been recently participating in sex.
"How do you feel?" she asked with more concern than she'd displayed to this point.
"Alright, I guess," he told her. "It still hurts."
"She was a little rough on you," she conceded, leaning with one hand on the table. "I tried to clean off the wounds, but it wasn't easy. She insisted that you be strapped onto your back anyway... I guess as a sort of reminder to watch it in the future."
"How long have I been here?"
"Since yesterday," she shrugged. "Anyway she had to go off and take care of some business... had to use a phone or something. She's getting pretty antsy about not hearing anything from your mother or your grandfather or something, so she left us in charge."
Peter was a little surprised at the open manner in which the girl was speaking, almost as if she were growing tired of the whole gameplan. Still, he was cautious, the pain in his back being a result of the last time he thought the captors were letting their guards down.
"Poor, poor baby," she pouted, running a hand over his head sympathetically. "She said I could bring you upstairs if you came around. You must be getting hungry."
Actually, food was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment, but he'd give anything to be away from this cold dungeon, so he nodded in agreement, still somewhat amazed at the girl's sudden candor. He supposed that she was letting her guard down a bit now that the boss lady was out, but he still didn't trust her all that much.
"You went to college didn't you?" she said, trying to make idle conversation.
"Harvard," he replied blankly, realizing that the fall term would be starting pretty soon and wondering if he'd be there to join his classmates.
"I went to college once," she went on wistfully. "Nothing fancy like Harvard though. Just a small junior college out on the West Coast-Los Angeles. Edgar College. Ever heard of it?"
He shook his head negatively.
"It doesn't matter," she continued, shifting her weight so that her breasts jiggled seductively. "- Nobody's ever heard of it."
She caught herself, a shock passing over her beautiful features. She'd said too much. "Listen, forget I ever told you that... ah... actually I just made that up. You know that we're all using fictitious names."
But from the way he looked at her, she knew that he'd seen through her slip.
"Don't worry," he tried to reassure her, hoping that she wouldn't snap back into her militant role. "I'll never say anything... if I ever get out of this."
"I sure hope you do, kiddo," she smiled. "I really don't know what the hell's up. Julia's all uptight about the way everything's been going. I'm not even sure what she plans to do with you."
The reality of the possibility chilled Peter. Even though he was strangely attracted to the domination of the silver-haired woman, the episode that occurred yesterday had scared him, making him wonder if the woman had all her marbles. The brutal whipping had only brought fear to him and impressed upon him the true gravity of the situation. But here was a weak link, he deduced, unless this girl was a better actress than he'd been able to detect.
He still didn't want to press her too far though, for he realized that she was involved in the whole thing up to her pretty neck. Even those big boobs wouldn't keep her afloat if their plan backfired. Even though she had been the least hostile towards him, he feared her strength. And although she might be somewhat a mush-heart, he knew that if the chips came down to it, she'd be scrambling to save her own neck first, like anybody with any intelligence at all would do.
But aside from the bravado she'd shown during the capture and occasional displays to impress Julia, Laura had only acted under orders, the good soldier. There was something about her that kept her from being as cruel at Julia... or Yolanda for that matter, who seemed to delight in punishing him even when Julia wasn't around. Oh, she could get into spanking games, but she liked sex in other ways, he felt. Just looking at her, he felt a rekindling of a sexual desire he hadn't felt since the first night at this hideaway, one that didn't involve the kinky games that he'd grown to want. He wondered if straight sex would still be enjoyable to him as he gazed at her lush boobs.
"How'd you get involved in this... I mean, not all the details, I know you can't tell me that. I just wondered why you'd go to such a risk."
"Desperation, what else?" She shrugged her shoulders and gave a pitiful smile. "I knew Anita in college, and I got hard up and came here when my marriage broke up. Mot up with Anita again, and she clued me in on the job. I need the bread, and Anita's been working for Julia. This thing comes up and I hassle my mind about, then finally have to go with it. I got stuck with all the debts from my ex's Karate Studio when he split, and I need the bread, that simple... oh, shit, I'm talking too fucking much. If Julia ever found out, she'd kill me for sure."
"She won't," Peter winked, surprised that he could feel compassion for a captor.
That's why she was so aggressive whenever Julia was around-she had to prove herself. She went on to tell him that she didn't know Yolanda that well, but that she'd been working for Julia some time, in just what capacity she thought best not to tell him.
"I wonder about her," she confided in a whisper, looking around to make sure the walls weren't bugged. "She seems to get as big a kick out of the torture stuff as Julia. Shit, if I'd have known it was going to turn out this way, I probably wouldn't have gotten into this in the first place. But Julia wanted girls who knew the martial arts, and she's paying well enough for it."
"What about Anita?" he pressed her.
"She's okay... but she always has gone in for the kinkier aspects of sex. She's the one who turned me onto girl-girl sex. But mostly she's in this for the money just the same as me."
She again felt that she'd gone too far, but Peter reassured her that he wouldn't bring it up as it would be foolish for both their sakes. But he did feel closer to the tall blonde at this point.
"So you don't go in for the torture bit?" he smiled, trying to change the subject.
"Oh, I don't know," she cooed playfully, running a long fingernail over his bare stomach, sending strong messages to his brain. "How's this for a torture? A guy, completely jaybird naked is strapped to a table laying on his back. He can't move, he's totally helpless. And a tall, sexy blonde tortures him out of his mind by giving him head."
Peter got the point, feeling a surge of blood flow to his cock in anticipation of a nice surprise.
"But you've got to promise not to say anything," she said seriously. "You're not supposed to get off under any circumstances-Julia would be so pissed! But I feel kind of sorry for you going without sex all week. Especially after you get so worked up. It must drive you out of your mind. And I've just been working out with Anita and Yo. Well girls are great, but I like to get it on with a guy every now and again just to keep me straight. So long as you don't say anything."
He nodded an eager agreement, then lay back and waited for the torture to begin as there was noplace else for him to go anyway.
She bent over the table, her long blonde hair spreading out across his thighs and began kissing him all around the tender pubic area, causing his hairs to stand on end. As he watched her, he felt sort of sorry that he was tied down like this as he would have loved to get his hands on those ripe melons of hers, the nipples now growing under the excitement of performing the duty, resembling the shape of a cigar ash, round plateaus that were flat on the crown, reddish-brown in color and just begging to be sucked upon.
But maybe he'd get that chance later, he decided, realizing that he was enjoying these bound ministrations just the same. His cock had loaded up with pulsating blood upon feeling the soft kisses Laura was bestowing upon his crotch, and he was somewhat relieved to realize that he could still be turned on in this manner.
"Oh wow," he found himself saying when her lush lips touched his prickhead, but she silenced him by motioning towards the ceiling with her eyes, indicating that it wouldn't be too good a thing if the other girls overheard them.
He bit his lips, sucking them inside his mouth, making the best silent appreciations of her efforts as he could manage. As he felt the heat once again pounding in his loins, he smiled down at the blonde as she munched his stabber into her sloppy mouth and munched merrily on it, then blew, then sucked, her hands playing with his sackful of nuts and the base of his cock.
It had been a long time since he'd come, and he felt the temperature rising fast. After all, he'd been worked up so many times to near completion this past week, then left hanging high and dry. No wonder he'd probably be coming fast. But he didn't want to blow it all that quickly, so he began trying to disassociate himself from the present, letting a string of long forgotten batting averages run through his head. This attempt was short lived, however, for Laura's slurping mouth was not to be ignored.
She really got off to giving the head, so long it had been since she'd polished one off. Her head bobbed up and down furiously as she bent over him, and she ran one of her hands down to her furry grotto and began rubbing herself off, the other still gripping his cock in a chokehold.
The swelling and pounding in his guts couldn't be denied and he moved himself as much as possible on the table, his sore back reminding him of yesterday. But Laura's lapping mouth overcame even that, as she slurped and snorted, her hand still rubbing furiously at her clit. It was a good thing that she was all sopped up down there or else the friction might have started a forest fire.
Finally, Peter stiffened, his teeth clenched tight to stifle his groans, and he let lose a great gusher of come that exploded off her tonsils. But this only egged her on as she pounded at the base of his pud with her hand, and bobbed her head up and down the slippery slide, swallowing as fast as she could, a thick trickle of his white juice running out of the corner of her mouth in spite of her efforts.
She sucked him dry, until his prick began to soften, and she finally reached her big 0, her knees buckling under her as her hand rubbed her clitty. She let out a small squeal as she came that was muffled by his cock.
"Laura," came a sharp call from the top of the stairs. "Laura."
They'd made it just in time. Shocked into reality, Laura wiped her mouth. "Coming right up... he just came around."
She quickly unbuckled the leather straps and he rose painfully off the table, his back peeling off the stainless steel surface. It was great to have come, but the idea of going back to the zoo upstairs rendered his pleasure short-lived. He winced as he swung his legs over the edge to the floor, rotating his shoulders to ward off the deep ache that had settled there.
"Poor thing," Laura cooed as she looked over his welted back. "At least they've closed."
Peter was glad he didn't have to look at his back. If it looked half as bad as it felt, it would be a wonder if there was still any skin on it. He looked around for his clothes, but Laura informed him that Julia wanted him kept nude for the time being, hiding his clothes away so he wouldn't get any ideas of trying to run off.
"Shit," he smiled. "She thinks that would stop me. I could just say I was streaking. A striped streaker," he smiled reaching around to finger the weals on his back.
"Just don't let on like anything happened," she reminded him as he slipped to the floor. "Oh, I almost forgot." She went over by the door and picked up a leather collar of black, similar to that a dog would wear. It was attached to a thin chain leash.
"You're supposed to wear this from now on," Laura shrugged apologetically.
"She sure is hung up on leather and chains," Peter commented, allowing her to put the symbol of this stage of his bondage on. He didn't much relish the idea of going back into the subservience after having had a taste of relatively free-form lovemaking so recently. He felt foolish as Laura led him up the stairs, but remembered to play the proper role, not wanting to tip the others off.
"Oooooo, lookie at the nice doggie," Anita teased when he was led into the living room.
The circus was on once again. Anita and Yolanda had been playing some games of their own, from what it looked like, reaffirming Laura's hints about them. Anita, her whippy chocolate body, covered with oil that made it shine was wearing hip-high white vinyl boots that contrasted perfectly with her skin, and caused Peter to lust inwardly. She had a belt made out of the same white vinyl strapped around her waist. She had a black leather belt in her right hand, that slapped lightly against her thigh menacingly, as Laura pulled him over to be closer to the other girls. He noted that the thick belt was studded with metal brads, and he hoped that the ominous-looking weapon wouldn't be used on his so recently whipped hide.
Yolanda was wearing her black boots, stockings and garterbelt and nothing more. She got up and went around to check out his wounds and Anita followed suit.
"That's no doggy," Yolanda laughed, her sharp teeth flashing, "that's a zebra. Just check out those stripes."
"Oooo, mon. You're right," the black girl agreed, walking around him to check the damages.
He tried to avoid Laura's eyes, ashamed that she was seeing him in this role. He noted with surprise that Yoland's high-cheeked ass was reddened and discolored, some slight blue dots pebbling the red. He guessed correctly that this was a result of the wicked-looking belt that Anita held, and he hoped she wouldn't get any ideas. So Yolanda liked getting it as well as dishing it out? He wondered silently what kind of games she and Julia played.
"Hey," Anita announced in her sing-song dialect. "Julia missed some spots on this here boy. I guess I'd better touch him up."
He started to protest, but thought better of it when Anita took the leash from Laura and gave it a sharp tug, causing him to tumble to the carpet.
"Now you crawl over here like a good doggy and take good care of Miss Yolanda, you hear? She just had a hurting put on her and you've got to make her feel all better."
The strange thing, Peter realized as he crawled towards the redhead, was that the same feeling of helpless ecstasy was growing within him again. Just what flicked this switch on he couldn't tell, but even though his conscious mind might rebel against it whenever he wasn't in the situation, the presentation of the same domination clicked it back on. It seemed to operate on an even deeper level than his normal sexual libido... it was all too confusing.
Yolanda had seated herself on a low footstool in front of the fireplace, spreading her legs wide so that he could service her orally. Anita stood over him as he crawled up to the waiting snatch that was sheltered with dark auburn short and curlies, the black threatening him with that terrible looking belt.
As he came face-to-pussy with Yolanda, Anita gave him a sharp slap on the ass with the belt, reigniting the fires in his tortured buttocks, but this didn't take away from the thundering sensation he felt growing in his loins. As he dipped his lips into the furry patch, Anita gave him a lighter thwack, slackening off with the chain so his head could be free to service Yolanda. But even the light flicks hurt as the studs bit into his flesh, ripping at the tender weals raised by Julia's whip the previous day.
Luckily, Anita only gave him a few more token lashes as he buried his nose into the damp, wriggling forest of Yolanda's snatch and ran his tongue deep into her dripping gash. As he went about the task, he realized that he could get a sexual thrill out of domination from someone other than Julia, but he didn't have much time to reflect on it as he busily licked away at the hot twat.
His prick was stiff as a board as he munched hungrily at the twisting gorge, pacing himself between the tiny pink clit and the pussy itself. As she reached her mark, Yolanda beat on his shoulders, Anita giving him another sharp whack with her belt. His only regret, one that he was growing used to, was that nobody returned the favor, and his cock throbbed untouched between his legs. Maybe all that with Laura had only been a dream.