Marie's Descent

Chapter One-2

“First rule,” blue-suit went on. “You only enter this room naked from now on. Got that?” He gave Cheryl’s p***y hair a tweak. She whimpered and nodded.

“Second rule.” He let go of Cheryl’s hair and pressed his thumb to her lips. After a moment of hesitation, she opened her mouth for him. He slid his thumb into her mouth.

“Whenever any of us is in this room with you, you get on your knees and wait for more instructions. Got that?”

Cheryl nodded as best she could and slowly sank to her knees on the old gym mat. Blue-suit kept his thumb in her mouth the whole time. “Good girl,” he smiled. He withdrew his thumb and began unzipping his pants. Cheryl looked from his face to his crotch and then back up again. Now she looked nervous. Definitely apprehensive, Marie thought.

“Third rule,” blue-suit went on. His voice had gone deeper and harsher. “You see a c**k out, you hold your mouth open for it. Got that?” He drew out his c**k. It looked fully as long and as thick as Cheryl had described it. In fact, Cheryl might have understated it. Right now, though, she seemed to be a bit less enamored of it. She drew back, still on her knees, staring at it as if she expected it to bite her. Blue-suit put his hand on her head and pulled her back towards him. He took his c**k in his other hand.

“Do you understand, b***h?” he bellowed, slapping her across her face with his c**k. Cheryl flinched, blinking. He slapped her again, and she flinched again with a tiny cry of dismay.

Okay, Marie thought to herself. Maybe something that big could actually hurt a little if you got slapped with it. She could clearly hear the meaty impact from her hiding place in the closet. And maybe Cheryl was reacting more to the implied threat than to the actual impact.

Blue-suit let go of both his c**k and Cheryl’s head. Cheryl sank back, her annoyingly round and firm rump resting on her annoyingly well-turned calves. Blue-suit put his hands on his hips and looked down at her. Cheryl licked her lips as she looked back up at him. Her eyes were wide and pleading. She opened her mouth wide. Still looking up, she slowly rose up on her knees until her lips touched the head of his c**k. She kept her eyes on his as her lips slid around the head. She paused. Blue-suit didn’t move. Neither did the other two men. It was very quiet and still for a long, long moment.

Cheryl broke the silence with a moan. She bent her head, taking the c**k deeper into her mouth. She began to suck, slowly and tentatively. Marie could hear sloppy little wet sounds. Now Cheryl slowly closed her eyes.

“You have to do better than that,” Blue-suit said. He put a hand on the back of Cheryl’s head. She opened her eyes and whimpered.

“Deeper, b***h,” he growled. He pulled her head towards him. Cheryl tried to pull back, coughing and gagging. Blue-suit wouldn’t let her go. She began squirming and whining, drooling around his c**k. He gripped her head in both hands, holding her in place. Cheryl’s whines and complaints grew louder and more high-pitched until it sounded as if she was going to pass out or throw up. When he let her go, she sagged back onto her haunches, coughing and gasping and sobbing. He let her recover for a moment as he unbuttoned his shirt. Then, without any urging or commands Cheryl rose up again and took his c**k in her mouth. She began sucking it noisily, taking him in almost as deeply as he had forced her to do before. He let her go at her own pace for a while. Then he put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her closer and held her there.

It had to be hitting the back of Cheryl’s throat now, Marie thought. She realized that she was leaning further and further forward to watch and drew back. The missing slat left only a narrow opening, but if she put her face too close to it she might be seen.

Cheryl coughed again. She made choking sounds. Marie could see that she was now drooling copiously. Blue-suit let her pull back a little, but kept his c**k deep in her mouth.

“I don’t think you’re really trying,” he said. Cheryl looked up at him and whimpered. She began sucking faster. Marie wondered if blue-suit wanted depth or speed. She saw him nod to brown-suit. Cheryl couldn’t see the younger man as he began removing his belt. Marie could see him, though, and she shuddered as she saw him double the belt in his hands and step up close behind Cheryl.

Cheryl’s frantic sucking slowed as she tried to catch her breath. Blue-suit nodded again and brown-suit brought the belt down across Cheryl’s taut, round ass with a sharp crack. Cheryl jerked and yelped around the thick c**k filling her mouth. She began sucking faster…and deeper.

She couldn’t keep it up. When her frantic sucking slowed down as she tried to catch her breath again. Brown-suit gave her other ass cheek a cruel, hard swat. Cheryl yowled, twisting and writhing as she tried to pull away, but blue-suit’s grip kept her head impaled on his c**k in spite of her desperate efforts. He held her in place until she had no more strength or breath to struggle. Then he abruptly let go. Cheryl sagged back, her eyes shut and her mouth open, gasping for air. Brown-suit whipped her ass again, not quite so hard this time. Cheryl took a last frantic breath and rose back up to take blue-suit’s c**k back into her mouth. Saliva dribbled out of her mouth, down her chin, which was gleaming with it in the lights now. Some of it dripped onto her breasts.

Blue-suit took her head in both hands again, stepping forward and pushing her back and down until her ass was back on her calves. Holding her head perfectly still, he began f*****g her mouth with slow, deliberate and powerful strokes. Cheryl grunted deeply with each one but didn’t struggle. Brown-suit gave her ass another whack anyway. Marie saw that Cheryl’s eyes were open now. She was still drooling.

Blue suit quickened his pace, and Cheryl began squirming, making tiny nasal noises of complaint. That earned her another, harder, whack on her ass. She gave a muffled yelp and quit struggling. Back in the closet, Marie found herself imagining how those deep, strong thrusts would feel between her legs and shook herself, trying to drive the thought away.

Now blue-suit began thrusting deeper with each stroke. He let out a loud groan and Cheryl whined as if in protest. Blue-suit ignored her, stabbing even deeper into Cheryl’s abused mouth…and halfway down her throat, it seemed to Marie. Cheryl convulsed and twitched and squirmed weakly as blue-suit groaned and groaned again. He held Cheryl in place for a long minute as her face darkened, still groaning. Marie suddenly realized what was happening: He was coming in Cheryl’s mouth. She shuddered, even as some part of her mind wondered what that felt like.

When blue-suit finally let go, Cheryl slumped and almost fell over. She coughed up a big gob of semen, mixed with her own saliva. It fell wetly onto her thigh. She huffed and panted and gasped until she’d regained her breath. Then she looked up at blue-suit. Her expression seemed to be a mix of shock and horror that he could have done such a thing to her. Blue-suit looked down at her and chuckled. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her closer. He wiped his c**k across her face. Cheryl spat at him, and he slapped her with his c**k again. He said something that Marie couldn’t quite catch. Cheryl shivered violently and began licking his c**k clean. Once he was satisfied with the job she’d done, blue-suit c**k-slapped her again and stepped away from her.

Cheryl had only a little time to try and catch her breath before another man stepped up. He had to be the one who had brought her in here earlier, but now he was completely naked. Marie wondered why she hadn’t seen him taking his clothes off and then realized that she’d been paying such close attention to Cheryl’s plight that she hadn’t really noticed anything else.

Cheryl groaned, but she opened her mouth for him. He seemed to be every bit as long as blue-suit, but not as thick or as heavy. He took Cheryl by her ears and began f*****g her mouth, so quickly and so forcefully that it looked like he was trying to brush her teeth with his c**k. Cheryl squirmed and whined and complained in his grip. None of it did her any good. He just kept going. When Cheryl’s struggles got too violent, brown-suit whipped her ass with his belt again and she’d quiet down for a while. After a while it was clear that she was trying hard not to struggle at all, but the naked man was going too fast and too deep to let her keep still. Marie could hear her desperate gasps and hopeless whines between her choking and coughing. Thick, milky liquid oozed down Cheryl’s chin to drip onto her breasts and thighs. Her hairdo was coming apart. Strands hung loosely down her back and across her face. The naked man spread his legs further apart to get more power behind his quick, hard thrusts. All Cheryl could do now, unless she wanted more whipping, was whine plaintively and try to hold still.

Marie wiped her chin with the back of her hand. She was salivating a little herself now as she tried to imagine how such rough treatment must feel. It was brutal, it was primitive, it was savage and uncaring. And Cheryl had set herself up for it. Had she even had a clue as to what they were going to do to her?

The naked man came with an explosive grunt…then another and another. Fluid erupted around his c**k and out of Cheryl’s mouth. Some of it splattered on him.

Once again, Cheryl had to lick a c**k clean. The naked man made her clean up the splatters as well. He twisted his fingers into her hair to hold her to her work. By the time she was done, Cheryl’s hairdo was a train wreck. When the naked man let go of her, she almost fell forward onto her face on the mat. Brown-suit kept that from happening by grabbing her hair himself. Now it was his turn.

Cheryl licked her lips, coughing and gasping and sobbing. Brown-suit let her recover as best she could while he unbelted, unzipped and dropped his pants one-handed. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Cheryl looked up at him pleadingly, even as she opened her mouth wide for him. He didn’t thrust himself into her, though. Instead, he waited for her to take him in. Cheryl gave one last sob, rose up on her knees, and swallowed him.

While brown-suit never let go of Cheryl’s hair, he didn’t force her at all. He let her do all the work, and Cheryl seemed pathetically grateful for that. Occasionally he would give her head a shake and speak some short command that Marie couldn’t quite understand. She could guess what he’d said, though, when Cheryl quickened her pace or took him deeper into her mouth. She seemed eager to please now, especially after the violent brutality of the first two men. Marie guessed that sucking c**k was one of the things that they were going to ‘train’ Cheryl to do. She shivered delicately as she thought of all the other things that they might ‘train’ her to do. She’d seen a number of porn videos over the years. The scene here down below reminded her of some of the nastier Japanese ones, except that there was no digital blurring and she could see everything with perfect clarity.

When brown-suit was close to coming, he took Cheryl’s head in both hands and began thrusting and groaning. Cheryl squeaked and squealed and submitted. At the climax, Marie saw that his c**k was all the way into Cheryl’s mouth, his balls up against her slick, wet chin. Cheryl squalled briefly through her nose. Marie could see her swallowing desperately. This time, nothing escaped out of her mouth. Marie could see Cheryl’s hands, still bound tightly behind her, the fingers extended, claw-like and twitching.