Fettered Frolic

Chapter One-3

There was a moment of silence while this sank into our consciousness, then Mark went over beside Debby "You look so beautiful when you are chained and helpless." He caressed her raven hair. His voice was husky with fleshly desire. "I’ll enjoy what I’m going to do with your body, Debby. I promise you will too...eventually.”

David drew his fingers softly across my cheek and lips. "And you look lovely, too, my pretty captive.” He bent over and whispered in my ear, his breath hot and damp. “I have you trapped, just the way I want you. I am the spider, and you are my lovely, glittering insect. My lust will feed on your beauty until the beast inside me bursts out of his cage and consumes you with love; and you will be more delicious to me than the sweetest lamb ever was to the hungriest wolf."

Mark went over to the cabinet against the wall behind Debby. He opened a door and removed something small and shiny from a shelf. He walked back to our table and handed it to David.

“Oh, s**t!,” I gasped. It was a razor blade. “No, David... no, no, please don’t do it!" I moaned. Debby was crying.

“Traci," David said, "relax. It’s all right. We are not going to hurt you; at least not with this."

Mark was trying to calm Debby. I held my breath and closed my eyes. David touched me, and I felt the movement of his fingers between my breasts.

No pain. What’s he doing?

I risked opening one eye. He was slicing off the buttons from my blouse. They dropped into my lap, one by one, then fell to the floor like pearl tears. David handed the razor back to Mark, and Debby’s blouse was denuded of its buttons. Our outstretched arms were pulling our button-less blouses open, making our barely covered bra-less breasts a delicious target for their hands and nipping teeth. It will take a long time for my pounding heart to settle down, if it ever would.

***

We had finished eating and the masked Consenta had cleared away the dishes. Mark stood up, his face shadowed darkly in the flickering candlelight.

"I’ll turn off the air-conditioning and adjust the warmth so Dave and I can take off our shirts and loosen our belts." He grinned suggestively, "Then we can all be more comfortable." He went to the door, unlocked it with the combination, and went out, locking the door behind him. He was very careful.

They’ve probably done this many times, with lots of other girls.

By the time he returned, the air was warming.

Mark and David went over to the row of hooks in the wall and removed their shirts. Consenta hung them next to their jackets. Their bare chests and arms were magnificently muscled!

They must work out every day.

Then they slipped off their shoes and socks and Consenta placed them neatly against the wall next to ours. Mark and David stood a moment by the wall, whispering and glancing at us while Debby and I felt our hearts pounding. They were both grinning as they unbuckled their belts and removed them. Even in the near-darkness, Debby and I could see the swelling tent in the crotch of their trousers.

It’s going to happen now...

I felt my skin tingle and flush with the warmth and anticipation of their s****l aggression.

Mark went to one sidewall, David to the other. They were lighting candles in the wall sconces, giving just enough light to be romantic.

If only this room didn’t look so...intimidating.

They walked back to us, smiling like cats which had caught the canaries. David bent over behind me, his breath caressing my neck, his cologne spinning in my mind. "Well Traci, did you enjoy our dinner?" He reached around for my shivering breasts and cupped them in his hands through the silky fabric of my blouse. His male touch on my captive body brought a lump in my throat, and I struggled to speak. My voice was a hoarse squeak. "Yes, David. it was...was... Oh, David, so wonderful," I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. My breath gasped with carnal need.

Mark stood behind Debby, his quivering hands inching across her shoulders, burrowing down and under her collar. They slowly moved down, separating her button-less blouse, slowly exposing her surging breasts. His fingertips slid under their twin orbs, circling in tiny orbits, undulating her femininity in a slow-dance of arousal. Watching his hands tampering with Debby’s defenseless breasts had me panting with desire.

"Are you ready for dessert?" Mark whispered in her ear.

"Y-yes, Mark." Her husky whisper wavered with panic and anticipation.

David’s mouth moved across my cheek, his breath burning my earlobe. "And you, Traci. Are you ready for the main event?"

The answer stuck in my throat. I could only turn my frightened eyes toward his.

Consenta blew out the candles on the table and removed them. She came back and removed the men’s chairs, setting them against the wall by the hooks. David nodded to Mark and they moved to opposite ends of the table of which they lifted and carried away, putting it down over against the far wall.

David opened one of the doors in the cabinet and took two shiny things out and handed one to Mark. They hid whatever it was behind them as they walked slowly back and stood between us smiling, their arms held behind them. David moved first. I started as he reached for me, gripping my arm as Consenta rubbed an alcohol soaked cotton ball on my upper arm, then on Debby’s. David and Mark were holding hypodermic syringes filled with a golden amber liquid.

"No-o-o-o," Debby screamed, "not that! Please don’t make us drug addicts!" Mark gripped her arm tighter and plunged the needle into her. She screamed again and thrashed in her chair.

Consenta tried to calm her. "Seniorita Debby, it is OK, it is not drugs. It is an aphrodisiac. It will not hurt you, it is safe!"

David had my arm in his iron grip. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut. It hurt. I could feel whatever was in the hypodermic squirting into my muscle, violating the purity of my body. His fingertips dragged slowly along my extended arm, testing my helplessness. I couldn’t help myself, I had to look. He was pulling the needle out of my skin. His voice penetrated through the pink gauze in my brain. "It’s a natural stimulant, not a chemical drug. We do not drug our girls. It contains only biological extracts; powerful, but harmless. It will keep you awake even better than coffee so we can play our exotic s****l games with you all night. It also contains a s*x hormone that makes your breasts, buttocks, and p***y acutely sensitive. Your skin will feel every touch, every stroke, every caress with excruciating ecstasy." Consenta handed a third hypodermic to Mark and held out her sleeveless arm. He injected it into her. David and Mark handed the three hypodermics back to Consenta and she returned them to the cabinet. Debby was sniffling, wiping her nose on her shoulder.

Mark now turned so he was standing between us, grinning wickedly with his fists on his hips. "Would you girls like to stand up and...stretch?" He emphasized the last word.

We just sat there, looking at him silently, not sure what we should say. He turned to Consenta and nodded. She handed David a device like a TV remote. He aimed it at us and pressed a button. I felt a rude tug on my wrists. The poles were rising out of the floor, lifting Debby and me from our chairs. We were forced to rise until we were standing on our toes, our wide-spread legs fighting for balance.

“What’s happening, what are you doing to us?" Debby cried. The poles continued moving upward toward the high ceiling, the chain of the cuffs playing out in measured tension until our arms were spread upward in a shallow Vee above us. David pressed another button and the pipes stopped rising.

"Surprise, girls." Mark said. "We wanted your lovely bodies displayed in a better position to play with." His eyes had changed; they narrowed and burned with fiendish s****l domination.

Consenta removed our chairs from under us and placed them in front of our bodies for David and Mark to sit on. Facing us. She stared at my body, giggling and rubbing her buttocks. She circled around behind me, stalking me like a predator with a lewd hunger smoking in her large brown eyes.

I tried again to swallow that lump of panic in my throat and glanced at David. His smile was gone, his jaw set in an expression of a male god demanding a female sacrifice.

Tears still ebbed from Debby’s eyes, dripping on her quivering blouse as her spread-eagled body struggled to escape.

David moved behind me and pressed himself against my back and ass. He reached around and began stroking my throbbing belly. "Now it’s time for our secret games to get intense."

Mark seized Consenta who was behind me. I tried to turn my head far enough to see them. He was doing something to her wrists and ankles. David put his hand on my cheek and forced my head back to the front, "Don’t look at them" he said.

When Mark returned to Debby, David moved around in front of me. Mark nodded and David reached out and grabbed my blouse. His powerful hands began to slowly tear it to shreds, pulling it off my body. Strips of wounded cloth tore away, abandoning my breasts and fluttering to the floor. I could hear Mark savaging the fabric of Debby’s blouse, too.

Consenta swaggered back in front of us with a smirk of triumph. She bent over and picked up the torn fragments on the cement floor. I gasped when I saw that she had discarded her maid’s uniform and was naked except for her feathered mask, and her stiletto heels. She was now wearing a wide leather collar around her neck, and a very short silver chain linking her wrist cuffs together. Another short chain stretched between her ankles. She flashed her wicked grin at me and lifted her wrists to show me her chain, snapping it taut to make sure I understood that she enjoyed her s****l slavery. Dainty gold rings gleamed on her n*****s.

Our blouses were gone, and the tender flesh of our defenseless breasts stood out in plain view. Mark and David stared at them, nostrils flaring to drink in our perspiring bodies’ spicy scent of fear. David sat down slowly in front of me, his face only a few inches from my breasts. They surged up and toward his mouth with the pumping of my lungs. He stared at them, silent except for the heavy rhythm of his breathing. His hot breath spilled against my skin, awakening the velvet torment of the itching in my n*****s.

Oh-h-h-h, ple-e-ease, David, I wished, touch me—touch me!. He put his hands on my hips, and I started at the touch, making my breasts bounce. I thought I was losing my mind. I was terrified by what he might do to me...but if he didn’t do it to me I would go crazy with disappointment!

David whispered to my breasts; softly, almost like a pagan prayer of adoration. "So firm, so lovely, so perfectly shaped, so unblemished. No one has abused them before me." He lifted his gaze to my face. "Oh, Traci, you are such a wonderful treasure.”

I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. The whispered hoarseness of my voice surprised me. "Oh, David...do it! Do all the terrible things you want to do to my body that gives you pleasure. Just don’t make me wait. Please don’t make me wait. I’m scared...I can’t stand it hanging here, enduring the torment of waiting, imagining all the horrible things you might do to me.”

David stood up and took my head in his hands, tilting my face back level. "Look at me."

I opened my eyes. He was looking directly into them.

"You walked into this room of your own free will, knowing you would be imprisoned, stripped naked and used sexually. Now Mark and I will make you pay the harrowing price every beautiful girl pays who we lure into our prison. We will do depraved things with your bodies-all the things we promised both of you-and more. Much more!