Fettered Frolic

Chapter One-4

"We will make your bodies perform s****l struggles which your minds cannot control. You will be dragged down into the dark chamber of your mind where your most savage nightmares are born. We will compel you to release a flood of raw lust throbbing in your bellies. We will force you to consummate s*x acts which will repeatedly trigger flaming eruptions of savage orgasms you could never experience outside this place."

Mark turned around and called to Consenta. "Now you can get rid of the last barrier to our lust."

She produced a pair of scissors and made swift work of cutting our skirts apart from waist to hem. Mark and David held our skirts up while Consenta unzipped their flies, while holding up their pants momentarily.

“Ready?" Mark asked Consenta.

"Si, Master." Her eyes sparkled with feral lust as she squirmed in rapture. "Uno, dos, tres, Bombs away!"

Our skirts dropped to the floor in perfect synchronization with the men’s pants. I stared in helpless fascination at the glorious throbbing flesh of David’s erect p***s.

Consenta squealed with lewd delight at the sight of our five naked bodies. She pranced over to me and printed her warm, naked belly against mine, rubbing her wiry pubic hair against my spread-open crotch. "I am bisexual, Seniorita Traci. I am going to do s*x with you and Senorita Debby." She giggled and did a little dance on the balls of her dainty feet.

“Well, I’m not!" I said, gasping in my embarrassment, and struggling to escape her touch.

Consenta wrapped her arms around my waist and forced me tight against her. "Oh, yes, pretty girl Traci, I will force you to be bisexual with me, Seniorita. I will force you to feel my body molesting yours." She stroked her fingers down my ass and between my crack. "You and I will make much love together." She released me, seized my pubic hair and yanked hard.

"0w! Don’t! Ow!"

Consenta giggled and dragged a finger across my lips. "Master David promised he would let me force you to be bisexual with me When he and Master Mark are finished with you tonight. You will kiss my p***y and your tongue will make me c*m. Master David and Master Mark have ways of making girls do everything we tell them to." She turned to show off her buttocks—they were laced with a dozen purple stripes where she had been whipped.

"Oh, Traci," Debby’s voice quivered with dread, "what are they going to make us do?"

My trembling voice matched hers. "I’m afraid we’re going to find out it’s a lot more than we want to."