The Invitation (6 page)

Instantly she
was mortified she had nearly come so easily and so quickly in his
mouth.

She wriggled
under his grip, trying to close her legs but he wouldn’t let her.
His lips and chin glistened with her arousal and as he spoke he
massaged her buttocks, spreading her cunt even wider.

“I did promise
at the interview I wouldn’t put my cock inside you, but that my
darling can wait until next time. I may not physically fuck you
this time, but trust me, you are going to feel more fucked at the
end of this than you have ever felt in your life.”

Conceited
bastard,
she thought.
There was no way she was going to go
through all of this again. No way on God’s earth…

She gasped when
one of his hands let go of her arse and moved round so that his
thumb was firmly and directly massaging her clit.

The sparking
pleasure from the too direct pressure bordered on painful. In fact,
the longer it went on, the more painful it became.

She squirmed
and groaned, trying to wriggle away from his touch.

But he was
relentless.

“Come for me.
Pinch your nipples, look me in the eye and come.”

She found the
request obscene.

Yet she was
unable to prevent her hands from seeking out her breasts. The pain
shooting between her legs clenched in her lower abdomen. Pain that
was now inexplicably mixed with intense pleasure. Pleasure and pain
collided, twisting and tumbling in her lower guts until she was
writhing and arching her back on the chaise lounge.

Without
warning, a short, sharp but fierce orgasm crashed over her, rolling
her eyes back in their sockets.

It was only
when she was finished did she realise that she was tweaking her
nipples between her thumb and fingers.

She dropped her
hands to her sides in disgust, panting hard. Jasper’s gaze bore
into her and she lowered her eyes, blushing furiously.

Now the orgasm
had abated she was aware of the two women grunting on the floor.
They were a tangle of sweaty limbs, seemingly oblivious to their
surroundings.

“Up,” Jasper
barked, getting to his feet himself. “Time to give Nancy a good
beating.”

Nancy’s blood
ran cold. Surely she hadn’t heard right. Yes, the two women had
previously been holding the whip and the cane, but somehow the
reality of her situation hadn’t sunk in to this moment.

“No,” she
croaked in a hoarse voice as the two women got to their feet.
“Please.”

“Do you want to
do this or not?”

Nancy’s mind
whirred in confusion. She was scared, terrified in fact.

So then why was
her pussy
still
wet?

“Please,” she
whispered, sitting upright.

“What are you
pleading for? Are you pleading to be hurt?”

Tears sprang
into her eyes at the torrent of desire his words unleashed within
her. She figured she was in shock, that she was out of her mind
with terror.

So then why is
your God damn pussy pulsing it’s so wet..?

She let out a
strangled sob, horrified at the nasty little whisper in her
head.

The women
picked up their weapons and walked over to her.

“I’ll take your
silence as an invitation to continue. But you do have a safeword,
and it is briefcase. Just remember that the safeword will end the
game completely and you walk away with nothing. Do I make myself
clear?”

“Can we beat
the bitch now?” the redhead asked impatiently.

“Shut up!”
Jasper shouted, then quietly to Nancy: “So do you want to play or
not?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. And
do you understand the rules?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s
play. Stand up and bend over at the waist. You may steady yourself
on the back of the chaise lounge.”

Nancy shakily
got to her feet and bent over as instructed.

Abigail, who
was holding the cane immediately brought it down onto her buttocks
with an almighty
thwack!

Nancy screamed
when the bamboo rod connected with her tender buttocks. The sharp
pain shot through her body as surely as an electric shock and her
knees buckled.

She managed to
keep herself upright, her chest hitching with her quiet but
uncontrollable sobbing.

“Just once
more,” Jasper ordered.

She could hear
that his voice was heavy with arousal.

She flinched
rigid when she heard the whoosh of the cane slicing through the
air. For the second time she screamed out loud, howling in pain
that brought with it toe curling humiliation.

This time her
legs did buckle, and she ungainly crumpled over the back of the
chaise lounge, her tits and arms hanging down the other side of the
backrest.

Every muscle in
her body trembled and her buttocks stung and throbbed.

She hadn’t
heard Jasper come up behind her and she jumped when he slipped his
fingers between her legs.

“Wet. Soaking
fucking wet. I knew I was right about you.”

His touch made
her shudder and she realised that her clitoris was positively
singing in need when he gently touched her there. His finger skated
over her wetness and her humiliation was complete.

He finger
fucked her for a moment, then smeared his wet fingers up to her
arsehole. She stiffened when she felt the tip of a finger pushing
at the tightly puckered entrance of her anus. It slipped in up to
the first knuckle and she cried out, not in pain, but in soul
destroying embarrassment. She tried to stand up but he easily
pushed her back down again.

“Please,” she
whimpered.

But not even
she knew what she was pleading for. His finger was only inside her
rectum the smallest amount and he jiggled it around inside her. It
felt alien and very, very dirty to have something in her arse and
she squirmed and writhed uselessly. His other hand snaked around
her front and found her clit and massaged it hard. Another finger
slipped inside her vagina, leaving her panting and helpless in his
grip. Her arse cheeks brushed painfully against his suit and she
yelped.

But amazingly
she felt she felt she was close to cumming again.

Jasper laughed
and let go of her. She flopped over the backrest, panting and
sobbing.

Lie on your
back on the chaise lounge, just like you were before,” he said
huskily.

She sat down
gingerly, crying out when her buttocks connected with the soft
upholstery. She lay back, unable to get comfortable with anything
touching her sore arse cheeks.

But
inexplicably the pain in her backside throbbed in tandem with the
horny pulsing of her pussy.

“Now things are
going to get
really
interesting. Jennifer, I want you to
whip her tits. Gently to start with, until she gets the taste for
it.”

Jennifer
smirked nastily. “My pleasure.”

Nancy recoiled
in horror.

But she did not
get up or use the safeword. She watched mesmerised as Jennifer
towered over, brandishing the whip like a born dominatrix.

Nancy inhaled
sharply when without further warning the whip snapped against her
breasts. It connected with her soft flesh with the lightest
crack,
hard enough to leave a red line in its wake, but not
hard enough for that line to be raised.

She stared down
at her heaving chest, at the red line an inch or so above her left
nipple. Her tit stung in a high, sharp pain; a pain that made her
toes curl and her pussy ache.

“Again,” Jasper
breathed.

Once again the
whip came down, harder this time. Her other breast sung out in
pain, the bite of the whip leaving a new, angry red line on her
flawless white breast.

“Three
more.”

Jennifer obeyed
Jasper’s command with obvious glee. Three more times the whip
sliced into her soft flesh, leaving her panting and thrashing and
her head.

Nancy had never
felt anything like it, her breasts were buzzing with pain, her skin
was tingling and tender.

Yet it felt so
good. Her skin crawled and throbbed, the pain was muddled with
pleasure, the murky crossover where she couldn’t tell one from the
other.

The thrashing
stopped and Nancy moaned in hurt relief mixed with
disappointment.

When she looked
to her side the prostitute was standing next to her. Her heart
stopped beating then resumed at twice normal speed when she saw
what she was holding. It was the same black dildo the two women had
used on each other earlier.

Jasper nodded
imperceptibly and the prostitute kneeled between her open legs,
positioning the dildo at the entrance to her pussy.

The thing
pushed into her wet hole and she gasped and arched her back. It
felt too good and she sobbed in horny debasement as the toy
stretched her wide. Her insides throbbed and tingled and it felt as
if her vaginal walls were in danger of splitting open.

She looked down
at herself over her heaving tits marred by the red crisscross
patterns and at the black cylinder sticking out of her cunt.

Then the
prostitute really began to pump it. She rammed it in and out of her
at speed and Nancy gripped hold of the sides of the chaise lounge
to steady herself against the vigorous thrusting.

Jasper reached
down and lightly traced his fingertips over the red lines that were
settling into welts.

“Beautiful,” he
murmured. “I knew I was right about you. You are the ultimate pain
junkie.”

Nancy didn’t
understand his words, not really. She was too busy concentrating on
getting fucked by the woman with the dildo.

Jasper’s hands
clamped more firmly onto her tits and he crouched down to kiss her
square on the mouth.

Nancy gasped in
surprise at the unexpected wet kiss. His tongue darted between her
parted lips, tickling and probing. Instinctively, without even
realising she was doing it, her hands snaked up and tangled in his
glossy dark hair, pulling him in closer.

He groaned into
her mouth, his tongue pushing in deeper.

And then there
was an empty place where his deliciously warm, wet mouth had just
been. Nancy wondered why he looked suddenly angry, but she didn’t
have time to ponder on it for long.

“Abigail,
Jennifer, get over here. Abigail, sit on her face. Jennifer, I want
you to nipple clamp her.”

Nancy’s head
spun with the new set of instructions. Nipple clamps? A woman’s
cunt on her face? She wasn’t gay, there was no way she could
actually eat out pussy.

“Please, I
can’t…” she started to protest, but it was too late, the wheels
were already set in motion.

Abigail kneeled
on the chaise lounge, straddling her head. One knee rested by her
shoulders and her other foot supported her weight on the floor. Her
opened cunt loomed into view, pink, wet and glistening.

Nancy let out a
small squeal of protest before the cunt pressed smearily into her
face, effectively suffocating her.

She pushed at
the woman’s hips but someone grabbed her wrists and lifted her
hands above her head.

Her ears
started to ring and her head felt fuzzy and tight with the lack of
oxygen circulating to her brain.

“Stick your
tongue out bitch, fucking lick it,” a female voice drifted to her
from seemingly very far away.

The pussy
lifted slightly from her nose and Nancy sucked down air. She stuck
out her tongue, if anything it helped to keep the pussy slightly
away from her face.

The liquid that
pooled on her tongue and dripped down her chin tasted a little
musky with the slightest bitter under-tang. It wasn’t the taste of
it so much that made her recoil, but the fact of
what it
was.

Robotically she
circled the tip of her tongue over the slimy clit, and all the
while her own cunt was being stretched wide by the ever-thrusting
dildo.

Hands roughly
explored her breasts and she writhed uselessly with her arms
stretched above her head.

Something cold
and hard brushed against her nipples, then she felt biting pain.
She screamed into the cunt smothering her mouth, pain radiating out
from her nipples. She couldn’t see what was going on, but she knew
she had been clamped. There was a tugging sensation deep in her
breast tissue, and she felt her heavy breasts lifting skyward by
the nipples.

The thing
ramming her pussy picked up speed and she gasped at the
overwhelming physical onslaught to her body.

“Fuck, I’m
gonna come,” the redhead said above her.

Right on cue a
vicious tasting, watery fluid squirted into Nancy’s mouth from
beneath the clitoral hood, coating her tongue and hitting the back
of her throat. She gagged, but kept licking until Abigail was done
and dismounted her face.

Now Nancy had
an uninterrupted view down her body. Jennifer was holding a long,
thin chain, the end of which separated into two chains that were
attached to her nipples by what looked like small metal clothes
pegs.

The woman
tugged the chain and Nancy squealed.

“Please,” she
said, turning her head to look at Jasper who was the one holding
her arms above her head. “Please don’t do this.”

“Get the rest
of the toys,” Jasper said directly to the prostitute.

The prostitute
let go of the dildo and got to her feet. But the thing remained
planted inside of her, poking obscenely out of her snatch. Her cunt
felt strange and achy without the pounding action and she actually
missed it.

That is until
she caught herself doing so and mentally kicked herself in
disgust.

Jasper let go
of her arms and they fell to her sides, heavy and tingling. She
resisted the urge to pull off the nipple clamps and rested them
meekly at her side. Jasper took the woman’s place between her legs
and pulled the dildo out with a wet plop.

He positioned
it at her arsehole, the bulk of his body preventing her from
closing her legs.