The Invitation (7 page)

“No,” she
gasped as soon as she realised his intention.

“Oh shut up,
you want my money don’t you? Besides, you’re a horny little slut
and you’re loving every second of this.”

“No,” she
protested, none too convincingly.

“Yes. Trust me,
you’re going to love anal. Not only are you a natural born
masochist, it’s been scientifically proven that when something
isn’t as painful as you think it’s going to be, the brain
interprets it as pleasure because of the endorphin flooding
relief.”

Jennifer
smirked and tugged on the chain. Nancy gasped and her hands flew up
to grab the chain to slacken it.

“Don’t you
fucking dare touch that!” Jasper bellowed.

She let go of
the chain with a scream when he pushed the sex toy into her arse.
She looked down her body, at her painfully distended nipples and
lifted breasts and the dildo pushed a few inches into her
protesting anus.

She squirmed
and writhed, her body contorting in pain at having something shoved
up her arse.

“Relax,” Jasper
said. “You’ve come so far, it would be a shame to fuck it up for
yourself now.”

Jennifer gave
the chain another good hard yank. From the look in her eyes, Nancy
didn’t think she would find it a shame at all if she fucked it up
for herself and missed out on a million.

Jasper eased
the dildo in a little further and she gritted her teeth, her
fingernails digging into the upholstery beneath her.

It hurt. It
hurt like merry hell and stars momentarily danced before her eyes.
Inch by painful inch, the slick dildo eased inside her rectum. She
thought the damn thing might split her in two and it felt as though
her guts were being ripped open then set on fire.

Her nipples
pulsed in time to the fiery agony in her arse and she writhed on
the chaise lounge as if she were being consumed by invisible
flames.

She realised
Jasper had stopped pushing the toy further inside and when she
looked down over her heaving, sweat sheened torso she saw the end
of it peeking out of her rectum.

“Keep pulling
that chain,” Jasper instructed, getting to his feet. “Make her tits
wobble.”

Nancy took
deep, steadying breaths, half screaming, half groaning through
gritted teeth as Jennifer mercilessly jerked the chain up and down
and side to side, tugging on her nipples so hard Nancy was
terrified they would be ripped clean off her body.

“You look so
fucking beautiful,” Jasper said, reappearing at her side.

He, the redhead
and the prostitute stood over her, watching her tits being tortured
at the hands of the brunette.

It took her a
moment to notice what each of them were holding. Abigail brandished
the whip, the prostitute the cane and Jasper a fat roll of silver
electrical tape.

“Get up,”
Jasper barked.

The chain
attached to her nipples went mercifully slack and she rolled
ungainly on to her side so as not to hurt herself further on the
plastic penis in her anus.

She got shakily
to her feet, wincing at the thing inside of her that forced her to
stand with her legs apart and waddle like a duck. She noticed the
redhead smirking and she blushed hot at being forced to play such a
degrading game.

“Get over to
the table. Carry your own chain.”

Nancy hobbled
over to the dining table, aware of the four people behind her,
mortified that they would have a clear view of the dildo sticking
obscenely out of her arse. She couldn’t even begin to think how
ridiculous she must look and hot tears burnt shameful rivers down
her cheeks.

She completed
the agonising walk of shame and stood next to the recently cleared
table, cradling the chain in her arms.

“Get up on the
table and get on all fours.”

As if in a
trance Nancy did as she was bid. She did so unthinkingly and in a
small way, gladly. She got into position and awaited for whatever
next might befall her.

“Good girl,”
Jasper approved. “This is your grand finish. So you’d better make
it good.”

With that he
gently stroked down the length of her back and over the swell of
her buttocks, stopping at the protruding dildo.

She flinched
when his fingers lightly grazed it, just that smallest of touches
causing the thing to move inside of her, touching her in places it
had no business touching.

She was head
height with Jasper’s chest and she glanced down his be-suited body.
The bulge at his crotch was unmistakable and her pussy
involuntarily clenched in wet arousal.

What the
hell is wrong with me,
she thought, squeezing her eyes tightly
shut.
I must be sick in the head to be turned on right
now.

Her eyes
snapped open when she heard the unmistakable
whiz
of a roll
of robust tape being unwound.

He slapped the
end of the tape over her mouth, ripping it free from the roll. She
twisted her head round and watched in disbelief as he taped her
shins to the dining table. He started the tape at the table edge,
drawing it over first one shin, then the other. He repeated this
five times until she was well and truly stuck to the table top.

“On your
elbows, bitch,” he said, knocking her hands out from underneath
her.

She squealed
into the tape and fell onto her forearms. The impact jolted through
her shoulders and she sobbed.

He proceeded to
do the same at her arms, taping her firmly down.

Her head
flopped forward with the exertion of holding it up and she saw the
way her large tits hung straight down, complete with chains hanging
off her nipples. She wished she could draw her upper arms together
to partly hide them from view but of course, she couldn’t.

And then the
beating began.

Jennifer was
the one to start; she brought the cane crashing down onto her
already sore backside, making her yelp and shudder. When she
flinched her rectum tightened around the dildo, causing more pain.
She gave up trying to watch, it put too much strain on her neck so
she let her head flop submissively forward.

Her tits swayed
with each one of the five hard smacks across her buttocks and she
helplessly watched them.

“Good girl,”
Jasper said, by her side once more. “Abigail, I want you to beat
her with the whip. Not too hard, just tenderise her flesh. Don’t
forget her front. And Slag, fuck her in the arse with the dildo and
make her cum.”

Nancy didn’t
have to look up to know who ‘Slag’ was.

Jasper walked
round to the end of the long table so he was facing her, taking the
end of the chain with him as the prostitute took her place at her
side.

Jasper pulled
on the chain the same time as the prostitute eased the sex toy
almost the entire way out of her arse before slamming it in again
hard.

Her tits were
tugged forward by the nipples and the dildo pushed in and out of
her bottom.

Nancy screamed
in protest into the tape, her throat quickly becoming sore with all
the grunting and wailing.

Then Abigail
started in on her with the whip.

Nancy
howled.

Jasper laughed
and tugged harder on the chain, shaking it from side to side so her
tits wobbled and swung, completing her abject humiliation.

The fucking of
her arse grew harder until Nancy didn’t think she could stand it a
second longer.

The whip bit
into her lower back and she flinched, clenching her arse muscles
too hard around the sex toy, making her whimper like a beaten
dog.

The whip
slashed into her back again and again. But a least it was no way
near as vicious as the caning of her buttocks had been.

She forced
herself to relax and found that it really wasn’t that bad being
whipped. In fact, it barely hurt at all. Or if it was pain, her
brain wasn’t registering it as such. Her skin tingled all over and
to her amazement and horror she wanted to be whipped harder. She
wanted to feel more, more of everything. More hurt. More shame.
More dirty…

Tears welled in
her eyes when she caught herself thinking like a horny slut. What
was it Jasper had called her?

A pain
junkie.

But it just
felt so fucking good, she had never felt so alive. The skin on her
back prickled and tingled and she could no longer deny her body’s
violent reaction to this sexual debasement. Even the pain in her
arse had dimmed, or turned into something else entirely.

Pleasure. Pure,
unadulterated, filthy, dirty pleasure.

Jasper pulled
even harder on the chain and she groaned in agonised approval. She
felt fingers sliding into her soaking wet slit, settling on her
clit. The prostitute pumped the dildo even harder in and out of her
anus, all the while finger fucking her and rubbing her desperate,
swollen clit.

Now the redhead
started in on the underside of her body. The whip trailed fire over
her sweat sheened abdomen, biting into her flesh again and
again.

When it moved
up to her breasts that Jasper continued to tug on, she lost
control.

The combination
of attacks on her body was too much, the arse fucking, the clit
rubbing, the tit whipping, the nipple tugging…

The sensory
overload sent her careering into the grips of a violent orgasm. She
howled into the tape covering her mouth, her body racked with
pleasure and pain.

“OK, everybody
stop now,” Jasper said when the last wave of obliterating orgasm
washed through her.

Nancy shivered
and trembled, barely able to hold herself upright any longer. The
dildo was extracted from her arse with a wet
pop,
and the
beating ceased. But she remained attached to the nipple clamps and
bound by the tape.

He stood at the
end of the long table facing her and unzipped his suit trousers,
pulling out his cock. It was fat and long, and bounced slightly at
the sudden freedom. He circled his hand around the fat base and the
mushroom head pointed up at the ceiling, swollen, red and
glistening with pre-cum.

“Abigail, get
your arse over here. Ten grand for your pussy, forty grand for your
arse.”

Abigail went to
him and Jasper unceremoniously bent her over the table.

“Take my arse,”
she said.

Jasper pushed
her torso flat against the table top, her tits mashed down against
the wood and her long red talons clawing uselessly at the smooth
mahogany.

From her angle,
Nancy couldn’t see him penetrating her, but judging from his
jerking hip action and her wide eyed, pained expression, he was
in.

His eyes locked
with hers over Abigail’s head and a whole range of surprising
emotions raged within her. Anger at him for humiliating her like
this. Fear of what he was capable of. Sadness for what she had
turned into this night.

But for the
most part, she was jealous. As much as it pained her to admit it,
s
he
wanted to be the one getting fucked by Jasper.

My depravity
knows no bounds,
she thought humourlessly.

Jasper’s mouth
opened into a rictus of a silent scream, and he threw back his
head. His hips twitched jerkily, then he was still.

He bodily
picked up the woman and flung her to one side. She staggered
sideways, her mouth set into a grim line.

Jasper
approached her, zipping himself up again as he walked towards her.
Ever so gently, he reached underneath her and detached the nipple
clamps. Then he proceeded to rip away the tape at her limbs and
mouth.

“You bitches
can get dressed now. Wait in the hallway when you’re done and I’ll
sort out your money. Not you,” he said, when Nancy went to retrieve
her clothes along with the rest of the women.

So she stayed
on all fours on the table as the other women got dressed around
her.

“Nancy,” he
said softly when they were finally alone. “You were amazing,
everything I’d thought you’d be, and more. My chauffer will drive
you home tonight with a million pounds and your Mother will
commence treatment tomorrow.”

She supposed
she should thank him. “Can I get off the table now?” she said
instead.

“Be my guest.
But before you get dressed, let me put one more thing your way. Why
don’t you move in?”

Nancy thought
she had misheard him. “Excuse me?”

“Move in with
me. Be my submissive.”

“Your what?”
she asked, scrambling to her feet and wrapping her arms
protectively around herself.

Even if it was
a bit late for her show of modesty.

“You heard. And
you know exactly what I mean. Other subs are too hardnosed, too
seasoned. Either that or they’re like the pretty little Julie from
tonight; too unwilling and without the innate desire to submit. You
my darling are the ideal combination and contradiction. An innocent
slut. A shy exhibitionist. You understand the pain and the pleasure
of the flesh.”

Nancy didn’t
know what to say. She figured the man must be crazy.

Even so, on
some level, she understood what he was saying perfectly and she
shivered in longing and anticipation.

Her flesh ached
to say yes.

“No.”

“No? Are you
sure?”

“I’m sure. I
want to go home now please.”

The light that
burned behind his blue eyes dimmed as surely as if a switch had
been turned off.

“If that is
your desire. Get dressed, this night is over.”

He left her
alone in the huge, empty room.

Home again.

Nancy had left
the mansion without further incident. Jasper had blanked her from
the moment on she had refused his offer, and she had left with the
money and the strangest, emptiest feeling she couldn’t even begin
to describe or understand. Whether that feeling derived from what
she had been through that night, or whether it was because she had
turned down his bizarre offer, she didn’t know.