Butterfly Wings

BUTTERFLY WINGS

By Tcheena3

 

CHAPTER TWO  - Breeze

 

If the girl's night out had been the first fluttering of the butterfly's wings, then the following day was when the first soft breeze began to blow. Although of course, hapless me, I had no idea at the time.

I arrived home from the nightclub feeling dishevelled and conflicted.

My mind kept racing from one image of the evening to another; from the cold hard looks of the four women to the warmth of Vida's presence; from the return of Beat after her 'tryst' in the toilets with her poor unfortunate victim, to Vida's breath in my ear and hand up my skirt; from stories of the women's sexual exploits to talk of my own fantasies.

Over and over, back and forth my mind roamed. I felt guilty as hell and at the same time sexually charged. I longed for Phil to be home and fucking me and yet I dreaded the thought of telling him what had happened. In a state of turmoil I made my way to bed where I tossed and turned, exhausted but unable to sleep. I still felt the weird spacey feeling that I had had for the last part of the evening. I must surely have been coming down with something - a cold, a flu or some other virus.

Finally, in the early hours of the morning I succumbed to at least one of the impulses churning through me. Imagining myself restrained to a desk and being fucked up the ass while surrounded by various colleagues at work, I masturbated and achieved a rather uninspiring orgasm that mercifully sent me off into a deep bone-weary sleep.

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The following morning I arose late, feeling much as I had the night before. My body still felt odd. If anything I felt more nervous and unsure than I had the night before. Sitting in the warm Saturday late-morning sun in our back garden, the events of last night seemed bizarre and unreal and in some way I felt I had betrayed Phil.

The more I churned them over in my mind, the more I realised that the only thing that made sense to me was to bury it all. I decided I would not tell Phil. I had acted completely out of character and it seemed unreasonable to risk hurting our relationship. After all, it wasn't as if I had had an affair, was it? Just a stupid tiny one-off lapse. Or so I justified it to myself.

I was still a bit worried about Vida. I dreaded seeing her again. Surely she wouldn't tell anyone? I mean, her position was probably even more risky than mine. You wouldn't want stories like that getting out if you were a CEO, would you? I managed to convince myself that she would keep quiet and I reassured myself that I would refuse the next girl's night out, pleading illness or some such. It might take a couple of times but she would soon get the message that I didn't really want to be part of the group.

Feeling a bit more at ease, I had a long hot leisurely bath and a light breakfast.

Early afternoon and the phone rang. My heart leapt into my throat. Phil!

I took a moment to compose myself and then picked it up.

"Hi, honey!" I said, as cheerfully and as nonchalantly as I could.

"Woah! You obviously did enjoy last night!" Oh, my God! It was Vida's throaty chuckle.

"Oh. S-sorry. I was expecting Phil!"

"That's quite o.k.! You can call me Honey any time you like!" she joked. "Actually, I was calling to ask a favour of you."

"Oh. Yes?"

"Yeah. I've got a bit of a problem." She continued in the warm friendly voice I was becoming accustomed to. "I'm having dinner tonight with a few people and someone's dropped out. I was wondering if you could come instead? I really need another woman to balance the numbers."

"I..." Before I could go on, Vida interrupted.

"I know it's really short notice, and I wouldn't normally do this, but I'm a bit desperate and I figured Phil was still away so hopefully you wouldn't have too much planned for the weekend. And I'm hoping you're not too tired. After all we weren't too late leaving. Oh, and I can send the chauffeur round to collect you!"

Her flow of words didn't allow for interruptions and managed to demolish, one by one, all the excuses that came to mind as she talked. Eventually I seemed to be left with only one that was half way plausible.

"Actually, I'd love to, but I'm really not feeling at all well today. I think I must have a caught a virus, or something. I started feeling a bit odd last night and I wouldn't want to pass anything on to the others."

"Oh, dear." she replied "What are you feeling like?"

"Well... I've got this really weird sort of spaced out feeling in my body, almost as if I'm not in it." I tried to sound as nasally and flu-ridden as I could.

"Ahhh!. I think I know what you're talking about. That sounds just like what a few people in the office have had in the last few days. You probably caught it off Phil! Anyway, its really nothing to worry about. No-one here even had to take any time off work with it."

"In fact, speaking of Phil," Vida continued, "I do have an ulterior motive in asking you. Two of my guests are clients of Phil's. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to feel under pressure, but it's actually a very important relationship for us. Phil would probably really appreciate it if you could come. Are you sure you can't reconsider?"

It seemed churlish to refuse when she put it like that. Also, I guess I felt a bit reassured that not only would I be helping Phil's career, but it was highly unlikely any 'funny business' would happen with clients at the dinner.

"Well... O.K. then," I said. "I'd love to, as long as you don't mind me spreading germs around!"

We spent a few more moments making arrangements about the chauffeur pickup and then Vida rang off.

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We had left the outskirts of town and I was deep in thought, sitting back in the plush leather rear seat of the limousine as it swept around the corner, through an enormous set of ornate gates, and continued on up the wide driveway towards Vida's house.

House? It was a mansion! Huge!

Soft floodlights lit the facade and served to isolate it from the darkened but obviously well-kempt estate that surrounded it.

I was as nervous as I had been at the beginning of last night's party. This time, however, I had spent significantly longer on preparing myself and I felt quite proud of my efforts. I had chosen my most expensive outfit, a gorgeous red silk dress with a plunging neckline that hugged my figure and always made me feel like a million dollars. With heels and stockings to match and my blonde mane coiled elegantly into a bun at the top of my head, I felt like I belonged in wealthy company. I wore a bra that accentuated my cleavage and a thong that was almost non-existent and would not interfere with the sensual lines of the red silk draped over my buttocks.

I was greeted at the door by Vida herself.

"Wow! You look stunning!!" she enthused. "Turn around, let me have a look!"

I felt my cheeks flush with pleasure at the compliment and I did a little embarrassed pirouette.

"Wow, again! That's a great ass you've got there! I never realised last night. Must have been too dark!!" Vida chuckled. "Sorry!" she went on "I'm embarrassing you. But you really do look gorgeous. You'll have our clients wrapped round your little finger in no time! Anyway, come on, I'll introduce you to everyone."

Vida guided me across the magnificent foyer. Two enormous stairways occupied each side of the space, the one on the left sweeping in a curve up to an extended landing and the other sweeping downwards and disappearing below the room. The beauty of the entrance took my breath away. Wood, marble, gilding, trompe-l'oeil and the strategic placing of various antiques combined to give the place a decadent charm. This was a scale of opulence that I had never been in outside a museum.

We moved on into the next room. The impression was one of continued voluptuous magnificence, but I hardly had time to glance around because this was filled with Vida's guests, standing around nursing drinks and chatting.

I don't know why I should have been surprised, but I was, to find Maria and Beat there as well. They both looked at me with penetrating glances as I said a shy "Hi!" to them.

Four men made up the rest of the party, making eight of us in all.

Vida introduced me firstly to Maria's husband, Derrick. I didn't find him very impressive. He was a medium height, ginger haired, freckled man with a slightly effeminate manner.

Beat's husband, Severus, on the other hand, seemed to fill the room. Like Beat he was of Nordic stock, tall, broad shouldered and blonde with a handsome but rather cruel face and a mildly Germanic accent. Standing next to him, with her blonde hair cropped short, Beat looked uncannily like Severus. If I hadn't been told they were married, I'd have sworn they were brother and sister!

The other two men, Jason Logan and Palmer North, were Phil's clients. At first glance, they both seemed like 'corporate' types to me, although my stereotyping of them didn't last long. Jason appeared to be in his mid-forties and Palmer probably about fifty and they just sort of looked like you'd expect corporate high-flyers to look! Dark-haired, handsome, suave, well-cut suits, professional demeanour. Palmer also had greying hair at his temples which rather added to his distinguished appearance. Just the fact that I lump them together in my description might give you the impression that they were peas from the same pod.

As it turned out, they were both delightful. Not at all formal. Cheerful. Very witty.

The best thing of all, they made very flattering remarks about Phil and then paid me the closest attention while we were having dinner. It was hard not to feel flattered myself.

Still, I get ahead of myself.

Vida made the introductions and then gestured to a maid, who was standing discreetly beside the door, to offer me an aperitif. I was rather astonished to observe that the maid had on a traditional French maid's uniform - black with a white lacy apron, a small cap on her head and what looked to be uncomfortably high heels. I didn't realise such things still existed! Still, I guess it did rather fit the decor!

I have no idea what the drink was, but it was delicious and obviously powerfully alcoholic because I was feeling relaxed and tipsy in quite short order. It also seemed to freshen up the 'virus' or whatever it was that had kept me feeling low all day, because I started feeling a bit dizzy and spacey again.

Fortunately, the company was relaxed and stimulating and I pretty soon forgot about how I was feeling as we moved into the elaborate dining room. We were soon enjoying a sumptuous meal served by the "French Maid" as I had dubbed her in my mind.

Of course, I was seated next to Jason and opposite Palmer, presumably so I could chat them up on behalf of Phil! Vida was seated diagonally opposite and she gave me a number of encouraging glances during the meal as if to indicate that I was doing exactly the right thing.

By the time dinner came to an end, I was well on the way to being drunk, as was the rest of the party, and I was also feeling quite randy. Alcohol and the close attention of two handsome men, no doubt!

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After dinner, Vida had a surprise for us. At least it was a surprise for me - I was too drunk to pay much attention to the reactions of the others.

We were going to watch a movie!

Vida led us into a home movie theatre. Mind you, it was nothing like any home movie theatre I had ever imagined. It could have seated about twenty people in the most plush and gorgeously upholstered leather lounge seats. Each seat was a recliner and had small tables built into the arms for drinks and food. The screen was enormous, the walls were covered in a deep red velvet material and the sound system was clearly the best, or so I assumed.

Vida gave us time to get seated and the 'French Maid' came in and offered us another round of drinks. Mine was the same as the delicious cocktail I'd had before dinner and it seemed to have the same effect - spinning me out a bit. Everyone was chatting cheerfully in anticipation.

Vida then pressed a button which opened the upholstered sliding side wall to reveal enough DVD's to fill a whole DVD shop!

She selected one and slid it into the player. The room lights dimmed and the movie came to life on the huge screen before us.

It turned out to be an erotic movie. I'm certainly no connoisseur of porn films but this one was much higher quality than I had ever seen snippets of before. It had no plot to speak of but the acting made everything seem incredibly realistic and the overall production, lighting and camera work were first class. But there was more to it than that for me!

The film seemed to cover just about every fantasy I had revealed to Vida only the night before!

It involved a young red-headed woman at a party who gets drunk and is encouraged in a game of truth or dare, to remove her clothing in front of the ten or so guests remaining at the party late in the evening. It doesn't take long before the game is abandoned. When the red-head tries to pass her turn on to the next player she's pressured into doing something 'interesting' before she puts her clothes back on. A blonde woman suggests she sucks the cock of the blonde's own husband!

She's reluctant but she's drunk and she gets egged on by the group who start chanting "Suck! Suck! Suck!" The husband meanwhile has produced a large raging erection from his pants and is waving it in front of her. Behind her, one of the other women pushes down on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees facing the rampant cock and she takes it in her hands and starts to suck on it.

FLASH!!

She looks up startled to see that someone has just taken a photo.

It's the blonde woman!

The blonde waves the camera around and shouts "Guess where the photo's going if you don't let him fuck you!"

The red-head leaps to her feet and tries to grab for the camera.

The blonde holds it out of reach and others hang on to the red-head preventing her from getting it.

"I'm serious!!" shouts the blonde. "Let him fuck you, slut, or this is going straight on the internet!!"

Reluctantly, the red-head allows the blonde's husband to fuck her from behind and while this is happening she finds herself being fondled by various members of the party, both male and female. As her excitement increases and her inhibitions give way, the first cock in her vagina is followed shortly after by several more. Some of the men jerk off and come all over her face. She is involved in various acts of debauchery, at first fairly willingly and then less and less so as she is forced to undergo more extreme 'diversions'.

When one of the men tries to shove his cock into her ass, she squeals and tries to get away. Five or six people crowd around her, holding her down, pushing her head and shoulders to the floor, while her plump bottom remains raised. He kneels behind her, pressing the head of his cock against her anus. Then he shoves hard with a jerk of his hips and his cock head buries itself in her. She screams, struggling hard against the throng of people surrounding her, but they have her held too tight and he pumps the full length of his cock inside her.

I don't know if she was just putting on a good act but it looked to me awfully like it was the first time she'd taken a cock up the ass, judging by the pain and shock that registered on her face!

After that it becomes a bit of a free-for-all with the guys taking it in turns to fuck her backside and then move round to her face to be sucked clean. A couple of the women sit astride her facing each other, rubbing themselves on her back and neck until they come. The blonde that started it all even thrashes her ass with a heavy leather belt to the accompaniment of screams of fear and pain.

I know it sounds like a completely far-fetched scenario but that didn't make any difference to me.

I could hardly breath I found it so exciting. I could imagine myself being taken front and back by Jason and Palmer while the others looked on. I was leaking between my thighs as badly as I had been the previous night. I squirmed about on my seat but could do nothing to relieve the tension.

I wanted the movie to stop so I could dash home and masturbate in private.

I wanted the movie to go on for hours.

I wanted the others to take me and lay me over a table so I could be dealt with like the red-head in the movie.

I wanted to whip my skirt up right then and there and plunge my fingers into my slippery channel.

I wanted... I wanted... I just wanted!

A few times I glanced over to Vida who was sitting at the other end of the curving row of seats. Each time I found her looking at me with a wry, knowing smile on her face and a gleam in her eye that was visible even in the dim lighting.

As the movie drew to a close and the heat of my excitement subsided a bit, I began to become more aware of my surroundings. With that awareness came the shock of realising that I done more than just leak a bit of wetness between my thighs. I could feel it soaking right down into the crack between the cheeks of my bottom and could feel my dress sodden and sticking to my bum and the leather of the seat.

I knew it would show as a huge dark patch against the red silk of my dress when I got up!

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I waited till everyone had risen from their seats and moved towards the exit. I felt really stupid and could feel my face flushed once again. I don't think I had had a red face this many times in such a short period since I was in my adolescence!

I tried to pretend that I was just a bit tipsy and too tired to jump out of my seat straight away. I felt sure it didn't fool anyone, but at least I brought up the tail end of the party as we moved into the next room.

Except for Vida, of course!

She knew exactly what was going on and, as the host, had the perfect reason to bring up the rear as she ushered us out. Without anyone else noticing, she slyly slid her flattened hand sideways in between my buttocks, pushing the sodden silk right up to be trapped between my bum cheeks.

I jumped in surprise and almost yelped, catching myself just in time not to alert the others. I quickly tugged my dress back out and turned towards Vida, edging sideways out of the room, trying to keep by bum out of her reach.

She grinned at me and puckered her plump lips into a silent kiss. Then she poked her tongue through her lips and give them an erotic little lick.

Phew! I didn't know quite how to react. I gave her a quick weak grin and said nothing.

The room next to the theatre was a comfortable lounge with sofas and armchairs scattered about and a sturdy coffee table near the centre of the room. Everyone wandered into it and sat in whatever seat caught their fancy.

I sidled into the room, careful to keep my back to everyone, and sat in the nearest chair I could get to. I was in a bit of a quandary because I ran the risk of ruining Vida's upholstery. But my mind was a bit of a drunken blur and I couldn't think what else to do.

Perhaps not unnaturally, the conversation revolved around the movie we'd just seen.

I was far too uncomfortable to say anything, but the others seemed perfectly relaxed about having just watched a porn movie together. The general consensus seemed to be that it was very well made with superb acting. Everyone seemed to agree that it was quite a turn on.

And then Jason said it!

"Actually", he said, "I thought the whole idea was pretty feeble and far-fetched. I'm sure they could have come up with a more convincing plot."

"What do you mean?" asked Vida

"Well", he replied, "I can't imagine that she would have been drunk enough to take her clothes off like that and then agree to get fucked so readily!"

"Oh, I don't know", said Vida with an amused tone in her voice. "It happens. In fact, I reckon that Erika wouldn't mind taking her clothes off for us and getting fucked right now. Erika!" she turned to me. "Why don't you get up and turn around so everyone can see how much you enjoyed the movie!"

For a moment, it felt like my blood ran cold and drained away! Then an instant later, it rushed back - straight up to my neck and face. I could feel my fair cheeks turning a bright puce and they got so hot I could probably have fried eggs on them. I just wanted the big comfortable armchair to get bigger and swallow me up. I felt myself withdrawing, sinking back into the cushions as all eyes in the room turned to gaze at me.

"Come on!" Vida's voice took on a harder edge. "Up you get!"

But of course I couldn't. I felt frozen to the chair. My mind went blank. I had no idea what to do. Through the dim fog in my head I heard Vida's voice again, coming as if from a great distance away.

"Beat!" she ordered. "I think our little sparrow needs some help!"

I had no time to react.

Beat was up and in two swift long strides, her heels clicking on the polished parquet floor, she was standing in front of me. One long, tanned, well-muscled arm shot out and she grasped a handful of my carefully coiffed blonde hair, close to my scull, and yanked me up out of the chair.

"Ooowwwww!!" I yelped in shock. "That hurts!!!!!!! Let me go!!" The last word was uttered with a bit of a shriek, as the pain intensified.

She completely ignored me; just clenched her fist tighter and swivelled her wrist, forcing my body up into a standing position while my head was pulled back and down.

"Come on, Sweetie, let's see what you've been up to!" Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she moved around, hauling me with her, until my backside was presented to the group.

I was mortified. I could fell the damp silk of my dress clinging clammily to my buttocks but was completely unable to move, locked in an excruciatingly painful grip by the much bigger and stronger Beat. The rest of the group burst out laughing.

I heard Palmer's deep cultured voice. "Whew! See what you mean, Vida. Looks to me like she's ripe and ready! Why don't we do her on the coffee table?"

I don't know how to describe how it was for me next. In a matter of moments I felt my world had been turned upside down. A fantasy that had lurked in the back of my mind for years and years was suddenly happening... right here, right now. At the humiliating sound of their mocking laughter and Palmer's suggestion I felt my pussy erupt in a flow of slick juices, hot and dripping as it slid out of me.

Somehow, it felt just right that Beat held me as she did. I could do nothing. So, it wasn't my fault! They were going to have their way with me and there was nothing I could do about it! Just the very thought of it almost made me faint with excitement! I felt my legs beginning to collapse under me, but Beat just tightened her grip on my hair even further and dragged me over to the coffee table. She was practically carrying me by the time we got there. I heard myself squealing as her strong arm lifted me so my feet were on tip-toes, barely grazing the floor.

When we got to the table she lowered me till I was standing on my own and pushed me forward so my shins were pressed up against the table's end. Keeping her tight grip on my hair, she forced me to bend at the waist, pushing down firmly until my forehead was pressed hard up against the cold surface of the table. My knees started to bend so I could take some of the pressure off my straight legs, but she pressed back on them with her other hand forcing me back into a straight legged position, bent almost double, my ass up in the air.

I could feel the hem of my skirt rising up to about mid-thigh as I bent. A moment later, her hand was placed on my left buttock and she slid the skirt right up to the small of my back, completely exposing me to the other guests and Vida.

There was a low wolf-whistle from someone.

"Jeez... that's a spectacular ass!" I heard from one of the guys. Even in the midst of my humiliating exposure, I felt proud that my body could elicit a response like that.

"O.K.! Who's going first?" It sounded like Jason's voice, but I couldn't be sure.

"Actually, I've got a better idea..." It was Beat in a rather harsh tone of voice. She went on, "Let's blind-fold her and she has to guess who's fucking her. If she gets it right, she gets to leave... if she wants! If she gets it wrong, we get to keep her and have more fun until she gets it right!"

Vida responded. This time her voice was back to its soothing friendly warmth. "Good idea!" she said. "But I think it'll be a bit hard to know who just from fucking. That's probably not really fair. How about, after she's been fucked she gets a chance to suck them. That way she might be able to smell and taste who they are as well!"

There were some giggles and murmurs of assent from around the room.

And that was that.

I was hauled up on to hands and knees on the coffee table and someone produced a scarf that was used very effectively to blind-fold me. I was so aroused! My pussy was awash with juices. I really wanted them to tie me down, so I had no option but to stay and be fucked. But I guess they wanted it to be voluntary. Anyway, I wasn't game to say anything and actually, by then, I didn't really care... I just needed to be fucked!

I felt an assortment of hands on me.

For several minutes, they toyed with me. Stroking, touching, pressing on my clit, one finger thrust inside me, hands squeezing my dangling breasts, massaging the inside of my thighs. I felt like I would burst. The sensations becoming stronger and unbearably delicious.

I gasped in shock when it started. My thong was tugged to the side and whoever it was held my hips in both hands, place the head of their cock against my pussy and in one stroke plunged in the whole length! He felt huge, much thicker than Phil. I guessed he must have been about 8 inches long because I felt it pressing against my cervix as his thighs were pressed against mine.

I knew almost instantly that this must be Severus. He was the big man. It could only have been him with a cock like this.

He withdrew and then very slowly and evenly slid the whole length back inside me. He did this several times, establishing a slow steady rhythm. But it wasn't enough. I was so aroused! I was on fire! I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast! I tried pushing myself back on him but each time I did, he backed up as well so my efforts were frustrated. After a few minutes I heard myself mewling in a pathetic little whine and whispering over and over, "Please! Please!"

I heard Vida's soft voice next to me. As she spoke, her breath bathed my ear, increasing my heightened sensations. "Beg him!" she murmured "Come on, beg him to fuck you!! He doesn't know what you want. Tell him! Beg him for that big hard cock to fuck you!"

My voice got stronger, louder. "Please! Please! Faster!.... Come on... come on... Harder! Come on, please...HARDER! Please FUCK me, FUCK me! Yes.. Yes... that's it...more, more, please, more, Harder.... fuck,  fuck,, FUCKKK, FUCKK MEEEEE!!"

He picked up the pace until he was plunging himself ferociously, viciously in and out of me. And it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. Phil had never fucked my like this. This was hard... and fast... and huge... and brutal... and it was fantastic!!!!!!

I exploded into orgasm, gushing cum juice out onto the table, gasp after gasp after gasp tearing themselves from my lungs, tremors wracking my body, screams of pleasure forced from my mouth.

He withdrew, not having come himself I was sure.

And then he was round at my head, as they had suggested, pressing himself against my lips. He grasped my hair on either side of my head as I opened my mouth to let him in. I could smell myself on him and also a strong synthetic rubbery smell. Thank God! I thought, He must have worn a condom!

A moment later he did what he had done from behind... plunged himself full length into my mouth and down my throat! At the same time, someone whipped off the blind-fold.

It was Beat holding me! Beat wearing a massive strap-on that was buried in my mouth and throat, her blonde pubic hairs filling my nostrils as she pressed herself against my face!

In a second the warm weary after-effects of my orgasm were washed away.

I was shocked to my core! I couldn't breathe! My throat was burning as if I had swallowed coals! I felt like a fish caught on the end of a life-sapping hook! And underneath all that I was devastated. I had just been fucked for the first time ever by a woman, and in front of all the others!

Instinctively, I struggled viciously, pushing back against the supercilious bitch in front of me. The more I struggled, the tighter she held me and the more panicked I became. Now my lungs were starting to burn as I tried without effect to draw air into me. I pushed harder. Now I was angry, dangerous. Punching her. Yanking my head back trying to get off the shaft that I was impaled on.

Suddenly I was free!

I burst into tears! Huge wracking sobs of humiliation and desperation! Clutching the hem of my dishevelled red dress in my right fist, I fled from the room through the nearest door I could find.

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The next room turned out to be a small bedroom. I slammed the door behind me, threw myself on the bed and curled into a foetal position. I sobbed and sobbed.

After a few minutes, the door opened quietly and Palmer crept in. He sat on the bed next to me. Putting his hand on my shoulder, he murmured softly. I hardly understood or heard what he was saying. It just sounded so comforting, his deep gentlemanly voice reassuring, soothing, warm, telling me that everything was alright, no-one had wanted to hurt me, it was just a bit of light-hearted fun...

Before long my sobs had eased to a gentle hiccup and eventually stopped all together. The sheet next to my face was damp with tears. Palmer continued to caress me with his voice. Soon his hand was caressing my shoulder - gently, sweetly. I felt myself relaxing, all the tension and distress gradually easing away as he slowly massaged me.

His hand began to move down, stroking from my shoulders all the way to the small of my back. I relaxed further and rolled sideways onto my stomach. It felt so good. In fact it was more than good. To my surprise I felt myself becoming aroused again. My God I thought, what's happening to me? I seemed to have spent the last two days in an almost perpetual state of arousal.

His hand moved down to my buttocks and I felt my ass moving up to meet it, almost a reflex reaction. As I pressed up against his hand, he pressed down, sliding his hand over the silk dress into the crack between my cheeks and then lower still, moving below the hem and coming back up under my dress, sliding along my thighs, finding my clit and strumming it gently with his thumb. I released a long sigh of pleasure, feeling the wetness once more slickly coating my pussy lips.....

CRASH!!!!!

The door was flung open violently, swinging back against the wall.

Beat stood there, hands on hips, glaring at me.

A brief pause, not even enough time for me to comprehend what was happening, and then she strode swiftly to the bed and once again grabbed a fistful of my hair in her strong muscular hand. Lifting my head up, she slapped me. Hard! Right hand to left cheek.

WHACK! My head snapped to one side.

"DON'T!"

WHACK! Backhander to my right cheek. Head snapped back to the other side.

"YOU!"

WHACK! Left cheek. Snap!

"EVER!"

WHACK! Snap!

"HIT!"

WHACK!

"ME!"

WHACK!

"AGAIN!"

WHACK!

"BITCH!"

Then, giving me no time to get myself up, she just yanked my hair, dragging me off the bed and towards the door while I desperately tried with both hands to hold her hand against my head in an attempt to ease the pressure and the pain. At the same time, I was trying to get to my feet and follow. All I succeeded in doing was a mad scramble, half kneeling, half pushing against the floor with my feet, buttocks bouncing, breasts swaying around, squealing in shock and pain.

"You haven't finished, yet, you stupid cow!" she barked at me. "You still have to guess the next one!"

There were cheers and claps as she dragged me back into the lounge room.

I couldn't help it! I just felt myself flushed with excitement! This was what I needed. Someone to take a firm hand to me, make me do what they wanted me to do. Someone to humiliate me while everyone else looked on.

In scarcely a moment it seemed, I was once again blindfolded. My dress was literally ripped off my body, by whose hands I have no idea. Standing there naked save for my tiny thong and bra, my hands were tied behind my back. Some sort of strap was held against my upper back and the two ends threaded under my armpits, emerging from the front of my body. The ends were brought up and behind my head and I heard the clink of something above my head. Then I found myself being raised until my toes just cleared the ground.

My knees were lifted upwards towards my chest and held up there with a rope tied around one knee, over the back of my neck and tied around the other. Next both my bra and thong were torn from me.

I felt completely exposed. I could imagine my pussy and asshole naked, wide-open, unprotected for all to see. Even as I imagined how it must look, my arousal increased, moisture seeping slowly from my pussy to my asshole, coating my buttocks.

"O.k., Derrick, you pathetic little worm!" I heard Maria saying. "Ream out her ass with the slimy little tongue of yours!"

A moment later I could feel his tongue gently bathing the skin around my anus and then lapping right over it! The soft tip touched the centre of my anus and seemed to stiffen. I felt it pushing right inside my asshole! The sensation was extraordinary. I had never been touched there that way before. I almost creamed on the spot!

But I had little time to focus on it. A much stronger sensation began as the head of an enormous cock was pushed into my slick pussy. Despite the dreadful mistake I had made guessing last time, this time I really was sure it was Severus. This was bigger than the strap-on that Beat had used and it was much hotter. This felt like real flesh and blood, huge, throbbing, stiff meat.

A growling moan escaped my lips as the great shaft slid up into me. He held my shoulders as he began to pump in and out. I had never felt more slippery or more full. YES! This was what I craved. Captive! Fucked! Sex Toy! Humiliated! Forced! Oh!... Oh!... the tension grew rapidly ... higher... hotter... "Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!....Severus! ... Severus!!!..." I cried out... and in less than 10 or 15 strokes I erupted into yet another explosive orgasm.

The climax was was so overwhelming that I blacked out.

When I came to, I was lying on my back nestled in a sheep's wool rug on the floor. Vida was stroking my face. She smiled at me. "Well, looks like you guessed right that time! Let's find you a gown and the chauffeur can take you home."

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End of Chapter 2.

To Be Continued...