There was a certain freedom in courting danger and giving into it. Fiona had tired of the same old Joe Shmoe dinner and a movie song and dance. It was over rated and she was over of it. She’d been reaching out to other scenes, even tried being with a woman once, it wasn’t for her. This new man in her life always left her guessing, kept her at arms length with promise of so much more. There was something about Seth that made her blood boil in his custom fitted suits and neatly kept a appearance. He’d only once kissed her hand and still, she could not wait to see him again. He was so proper, yet at times he would get this far away look in his eye and she knew, there was something dark there.She was out here for him, in the harbor district, made up of mostly wear houses. ‘Meet me at this address, come alone, where only a trench coat and stiletto‘s.’ She blushed to herself, cliché right, wearing only a trench coat? She felt like a steaker, gallivanting about at night in search of her handsome dark prince and his delicious British accent. The thought made her tremble in anticipation. He wanted her naked, certainly he would touch her tonight. The thought made a tremor spill up her spine as she gazed down a long dead end cooridor, a swirl of mist accenting the awaiting blue lantern.There it was. ‘Look for the blue lantern’ he had said, but he hadn’t said it would be so… creepy. She squared her shoulders as the anticipation swelled within her and she moved up the alley to the only door. A lonely steel door awaited, the ‘lantern’ being only a caged light bulb with a small awning to save it from weather. She shivered and knocked upon the door, the sound was very small. Turning her fist on the side she pounded on the door still managing only to pull a small amount of noise out of the heavy door. The door creaked open and she pushed it, poking her head inside. Lush red drapes that hung all the way from the ceiling hung just in front of the doorway where a small table, lamp and note stood. The note made her move inside quickly and snatch it up. ‘Take off your coat.” “Seth!?” She called, though she heard nothing. Her instinct was to pull the coat tighter around her, which she did. Letting out a long sigh, she turned to see if there were a rack somewhere for it as she untied the coat. Indeed there was a hook on the back of the door and she shrugged the coat off, not realizing the door had closed and locked behind her until she slipped the coat on the hook and grabbed the door nob to test it. She was suddenly thrust into darkness and two large, very muscular people, very male, man handled her naked flesh. She squealed and started to try and demand they let her go as they lifted her as if she weighed nothing. She felt the velvet of the drapes brush over her form as a terrible fear came over her. No one knew she was here.As the drapes seemed to part into an open area she still yelled profanity at them to put her down, but this time there seemed to be a small crowd of both men and women in the room, they were laughing at her. The murmur of several others making her heart speed up. They did put her down and she tried to take her hands back but each man held onto one and than she heard the rattle of chains. “what are you doing?” she whispered, not really being heard very well. Each man started to bind her wrist to some sort of bar that was now at her back, unmoving. “SETH!! SETH ARE YOU HERE!!?” She screamed as she tried to pull away from the restraints.“Quiet woman!” She heard a mans voice call and she did as she was told, she wasn’t sure why she quieted, except that she was full of fear. As they finished with her wrists they moved to her ankles. They were fastening her to something metal and extremely solid and she tried to pull her legs away with no luck. The hood was snatched off her head suddenly and she was blinking against the light. She was in a room crowded with people that were all watching her, the two men that had grabbed her were almost completely naked, save for loin clothes, and stood off of either side of her. Before her was the man in question. “Seth?!” She whispered and the anger rose in her. He stood very calmly in a cobalt blue, double breasted custom made suit in front of her. “Yes my sweet Fiona.” He said calmly, offering her a brilliant smile that usually made her melt. He held a white long-stem rose in one of his hands as he stepped forward. Her gaze glanced around the room hastily noticing there was a girl kneeling on the floor by a large gentleman seated in what looked like a throne and she was naked too, but not tied. “What.. What’s happening, why am I tied up?” Her voice raised as she spoke. Seth smacked her hard enough to send her head back a little, but she was more shocked into silence than from pain. “Quiet slut. From now on you will refer to me as Sir, not Seth, it is too informal.” His beautiful voice spoke harshly, but he tipped the white rose to her nose and began to trail it down between Fiona’s breasts.She felt her face hot from where he’s smacked her, her eyes showing defiance. Seth moved closer, bending his mouth toward her nipple and suckling it before she realized what he would do. She let out a long sigh as his hot mouth and tongue lapped at her, her head tipping back.Than her other nipple was suddenly pained as he pinched it with his fingers tips and she opened her eyes to see him eye to eye, his hot breath so close to her own mouth. “Do you understand?” Seth whispered to her, the rose was just against her pelvis, below her belly button, but above her moistening pussy lips.More than anything she wanted him to continue touching her, that desire overpowered all her questions or rebellions. “Yes. Sir.” She whispered, her heart thudding as his lips hovered so close to hers. He released her nipple and than pinched the other one, the pain from the released one was searing and she let out a little whimper.A crooked smile twisted over his face and he released her other nipple, causing immediate pain. She felt the rose in between her legs, tapped twice against her slit as he said. “Good girl.” Than he turned his back and moved away from her.Her saphire colored eyes gazed over the others in the room, most were standing, she felt her eyes pulled to the other naked woman in the room. This time she was no longer kneeling at the large mans feet, her head was buried in his lap, she was obviously sucking his cock. She felt a lump in her throat. She knew what this was. She’d read about it, it hadn’t frightened her to learn about it. Though now that she was bound in front of an audience and naked to them all, she wasn’t sure how she felt. Anxious, for certain, angry, a little, but more than anything, and the revelation surprised her, more than anything, she was excited. She felt the first drip of cum fall from between her clean waxed pussy and knew that everyone else had seen it.Seth turned back to face her, a look of pure and dark desire on his face. “Gentlemen.” He used the rose to gesture to the men at her side.One man was black skinned, bald with brilliant green eyes and a face that was more anglo saxon than African american, milado most likely. He towered over her tiny 5‘5, easily 6 feet, if not more. He trailed his hand from the wrist he had bound, moving in front of her, to her neck and clamped his giant hand around it. The other man was just as physically imposing, though very different, long black hair, but olive skinned and pale. He too touched the wrist that had been bound by him, but he walked around behind her. She was trembling, looking from one to the other. They both had taken off the very small bit of clothing that had covered them at first. The dark man in front of her was already half at attention, his size frightening her. She looked at Seth, “What are you doing?” She whispered.He held up his finger and said, “Excuse me?” He motioned the men away and they stepped away from her body without question. She barely saw the blur of speed from Seth as the leather whip hit her nipple and than the other. She arched her back and yelped. He hadn’t hit her that hard, but god her nipples were so sensitive. “What did you say?” He bent his ear toward her as the he played with the soft leather straps of the whip.“Sir?”He smiled immediately… “Better, yes better..”She nodded and than looked at the two men again, they were stroking themselves and many other people in the room had either started touching each other or themselves as well. She blushed heavily, her skin reddening. Her red hair spilled around her and the harsh light on her body left nothing to the imagination.“Sir, what’s happening?” She asked more demure.“Why you’re getting fucked my darling, is it not obvious?” He moved up to her, his free hand shoving a finger inside her tight pussy before she realized what he was doing. She cried out, a wash of cum dripping over his finger and fingers. “My you are a little whore aren’t you?” She trembled against his finger and than suddenly there were two shoving her tight little cunt open and she arched her back her breasts pressing into him.“I asked you a question whore.” He whispered into her ear and than pulled back to meet her eyes again. She breathed it, barley audible, “Yes Sir.”He pulled his fingers out and slipped them into his mouth, tasting her. Smiling again, “Good girl.” Once more she felt the tap of the rose on her dripping slit as he spoke each word and than he turned from her again and gave the other men the signal to move back to her.The dark one in front of her, dropped to one knee, looking up to her, meeting her eyes with that handsome face and pale green eyes. He leaned forward, his mouth almost in between her legs and she trembled, looking to Seth and than back down.From behind she felt the other man grip her hair around his wrist and than move it to the side. She felt, rather than saw, the pale one lick the side of her neck, kissing his way from her collar bone to ear. At that moment she felt the man in front her bury his tongue inside her pussy and she cried out, her head falling to the side, her body surrendering, but fighting at the same time as complete strangers made their way around her in the most intimate way imagined.
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