0 comments/ 17791 views/ 3 favorites Beth and William Ch. 01 By: Daevious Uninvited A simple tale to set a mood; this is the first meeting of Beth and William. She heard the sirens outside the window; normal for a Chicago Friday night. A bit closer than usual; she moved to her window, looking down from her second story perch through the blinds from a darkened room. She kept the lights off so her ex-boyfriend would think she was out. He lived nearby; if he saw the lights on he would try a booty call. It had been four weeks since she had been out – she might let him in. Her eyes went down the block to the flashing lights. Four cop cars, must be pretty serious. She sighed and turned away from the window to make some tea. At least she tried to; the first step stopped short as she ran into something in her living room. A hand covered her mouth as she stumbled back from him. "Shhh. I thought this apartment was empty." She couldn't see him clearly, just a bulky outline six feet high and strongly built. She had felt the muscles in his chest as she had bounced off. She tried to struggle to little avail. At 5'7" and 145 pounds she was no china doll - she worked out, did self defense. It helped not one bit; he held had her wrists with one hand, the other covering her mouth. She stopped trying to thrash, giving in to despair. "No screams, OK? I am just here to avoid the cops. I am going to move my hand from your mouth now." He did, gently and slow. She could smell him now, sweat and musk and something else teasing at the edge of her senses. Then she realized the last scent was her own; standing this close had put her in a state. Dammit, he had her hands trapped and she was dripping wet under her oversized Cubs nightshirt. He slid her into a chair, his left hand deftly moving in the dark. One wrist, then the other were fastened to the old Victorian rocker. A zipping sound confirmed her fears. He then tied her legs, head near her knees. She heard him inhale sharply; he had her scent now. "Did I interrupt something, miss?" "No," her voice was shaking badly, "not at all, nothing, nope." Her mouth kept denying what her body was screaming. His finger covered her mouth "Shhh." He moved away into the dark; she was facing the window towards the police strobes flashing, killing her night vision. She heard him moving around, then he returned to kneel in front of her. "Something to pass the time, miss." His fingers pressed on the inside of her thigh, she spread her legs in abject need. His hand lifted her hips off the chair, sliding her own vibrator into her deftly, then lowering her down. She quivered, nearly coming from just the touch of the toy. He then turned the dial at the base to a low hum while placing the edge of his hand in her mouth. She bit down hard as her orgasm started, easing as the first rush passed. She heard him laughing quietly. "That will teach me to put anything in your mouth while you come." She tasted blood, started to apologize. He put that finger back on her lips, laughed softly, and started the rocker moving with his hand, the motion rubbing the smooth vibrator against sensitive parts of her pussy. "They have gone and so must I…" She felt him place the scissors in her left hand, over the zip tie on that wrist, facing down. "Count to five… or five orgasms if you want," his voice was filled with laughter, as she spasmed again from the unrelenting toy inside her pussy. "I have to visit this neighborhood more often." She felt him reach along her thigh, then he touched her swollen clit once, causing more violent thrashings. "See you around, beautiful." A soft kiss on her trembling lips; she heard the door behind her open and close. It was nearly dawn when she finally cut the ziptie, the tail of her nightshirt soaked and the room reeked of her orgasms. On the kitchen table she found an envelope with the word "Rent" written across it. Opening it she found a dozen hundred-dollar bills and a note. "Thanks for letting me hide out, W." She stumbled to the bedroom, turning on the small TV to cover the noise of neighbors starting their routines. The anchorwoman launched into her spiel as Beth slid into sleep. "In breaking news, an unknown thief stole over a million dollars in cash…" Beth and William Ch. 02 Unanticipated This is Beth's second encounter with William. Another Friday workday done and home at last. Beth had been stepping lightly all week; last Friday night the break in had gone from fearsome to fearful to fulfilling. The marks on her wrists had faded away but she had not allowed her pussy to forget the rocker's motion or his finger. She dampened as she took the stairs to her second floor apartment. She knew it was stupid to be infatuated with a mystery thief; he would never return. But it made for great fantasies and kept her ex out of mind. She came in her door and stopped. The room was wrong; she dropped her keys to the floor. The sofa had been moved. It was facing the window, back to the door. The rocker was in the corner by the window. She moved carefully into her apartment, grabbing the Cub's commemorative bat from beside the door. She inspected the apartment one room at a time; the kitchen was empty; her bedroom as well. The bathroom was empty, a note tacked to the mirror. "Beautiful, If you want me to visit you, open the far left blinds after seven and leave on the light above the stove. Since you liked the ties, I left something and some instructions on your sofa. -W." Her breath escaped in a sudden bust; she went from happy and moist to on fire and soaked in a moment. She dropped her slacks and panties, shamelessly frigging her clit with the cloth grip on the bat until she could barely stand. She leaned against the bathroom wall, grabbing her vibrator, and then slid down to the tile. After the first two orgasms she slowed her pace, easing the vibrator into her pussy and using fingers instead of the rough grip. She pulled the toy out after another shaking climax, and then stood up. She stepped out of her slacks, moving into the living room in her blouse and bra. Her nipples ached in their confinement. "What the hell," she said out loud to no one. Off came the blouse and bra; she threw the lock on the door, looked at the time, and walked to the blinds. One hand toyed with her pussy as she opened the far left hand set. She went to the stove in the kitchen alcove, turned on the light. It was nearly six-thirty. The sofa beckoned to her; moving around the front she saw the envelope propped against the back. Then her eyes took in the attachments. Two chains ran from padded cuffs under the front edge of the couch. Another pair of cuffs lay on the floor just under the back edge, towards the door. She knelt in front of the sofa, so wet she could feel the moisture running down the inside of her thigh. She ripped into the envelope, pulling out a sheet of paper. "Beautiful, Since you are reading this, I take your answer to be yes. Leave your door unlocked; cuff your ankles on the back side of the couch. Put on the sleeping mask I left behind the envelope. Attach one cuff to each wrist, bending forward over the back of the couch. Oh, and turn off the lights before you get started. -W." He didn't say to strip, she thought. He knew I'd be naked, damn him. She fastened the ankle cuffs, snugging down the buckles so the pads were firmly seated. The sleep mask went on her forehead. She realized the chains were rather short and would not allow her to reach her face after she did the catch. One wrist done, place the other cuff in reach, pull down the mask, do the cuff. "Piece of cake, I can undo them anytime I want." She shifted a bit to the left, the couch cushion supporting her belly, allowing her breasts to dangle free. She heard a buzzing and clicking noise; she tried to pull her hand to her face to remove the mask, but could not. Her feet began to slide outward, tugged by the cuffs on her ankle. She started struggling; the bastard had put some thing under the couch that was taking up the slack in the chains! The movement stopped with her legs spread wide, stomach flat against the couch top, arms nearly touching the rests at the side of the sofa. She wanted to scream, then thought again. "My ass is pointed at the door," she thought, strangling the call for help before it came out, "I'm leaking down my legs, what the hell will my rescuer think?" She froze, the only thing on her mind the bonds and the heat flowing from her pussy. She heard the door close, the deadbolt snapping shut. "Who is there?" Breath moved across her inflamed pussy; someone exhaled on her sex in a steady flow. She began to vibrate and wiggle. A solid slap on her bottom; she tried to sit still. Movement behind her, water running in the bathroom, a whisking sound. Then a hot towel covered her pussy and ass. She felt a lather brush spreading something creamy on her ass, her sex, her thighs. Her tormentor laid the side of a razor against her skin, a warning against wiggles. A finger slid into her pussy, a thumb pressed against her anus firmly. She sighed, a small tremor flowing through her. The thumb contracted and she snapped rigid. The straight razor slid over her ass, then down to her engorged labia. Her tormentor left the thatch on her mons, trimming only the hair below the cleft in her labia. She heard the razor splash in the water bowl; a towel dried her nether regions and removed the remaining cream. Steps back to the bathroom; then into the living room again, stopping in front of her. Hands cupped her breasts, teasing the nipples to hard points. Something was nagging at her mind. Fingernails! Her tormentor had long nails! "Who are you?" A feminine giggle, then sudden pressure on her nipples – the wench had clipped something on them! "Don't get your panties in a bunch, sweets. He'll be here." Another giggle, moving around behind her. The nails slid along her engorged labia, scraping lightly over her clit. "You do like this, eh? I think I should collect my fee." She heard a belt coming undone, cloth sliding down skin. The couch moved as the woman knelt on it, cradling Beth's head into generous breasts. The woman slid backward, hooking her legs over Beth's shoulders, raising her sex to Beth's face. "Eat it, sugar, pay your debts sweetness." Beth was unable to move away, nose pressed against the woman's clit, inhaling the smell of her, musky and fruity, with an undertone of cinnamon and spice. Clumsily, Beth worked her tongue and lips over the offered labia and clit. She fell into a rhythm, trying to remember the things that made her squeal the few times her ex had gone down on her. She felt her own pussy responding, leaking down her freshly shaven thighs. Soon the woman began to thrash, then she pulled away from Beth's lips. Hands stroked her hair and pulled her forward for a probing kiss, the kisser tasting the come on Beth's lips. "That was quite a payment, sweetie. Worth the effort, completely." Beth heard the rustling of jeans being pulled back on, a purse snapping shut. "See you next time, darlin'." The door opened behind Beth, steps moving away. Panic. The door hadn't closed! Beth's heart wanted to leap out of her mouth. Her pussy clenched, spasmed, leaked; damn it, I should be scared, not horny! Then a hand touched her bottom. So softly, like a feather. Beth shuddered, the orgasm rippling through her. She heard him chuckle, that damn self-satisfied laugh. "Shut the fucking door, you sonofabitch!" More laughter. "Damn it, my ass is hanging out! I could…" The gag slid into her mouth abruptly, silencing her. "The door is not your concern, beautiful." She heard the blinds moving. "That's better." More panic. She couldn't tell if the lights were on or off. Across the street was an apartment building; hell, from the other sidewalk you could see into her window if the blinds were open. "I see Mindy did a good job." His voice was behind her. His fingers slid along her thigh, evoking shudders and spasms in her pussy. "Are you going to be quiet?" She grunted assent through the gag. Off it came. "Please don't let them see me, don't let them look, please, please," she was whimpering, ashamed of her nakedness, more ashamed of the feelings it caused. The spanking was sudden, shocking. His hand made a sweeping sound as it fell on the flesh of her bottom. She jumped, tugging against the chains. A second slap on her bottom warmed the other bun. His hand rose and fell in a rhythm, one side then the other. Her tears flowed from the pain, the shame, but mostly from the passion. The twelfth blow sent her into orgasm. She shuddered and leaked come down her legs, pussy twitching with need. He kept spanking her bottom until she shook again. The absence of his hand shocked her into reality again. "More, please, more… your cock, your fingers, anything, more, more." The blinds were forgotten, the door too. His fingers worked her pussy, two inside her wetness, his thumb on her clit. She felt his tongue running along her thighs, cleaning away the juices running down her legs. He pulled his fingers free, replacing them with his tongue. One of the soaked fingers pressed against her anus; during the next twitching orgasm it slid inside her. She could not tell if the finger had forced its way in or if her ass had pulled it inside. Either way, she reveled in the wiggling digit and the tongue on her pussy. She came again, nearly passing out. He stopped. She whimpered, mewling hungrily, wanting more, more, more. She heard his zipper pull; her pussy spasmed at the thought. The tip of his cock touched her labia. She squealed into the couch pillow, nearly screaming. He slid into her, feeling huge, filling her hungry pussy. How long he fucked her over the couch she did not know, she went from orgasm to orgasm, finally feeling him twitch inside her, setting off an explosion inside that made her pass out. She awoke, in her bed, still naked. Her wrists were raw even through the pads, her legs weak and wobbly as she stumbled to the bathroom. Coming out of the bathroom she saw her window blinds were wide open. Her pussy twitched with memories of the fear and the fulfillment. The chains were gone from the couch; a note lay on the center cushion. She sat, naked, facing the windows and picked it up to read. "Beautiful, I hope you enjoyed last night; I did. See you when I am in the neighborhood again. - W." She turned on the TV; it was time for the 5 pm news. She got up to grab a coke from the fridge. She snagged her favorite delivery menu, dialed up to order on the portable while going to grab her Cubs nightshirt. The anchor launched into his delivery. "In our cover story tonight, a string of high rise burglaries near the lake front has police searching for clues…" Beth and William Ch. 03 Uninhibited This is the third installment of the Beth and William story, detailing Beth's seduction into bondage and submission. Beth found herself getting excited. It was still before lunch on Friday, but she already was anticipating a visit from him. Silly girl, she thought, he didn't promise to come back. She went to the ladies' room quickly, locking herself in a stall and using her fingers to reach a small, quiet orgasm. Hell, Beth thought, I still don't even know what he looks like. His smell, his touch, his strength, his voice, but not his face, his hair, or his coloring were known. She found herself watching every man near her, comparing the known sensations with possible matches. After washing up she stopped at her boss' office. Angie was generally a pain in the ass, but she owed Beth for keeping her safe from some of the mail room staff at the Halloween party last month. "Angie, I need a couple hours for some personal stuff. Can I work through lunch and head out early?" "Sure. Hot date?" Angie was digging for details with a small leer, the start of a lecherous smile at the corner of her mouth. Suddenly Beth's mind put all the pieces together. "Nope, just home for a lonely night. I have to pay a couple bills in person." She realized her boss wanted her; that was why she had clung when the boys had been hitting on her. Damn. Beth shrugged a bit, "Maybe I'll get a better offer." As she turned she watched Angie in the window reflection; mouth slightly open, pale, hungry. Beth thought about the payment she gave to Mindy a week prior. Another twinge shot from her sex as she considered what her boss would taste like. Her mouth twisted up in a smile, "Sweet lord I have turned into a kinky sex fiend," she thought. Beth dove into her work, letting the time fly by until her desk alarm chirped. Beth grabbed her coat and bolted for the elevator. The elevator arrived with one occupant, a man in a long black coat and a battered fedora. Beth favored him with a sexy smile; she was anticipating a visit from the mysterious W. Her mind wandered as the elevator descended. She imagined his presence, inhaling the scent of his sweat and feeling the touch of his skin. At the fourth floor the man brushed past her as he exited the elevator. The doors shut before she realized the scent was real – was his! That was him! She punched the next button, stopping the elevator at the third floor. She ran to the stairs, her feet flying up the flights. In the door, looking left and right. Where did he go? The receptionist inside the office was walking towards her, an envelope in hand. "Miss, are you Beth?" "Yes. Yes, I am. Did you see…?" Beth's breath came in short panting bursts. "A gentleman gave me this; he said you would be here at three but he could not wait." The receptionist was confused, flustered. "Are you angry at him, miss?" "No, I just, just wanted to talk with him, to ask him." Beth caught herself, "Never mind. He gave you something for me? Just now?" "No miss," the girl was confused, "he gave me this about an hour ago. He left after that." Beth's eyes locked onto the envelope. She tried to calm herself; deep breath in through the nose, out through the mouth. Calm down, Bethany Marie, calm down. She took the offered envelope, realizing she could smell herself from the exertion and desire. The girl remained, eyes downward, waiting. Beth resisted the urge to tear open the envelope, calmly opening it instead, pulling out the paper. "Beautiful, Sorry I can't stay here at your building and wait. This young lady has been left all alone in her office; it would please me greatly if you would assist her. The panties in the envelope are proof of her compliance…" Beth stopped reading and tilted the envelope up. A lacy thong slid into her hand. She looked at the blushing girl; the young woman was chewing her lower lip nervously and shifting back and forth. "Lift your skirt." The girl complied, cheeks burning red, showing a cleanly shaved pussy to Beth. Beth nodded, returning to the paper in her hand. "… and she is quite willing. Don't worry, beautiful, I will find you very soon. Enjoy! -W." She looked back to the girl, discovering the she had not dropped her skirt. Beth's mouth was watering and her own sex felt as wet as this girl looked to be. "What is your name?" "Sandra, miss." "Well, Sandra, it appears we have some things to discuss. Can you lock out the elevator for this floor?" "Yes, miss. I will call the guards downstairs." She walked to the desk, skirt held above her waist, bottom swaying nervously. Beth sized her up – maybe twenty years old, mousy hair pulled back, brown eyes, glasses. Maybe a B-cup, ass a little flat, tummy less than perfect. Not a ten, no, but a willing six or seven. Beth was amazed at the change from two weeks prior in her own mind. "Besides, he told me to do it," she thought, "it is all his fault." Sandra hung up the phone and looked at Beth expectantly. "Why are you still wearing clothes, Sandra?" The command rolled off her tongue easily. The girl's hands flew to her skirt fastening, dropping it in a puddle on the floor. The sweater and blouse came off in a tangle, over her head. Sandra's hands unfastened the front catch on her sports bra, freeing her breasts. "Come here." The girl scrambled to Beth, a blush of embarrassment, fear, and desire spreading over her torso and face. Beth held her arms out to her sides. "Undress me, Sandra." Sudden, devilish inspiration struck, "kiss the skin you reveal." "Yes, miss, right away, miss." Sandra dropped to her knees, tugging at Beth's slacks urgently. Beth grasped her hands. "No, not like that." Beth stepped out of her shoes. "Hands behind your back, use that lovely mouth," Beth hesitated a moment, "sweetie." Sandra complied, tongue and teeth undoing buttons. Beth had to lean on the desk while Sandra worked the zipper down, the tip of Sandra's nose rubbing along Beth's mons, tickling the short hairs Mandy had left behind. Sandra worshipped Beth's legs, smothering kisses as directed. Her teeth grasped the sopping wet material of Beth's panties, pulling them down and off. She shifted back up immediately, burying her face in Beth's sex. Beth laid back on the reception desk, allowing the girl to try and consume her, shuddering as a series of small orgasms built momentum. After the sixth or seventh small climax Beth pushed Sandra back. "Your turn, sweetie." Beth moved the younger woman onto the carpet bearing the company logo, placing the dripping pussy directly over the name. Beth licked and sucked, copying motions from her last encounter with the mysterious W. Her fingers slid in and out of Sandra's cunny, twisting and prodding the sensitive spot just inside. Beth placed a finger against Sandra's anus, heard the girl gasp, then felt Sandra's bottom pull at the finger during the next orgasm. Beth pressed the finger in with the pull, then squirmed it about. She was pleased by the thrashing she inspired. Sandra collapsed, as the last orgasm rippled through her. Beth smiled, creeping up to kiss the younger woman softly on the lips. Sandra murmured quietly, then returned slowly to her senses. She hugged Beth tightly to her, crying and muttering into Beth's breasts. "What's wrong, sweetie?" "I don't want it to end, I want more, please, more?" Red rimmed eyes and tears. Beth hugged the younger woman to her chest, cradling her head. "Sweetie, you come up to the twentieth floor anytime." She looked Sandra in the eye, "you bring that sweet twat up when you need a licking and when you want to suck my pussy, sweetie. If I call you for a lunch date you know what I'll want. Can you handle that?" Sandra grabbed Beth and kissed her deeply. When she came up for breath she spoke rapidly, "yes, miss, I will come when you call miss. I will eat you anytime, miss." Beth disentangled herself from Sandra, catching her breath. Sandra knelt at her feet, rubbing her cheek against Beth's pubes and purring like a kitten. Beth brought her hands alongside Sandra's head and stroked her hair softly. Sandra murmured something into Beth's small trimmed patch of pubes, then suddenly slid two fingers into Beth all the way to the last knuckle. Beth snapped rigid, a powerful jolt of pleasure from the sudden intrusion. And then snapped back to reality just as fast – someone had her arms! Handcuffs snapped on her wrists, a sleeping mask slid over her eyes. She tried to scream, but a mouth smothered her cries with kisses; as Beth inhaled she heard Sandra sobbing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry miss, don't be angry," over and over as she kept kissing. "Quiet, Sandra." His voice. "Kiss it, make it feel better." A soft kiss fluttered against Beth's swollen and sore labia, and a second. "You may put on your blouse until you go home, Sandra." Beth heard him whisper to the girl, purposely loud, "Thank you, my beautiful has wanted you for weeks. She loves the bonds, can't you see her nipples stiffening and her clit peeking out?" Beth started squirming, no longer wanting to scream out. She pressed her thighs together, squeezing her sex for some release. "Watch." A second, maybe two, maybe a year passed as Beth waited for him to touch her. It came suddenly, a firm, stiff collar about her neck, lined with silk or satin and tingling from some sort of vibrator built in. She heard it snap shut; she didn't care. The silk moved in a pattern against her neck, like the softest kisses on her skin. A small shudder ran up her spine in pleasure. Something bound her elbows together; it merely added to the pleasure and frustration building in her loins. Her fingers sought her pussy. She dropped to her knees, arching her back up to slide fingers up from behind her bottom reaching for her clit. She couldn't reach it, but put a fingertip on the edge of her cunny from behind and started sliding a finger in and out of her own bottom – any port in a storm. She heard Sandra gasp, then a brief scramble and a mouth clamped onto her pussy. It was Sandra; Beth felt the tears and felt the lips moving, trying to say something. An orgasm crashed through, stronger because she knew she was being watched. As it receded she heard steps on the tile moving away. Strong hands lifted her up, placed shoes on her feet. A coat wrapped around her shoulders, belt at her waist. "Sandra." His voice, right next to her. "Yes, sir?" Quiet, shy; Beth could envision the girl sitting with eyes downcast behind her desk. "Beth will want to have you for lunch on Monday." "Sir, you mean have lunch with me?" "No, she will have you for lunch. Bring some strawberries and cherries. Beth will bring the other fixings. Plan on a long lunch." Beth felt him turn her towards the elevators. "She will pick you up at 11; be ready with your coat on for the elevator to stop. Nothing but your coat and shoes, lovely. You can keep these – bring the rest to her on Monday." "Yes, sir." Beth heard Sandra's voice quaver and a long hard intake of breath – she could imagine the girl masturbating even as he began to walk her forward. Soft gasps confirmed Beth's suspicion as he guided her through the door to the stairs. "Um, excuse me… could you take off my blindfold, please?" Laughter in response. "I need it to go down the stairs. I'm not going to run." Beth's words started to go faster, "I…" His finger lay across her lips. It smelled of Sandra. She began to suck on it, not thinking but reacting. "I'm not going to make you." His finger left her hungry mouth, then his arms lifted her up like a child. "Far be it from me to make you walk, beautiful." She could feel his muscles through their clothing. He held her 135 pounds like she was a feather; he went down the steps at a normal pace. She let out a sigh of relief when he passed the ground floor and continued to the underground garage. "What is your name, anyhow, you scoundrel?" "You can call me William, beautiful." He chuckled softly, "and I am a horrible scoundrel indeed." She heard a car door remote chirp, then he set her in a seat and fastened the seatbelt. The driver side door opened and she felt the car settle in from his weight. He kissed her forcefully. "Care for some dinner, beautiful?" "Um, as long as it is not blindfolded; what did you give her of mine?" She felt his smile without seeing it, suspecting. "Your panties, beautiful. She had them to her nose when we left." Beth suddenly became aware of her lack of clothing below the waist; her slacks discarded on the fourth floor. "And where are you going to get me served dinner naked from the waist down and bound?" "Don't worry, beautiful." Another chuckle, deeper and knowing. "You won't be naked from the waist down, blindfolded, and tied…" "Really?" Relief flooded through her. "You'll be all the way naked and bound to the table." And then he laughed as she sputtered. ~ to be continued. Beth and William Ch. 04 Unfearing The fourth chapter of Beth and William; Beth's inhibitions are being systematically stripped by William's wiles. "What? Naked!" Beth sputtered, struggling against the bindings on her arms, the seat belt, and the throb William's last statement inspired in her cunny. She couldn't see him, a sleeping mask over her eyes. Worse than the betrayal by her sex drive was the low rumble of amusement coming from the driver's seat. "It will be just fine, beautiful. Do you need some more heat in here?" His voice was calm, conversational. She did not know what he looked like. He was big, he was strong. A fleeting memory of dark hair, perhaps, under the fedora in the elevator. He smelled of some musky cologne and traces of sweat. "No." The car stopped. She heard him get out, heard the door open next to her. "It is a surprise dinner for her." His voice, to someone else. "She hasn't heard of this place." His scent, close on her, undoing her seat belt. He picked her up from the seat, then set her on her feet. His arm entrapped hers and moved her swiftly from the cold November air inside a set of double doors. Rapid words were exchanged in a foreign language, something oriental. He was laughing again. "Come along, beautiful." They moved through another door, then a third slid shut behind her. He undid the coat covering her; she felt his eyes on her. She must have looked a fright, she thought. Her blouse was probably a mass of wrinkles; her shoes were not suitable for a night out. Her hair was tousled from rolling around the fourth floor reception room with Sandra. Cool air touched her legs and sex; her slacks were on the fourth floor too – her panties providing a scent for masturbation by Sandra, sitting and diddling herself at the reception desk. Cuffs bound her arms at wrist and elbow. "Hold still, beautiful." She felt the cold blade against her skin, just like Mindy had done before shaving Beth's cunny to warn her to stay still. Beth became a statue. The blade removed her blouse expertly; it slid through the shoulder straps and front of her bra as well. "Do I need to gag you, beautiful?" "No, sir." Where did that come from? Beth thought. "Will you obey, beautiful?" "Yes, sir." No! Well, maybe. If you fuck me silly again. Yes. Yes. Beth's mind was racing and confused. "Good. The mask remains until I take it off you." His hands undid the elbow restraints and separated the wrist cuffs without taking them off her limbs. He kissed her forehead. "Perfect, beautiful. This way." He took her hand, guiding her along. She could hear hushed conversation all around. Her face burned red; she could feel the flush down to her chest. She could also feel her pulse pounding in her nipples and clit. She knew she was leaking down the inside of her thighs. "Turn around, sit." She felt a cool, solid surface beneath her bottom. "Lay back, let me move your legs about." She did as instructed, the table holding her 5'4 frame easily. He moved her wrists out, clipping the cuffs to something. He clipped the silk lined collar down so she could not raise her head. Each ankle was cuffed and secured, spreading them about two feet apart. The table was cool, the air surprisingly warm. She could feel the wetness seeping down onto the table from her cunny. Something touched her lips – a straw. "Drink, beautiful." She sipped at the drink, tasting dark chocolate, cherries, and alcohol. A strawberry, full and ripe, settled on her lips. She ate it greedily. "More, sir, more." "Darlin', I ain't a sir, but you can have another." Mandy! Another strawberry settled on her mouth before she could respond. A chuckle from directly over her head. Some other voices chimed in on the amusement. She twitched from thinking about it, about people seeing her chained naked to a table. Hands gripped her calf, then a warm mouth settled on her toes and foot. Someone was spreading liquid on her stomach – she could feel the trail of drops falling on her skin. Fingers trailed along the path, joined by two more tongues. Her nipples drew attention, lavish amounts of whipped cream applied and removed. No less than six mouths were on her now, nibbling and snacking. Mandy provided fruit and the sweet alcoholic drink at Beth's request. Beth was thrashing about, leaking profusely. No one had touched her pussy. Kisses covered her legs, arms, and torso. Small orgasms rippled through her but no strong ones released the tension. She felt someone tap the table three times. Hands and tongues withdrew quickly. "Thank you all for joining me for appetizers." His voice had a hint of laughter. "Mandy will take you to the dinner table. We will join you shortly." Movement and satisfied murmurs. The blindfold came off suddenly. Beth blinked fiercely against the dim light. She looked over, seeing a backlit silhouette. "Please." A whimper against her need. He moved to her feet, kissing softly upwards to her leaking cunny. His tongue swirled around her clit, dove into her leaking cunt. She bit her lip, pulled the chains tight, and felt her whole body shake violently. Her heart raced, blood rushing in her ears, she couldn't breathe. As she came down from her orgasm, she felt him free her legs and arms. He released the collar from the table. "You did wonderfully, beautiful. Come." He helped her up, holding her arm. She rounded on him suddenly, hands to his face kissing him hard. She had to stand on her tiptoes. Beth tasted herself on his lips. "I have, often. Sir." His hand slapped her bottom firmly. "That, beautiful, is for impertinence." He took her hand and led her into the dining room; his presence, the cuffs, and her collar all the clothing she needed. As they sat down, she leaned over to him, "If that was an appetizer, what is dessert?" He chuckled. She watched the play of emotion and guile crossing his dark chocolate eyes. She glanced at the other three couples, dressed in suits and evening wear. Mandy didn't have a date but had plenty of attention. Curly red hair; a transparent green dress allowing her nipples to show through. She stood as Beth and William entered; Beth saw the small triangle of firey hair above her pussy. No one else at the table was caught her eye, save for smudges of chocolate and cream here and there on faces and clothes. He returned her whisper as she studied the others around the table. "Can't you guess?" Beth looked at his charcoal suit and mandarin collar white shirt. He looked edible to her. "You?" A shake of his head and a grin. "Mandy?" Again a negative reply. She looked around the table, not recognizing the other six men and women. A waitress brought salads, not even raising an eyebrow at her lack of attire. "Who?" Beth whispered insistently. He finished a bite of the greens and sipped from a snifter of amber liquid. "Sandra, of course." Beth began to giggle like a schoolgirl. "I thought you would agree." Beth leaned against him between courses. She loved the feel of his muscle, the smell of his body. She had so many questions. The meal came and went in a haze of alcohol and post-orgasm bliss. Just before desert Beth pulled his hand to her pussy and placed her hand on his groin. "Are you going to fuck me soon?" "Yes." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "And I am going to tie you down to do it. On the hood of my car. In the parking lot outside." Each phrase made her pussy twitch and spasm. "And if you are good, there will be even more." Beth turned her head to the side, watching as four waiters carried in a modified stretcher with a struggling form tied to it. The men set their burden down in the midst of the nine partiers. A candied apple was tied into Sandra's mouth, her body covered in chocolate, whipped cream, and cherries. A half banana peeked out of her cunny. William pulled it free gently and offered it to Beth. She gobbled it down in three bites, then dove in tongue first on a breast. Soon Sandra was clean and everyone but William was smudged with chocolate and cream. William wiped Beth's face with a handkerchief. Sandra was gasping for breath, Mandy was buried face first in Sandra's pussy and lapping up the juices like a woman dying of thirst. The other three pairs excused themselves, leaving Beth with William. Mandy had shifted, still sucking on Sandra's pussy but now astride the bound girl's face, taking pleasure from her mouth. "Mandy," William waited for a grunt of acknowledgement, "make sure Sandra gets home to a bed tonight." Another positive grunt, punctuated by a squeal of pleasure from Sandra as Mandy nipped a sensitive spot. "I suggest you two go now." Mandy looked up and rolled off Sandra, who whimpered softly at the interruption of their tryst. Beth helped Mandy undo the shackles holding Sandra down. The thin girl's hair was horribly tousled and her legs were wobbly from orgasm but she was smiling. Mandy grabbed her coat and wrapped Sandra in it and led her out to a waiting cab. Beth saw them start kissing even as the cab was pulling away. William placed the coat over her shoulders. Beth didn't bother to close it up; the valet stared at her openly as another brought a black sports car up. William grasped her wrists, clipping the cuffs together, holding her arms above her head. He laid her back on the hood of the car, right there in the entryway. His hand freed the fastenings of his trousers while his mouth took hers in a fierce kiss. Beth's breath fled at the suddenness of the action. He thrust into her wetness with a solid stroke, filling her up. She began to whimper and moan as another earth shaking orgasm began to build. She opened her eyes and saw people gathered around, watching. One valet was shamelessly stroking himself. A woman was fascinated with the scene, hand down her date's pants and moving rapidly. Others simply could not move, frozen in place blushing but unable to look away. Beth shuddered under their eyes, suddenly wanting them all to see her come, to see him fucking her on this car hood. William felt her thrusting her hips up to his and quickened his pace. "More… harder… more…" Beth panted out words as she struggled to reach an even higher climax. She looked at the crowd again. The valet was on his knees now, spurting onto the sidewalk. The woman who had been stroking her date was know bent over, watching her while he watched and stroked in and out. A half dozen other people were exposed, masturbating, kissing, and fondling. She looked up at William, seeing a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, sweat on his brow as he plowed into her. He was watching her face for something. Then he winked at her. And Beth's world exploded. She heard screams of pleasure; her own. Her body thrashed against his hold on her arms and his cock pinning her in place on the car hood. Then it faded to black as she passed out. She came to in the soft leather seat, a seatbelt on, wrists clipped to a belt at her sides. She turned her head towards him as he drove. "Ah, back with the living, beautiful?" His voice was melodic. She remembered feeling him jerk and spurt inside her as her orgasm gripped and rippled against his cock. "Where do you want me to take you, beautiful?" Beth laughed. "Anyplace you are, sir. Anyplace you are." William turned off the side road and drove into the cold evening, headed for the lakeshore and downtown.