3 comments/ 132959 views/ 3 favorites Emergence Ch. 01 By: greene14 Elaine Ch. 01 - The Pub. Elaine is a woman I have known for many years. But does she really exist or is she just a production of my over fertile, perverted imagination? It doesn't really matter. She has become a very great friend of mine and these writings are entirely about things that have happened to her. Now have these things ever really happened to her? Have they ever really happened to anyone? Again it doesn't really matter. Some of it might be true, some of it might not. It doesn't matter. What matters is that you enjoy my stories, for that essentially is what they are. These writings are a series of stories, each about a separate incident in one woman's life. Starting from when she was a naive young girl, being exploited by men because it suited them, following on through her sexual self-realisation, to her being a mature worldly-wise woman being exploited by men because it suited her. This is her story told by me as heard from her. It claims nothing, it supposes nothing and it's no sort of statement. It's just a few stories (admittedly with a strong sexual leaning) for entertainment, that's all. And if you don't believe me? It doesn't matter at all! The story I'm going to tell you about first, happened around 1980-81. Elaine told me about it some years later, and I will recount it here as told to me. She was just eighteen at the time, and although not a virgin, this was to be her first non-boyfriend sex. By that I mean everything before this episode had been one-to-one with some lad around her age. This was different. She was working in the village pub. A typical English public house, it was quite large, painted white on the outside with the sign hanging prominently over the door. Inside, the décor was a mix of old English and modern. As Elaine was only recently allowed to work as a barmaid because of her age, for a few months she had filled in as a waitress-cum-general helper in the restaurant. On this particular night, she had stayed back late for one reason or another, getting to know the way of things behind the bar. Once her work was done the landlord, Mike, offered her a drink before she left. She accepted, and ended up sitting at the bar with a local guy called Martin. Both Mike and Martin were quite good looking guys, both in their late thirties, and she knew them quite well. Elaine was wearing a baggy T-shirt top, with red and white hoops and a white Ra-ra (multi-layered) style short skirt. She was sitting at the bar cross legged, her shapely thighs on display, both guys (Mike was standing behind the bar), focussing their attention on her. Her drink at the time was Vodka & Lemonade. The men plied her with a few of these, and before she knew it, she was getting a little slurry with her speech. She realised she was getting drunk and was about to voice her decision to leave, when Mike made a suggestion. "Tell you what," he said, "let's play a game of guess". Both Martin and Elaine looked at him so see what he had in mind. "Let’s see if Martin and I in turns can guess what colour knickers you've got on." Martin appeared greatly amused by this idea, but Elaine's extreme shock was blurred only, and quite significantly, by her drunkenness. "Well," said Martin, "I'm game if you are Elaine, how about it?" Before Elaine could even consider a reply, Mike had been to the till and returned with some money and placed it on the bar in front of her. "There's your wages for tonight by the way, and there's thirty more if you play along". Now, Elaine's wages for one night were only a tenner, so forty quid was a great temptation. She studied the money, while Martin watched her and Mike put another double vodka & lemonade in front of her. "Free drinks as well of course," he reported convincingly. Elaine studied the money for another moment, made her decision then took the money and placed it down her bra, then poured her old, half finished drink down her throat. She swallowed heavily. "OK then," she slurred, "So what's the rules then?" "Simple," Mike replied, "We take it in turns to guess the colour of your knickers, when one of us gets it right he gets a prize.” "That's easy enough," said Martin. Elaine had to think for a second to be sure she understood. She didn't think to ask what the prize would be. "What if they're patterned?" asked Martin. "Are they?" Mike asked Elaine. "Um, Yeah!" "Well, that's easy. We'll have to guess the pattern as well. You just tell us how many colours are involved, we'll do the rest". Again she had to think. Then she told them that there were two colours and the game began. The guessing went quite quickly, and very soon they had the colours white and pink discovered. All they had to do now was guess the pattern. It was only a matter of time, and eventually, after only a couple of minutes guessing, Martin got it right by declaring that her knickers were white with pink polka dots. After a small, congratulatory discussion, Mike, quite harshly Elaine thought, told her that she had to stand by the pool table and lift up her skirt giving them a full frontal view of her knickers to prove Martins guess was correct. "How else am I to know I was beaten for sure?" he said. He also, not subtly, reminded her about the forty quid in her bra. Mike's words and tone of voice were well judged, because Elaine felt she had no choice but to do as he said. Reluctantly she swung her legs from the stool, stood and walked the few paces to the pool table. Once there she turned to face them. She looked at them for a moment, not really knowing what to do. She wanted to get out of there but knew there was no escape, as both the doors were locked. Mike was in control of the situation. "Just take hold of the bottom of your skirt," he said, "and lift it up." It was more like a command, and she had taken the money, she had to do it. She bent slightly and grasped the bottom of her skirt with both hands. Then she stood straight and lifted her hands, with her skirt, to her breasts, revealing her little skimpy white knickers with pink polka dots. Mike and Martin got a little more than they had hoped for, because her knickers were practically transparent. They could quite clearly see the shadow of her pubes through the thin material. These were her favourite skimpy little knickers, and she was showing them off to these two men. Martin just stared in disbelief, but Mike, was greatly pleased by this turn of events. "Now stay there, while Martin collects his prize." Mike winked at Martin and nodded in Elaine's direction. Martin took his hint, and walked over to where Elaine stood. They looked at each other. "So what's this prize then?" Elaine asked, still holding up her skirt, almost too scared to hear the answer. She had always fancied Martin, in fact she had a crush on him as a thirteen year-old, but she had never dreamt of doing anything like this with him. "The prize my dear, is anything Martin wants it to be!" Mike answered her question. Then, as Mike watched, Martin, staring straight into her eyes, took his hand and slipped it slowly straight down the front of Elaine's knickers. Elaine's intake of breath seemed to echo around the bar, and although her initial reaction was to back away, she couldn't because of the pool table behind her. Her mouth opened to give forth a complaint of some sort, but before any sound could escape her, Martin had closed his mouth on hers, while his other arm held her firmly around her shoulders. While his tongue was at her mouth, she felt his fingers at her sex. As she felt the force of his mass engulfing her, she felt a finger enter her. He quite simply overpowered her entire being with his latent want. Then suddenly her resistance subsided and she wanted him too. She wanted his tongue, she wanted his size, she wanted his fingers. She wanted all of him. Not only did she surrender to him, she thrust herself at him. She held him, wanted him so badly that he couldn't have her soon enough. He sensed this sudden urgent need in her, withdrew his finger and pulled the material at her crotch which provided such a flimsy barrier. It tore easily and gave way. As she held him to her, she felt him fidget at his fly and release himself. Then she felt herself lifted, placed and arranged as he put her on the edge of the pool table, where he could see to her needs properly. She was hardly comfortable as he probed at her, found the correct angle then pushed inside. At this moment though, comfort didn't matter. She gasped as she held him so very tightly. He wasn't properly inside, but another couple of thrusts saw to that, and once he was there and his rhythm gained momentum, she began to come immediately. They couldn't fuck fast enough for either of them. As she came, gasping and crying out, she brought him on. She came long and hard, so, so long and hard that she didn't realise he was coming too, her own orgasm being too intense. But soon, oh too soon, it was over, for both of them. She held on to him, milking every last drop of tingling sensation as she ground herself against him. Finally she lay back on the pool table, eyes closed, with her legs hanging from the edge of the pool table limply. She could feel Martin heaving heavily above her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. She watched him for a second, but once he realised her eyes were open, he casually slipped out of her and stood up. He cast a lingering glance at her gaping crotch as he put himself away, then turned away to Mike who was coming around the bar. "I'm just gonna go and clean up," he told him. "OK," Mike replied. As Martin disappeared into the corridor which led to the toilets, Mike approached Elaine and stood over her. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked her, then without waiting for a reply he said, "I hope so, how about some more?" Without waiting for her answer he pulled her up onto her feet, turned her then arranged her back over the pool table, this time face down. Still rather numb from her session with Martin, she had little control over what was happening to her now, but strangely she didn’t mind. “Lift your skirt!” Mike told her. She could hear him fumbling behind her, then she heard his belt buckle rattle as his trousers were undone and slipped to the floor. She reached around behind her and complied with his command, raising her skirt and revealing her white teenage arse to the air, and him. Her cheeks were parted as Mike searched for her with his manhood in his hand, then he was there, and after a little probing he slipped easily inside her. Mike held onto her hips as he literally banged himself into her. She felt that it was only him holding onto her that was stopping her from being pushed through the pool table. He fucked her violently and incessantly. He wasn't the least bit concerned about her enjoyment. This was for his gratification only and although she was too numb to feel any real sensation from what was happening to her, she felt this to be an act of cleansing. This was the punishment she had to endure in return for the carnal and animalistic act she had enjoyed with Martin. Time and time again she felt Mike slamming at her, bruising the top of her thighs against the top of the pool table, paying penance with each thrust, until eventually the pounding became more and more defined as he slowed, grunting, as he pumped his seed into her, adding it to Martins. Now the forced, exaggerated thrusts were literally lifting her feet from the floor. Soon he was finished. Spent, he leant on the table over her catching his breath. She could feel him panting, slowly shrinking inside her. "Are you finished?” she asked him, now sober. "Yup," he replied, lifting himself off the table. He flopped out of her and she heard him lift his trousers then walk away. She knew that in Mike’s eyes, he had just had her, dominated her. Secretly she liked that. In her eyes, he had made her pay the penalty she deserved. Elaine pushed herself up, and rearranged her now well creased skirt into place. As she turned around, she was startled to see Martin sitting back at the bar, sipping at his drink. He had obviously been watching while Mike had taken her, and she became embarrassed. She wanted to leave. "Let me out please?" Mike simply walked off into the corridor, ignoring her. She looked at Martin. "Why don't you finish your drink first?" he asked her quietly. "I want to go, where's the key?" "By the till." She quickly retrieved the key and let herself out. The whole experience quite upset yet inexplicably thrilled Elaine. She cried as she ran all the way home, through a mixture of feelings she could neither decipher nor explain. But confused as she was, the immediate future was paved for her. Mike would see to that. Emergence Ch. 02 TWO In spite of her girlhood crush on him, Elaine never even came close to having sex with Martin again. That night in the pub certainly put paid to any immature ideas she may have had of a romantic affair with him. In fact, over future years Martin would hardly be able to look her in the face when saying hello. Often, he wouldn't even look her way. Mike however was a different matter. Elaine in her naiveté, expected him to release her from her job, and with that thought in mind, wasn't going to bother turning up for work the following weekend. It was only because of a chance meeting with him in the village shop during the week, when he told her he most definitely did want her back to work, that she decided to return. What he didn't tell her, was the fact that the scope of her tasks was to change dramatically, whether she liked it or not. Nothing untoward happened for about three weeks and she worked quite normally in the restaurant and more frequently the bar. In fact, she had almost forgotten the pool table episode, when suddenly one night when they were alone in the bar briefly, Mike told Elaine to go upstairs into his flat above the pub, and wait for him in the lounge. He said he wanted to talk to her, but that he would be up in about two minutes. As soon as she nodded her understanding, he walked away from her, leaving her next to no chance of asking what she was going upstairs for. She did as he asked however, and as she climbed the narrow stairs to his flat she began to feel a knot in her stomach. Realisation of what he might be about to ask her to do was washing over her. Pictures of his possible intent began to form in her mind, but as she was about to find out, it was going to be much worse than she could have imagined. She reached the decision point to turn and make her way back down the stairs as she entered the lounge. As she turned to leave she noticed a large envelope placed prominently on the coffee table. Something about it caught her eye and she turned into the room for a closer look. The large beige envelope was addressed to her mother in Mike's handwriting. Guessing (quite rightly as it turned out) that whatever was in the envelope was the subject he wanted to speak about, she picked it up. It wasn't sealed, so presuming she was going to see the contents anyway, she opened it and looked at the photograph that was inside. Suddenly nauseous, she felt the blood drain from her face as her stomach turned upside down within itself. She dropped the photograph and the envelope onto the coffee table and fell, rather than sat into the settee behind her. Glaring at her from the table was a colour photo of two people having sex over a pool table. The photograph had missed the man’s face completely, and it could have been anybody. Although the girls face wasn't entirely shown, there could be no doubt as to who it was. The mother of the girl would know instantly, and it was equally obvious to anyone who knew the pub, where it had been taken. She sat staring at the photo. Her mind was in turmoil. What if her mother saw it? How many copies were there? How was it taken without her knowing? Had it all been planned from the outset? So many questions on her mind, so many different things could happen if news of this got out. She was so dazed, so completely shocked at the image, that she hadn't heard Mike come up the stairs. He saw instantly from the doorway, that he had achieved the desired affect and announced his presence. "Good photo isn't it?” Elaine shook with surprise at his sudden presence. She stared at him. "I like the way that even though your face isn't showing, it's just so obviously you. Nobody could possibly mistake it could they?" Mike continued. She stared at him in disbelief, how could he be so cruel? What had she ever done to deserve this from him? Tears began to well up in her eyes. She sniffed heavily and wiped her eyes, trying not to break into uncontrollable tears, but it was too late. Before she knew it, she was sobbing into her hands. Mike left her to cry, and returned some minutes later once she had regained her composure a little. He had with him a filled glass which he placed on the coffee table before her. "Here, it's a Vodka & Lemonade,” he told her softly, “to soothe your nerves." She stared at him through her tear-swelled eyes. She hated him. She watched him as he went to a drawer in a desk on the other side of the room, delved into it momentarily then returned and sat in the identical settee opposite her. In his hand was a wad of ten pound notes. He counted out two piles of fifty onto the table then put the rest into his hip pocket and sat back down. "Have some of your drink Elaine,” he said, “we have much to talk about." She knew Mike well enough to tell by the look on his face that he was quite serious. A feeling of great apprehension arose in her. She could tell that whatever was on Mike's mind was not going to be a great deal of fun for her. She glanced again at the photo on the table, then at the money and then at Mike. She felt like she was going to die. She didn't touch the drink; she didn't have the stomach for it. "I’m assuming," Mike began anyway, "that you fully understand the meaning of that photograph, Elaine." He paused for effect, not that he needed to. "It would simply be too easy for that envelope, or another like it, to slip silently through your letter box early one morning, and believe me, Elaine, there are others." He paused again, then added, "Tell me you understand." She looked at him and nodded. She couldn't speak. The feeling of sickness and revulsion were thick in her stomach. Mike seemed to sense this and removed the photo and envelope. He placed them in the original drawer and returned to his seat. He began to tell her what this was all about. He spoke quite deliberately so as not to be misunderstood. "I have a special job for you, one which requires you to look your very best. One pile of money, fifty pounds, is for you to go into town, and buy yourself some new underwear. Make it really sexy, but not necessarily too racy. The choice is yours, spend as much or as little of the fifty as you like, the rest is yours. Oh and get yourself some matching shoes too, I do like the look of a girl in underwear and shoes. Are you with me so far?" She nodded, guessing full well that the worst must be yet to come. He continued. "Next Saturday night, two - let's call them potential partners - are coming to have a look at the place, the pub I mean. Now, it's very possible that I might be able to persuade them to put quite a lot of money into this place and really get things going here, so it's very important that we make the right impression on them, O.K.?" Mike looked at Elaine to see that she was following him, she nodded her understanding. She felt she could guess her part in the night’s entertainment. "Your job, initially, will be to serve the food and drinks for the three of us in the restaurant. You are to work exclusively to our table. Now, they may want to look around the place before the meal or after it, but either way, once we've finished, I'll bring them up here to talk over the details of our ....partnership." Mike held up his hands and imitated speech marks around the final word. He continued: "Once we're up here, you are to continue serving drinks as required. Just hang around in the background, waiting for my signal to get more drinks. Are you still with me?" Elaine nodded. "Eventually, when I think the time is right,” Mike continued again, “I will tell you to get a tray-full of about three or four drinks each, including some for you if you like, O.K.?" Again Elaine nodded. "Now, when you come back with the drinks this time, you are to be wearing only the underwear you've bought, with the shoes. I'll invite you to join us and we'll go from there. Now, is all of that quite clear?" That churning feeling in Elaine's stomach had returned. She felt physically sick. She nodded to Mike, knowing full well what "Going from there" was going to entail. She also knew full well what the other options were, and there weren't that many of them that bore thinking about. Her complete humiliation however, was not going to wait until next Saturday. Mike sat forward in his chair, reached out and pushed the coffee table off to one side. He looked at her for a moment, then spoke. "Now then. About the other fifty quid on the table." She glanced at it, then looked back at him. "Oh god, what now," she thought. "We found out the other week that you know how to fuck, but I want to be sure that you know how to suck as well." She stared at him in horror as he stood, took a couple of paces toward her, then when he was right in front of her, his crotch in front of her face, he undid the fly in his trousers. She stared up at him. "The other fifty quid is for your performance between now and the end of next Saturday night. Part one is for you to learn how to suck cock, and I'm going to teach you. Right now!" * What colour have you chosen for Saturday night?" Elaine shook with fright. She spun around to face him. He had caught her alone in the pub’s back kitchen. "What?" she asked in sheer panic, such was her shock. Mike repeated the question, speaking quietly so that only she would hear. She looked at him, bewildered for a moment, then realised what he meant. She hesitated, hating the helplessness she felt at having to do as he said. But do as he said she must. It would have destroyed her relationship with her mother if she knew about Elaine's frolics with Mike and Martin weeks before. "Black," she answered him, hoping she had chosen well. "Good," he smiled, "An excellent choice." He seemed genuinely pleased that she had followed his instructions, not that she had any other choice. "Did you get any matching shoes?" He asked. "No, not yet. I'm going into town again today to get the last of it," she replied. She was startled how normally he was talking to her. It seemed amazing to her that they could be behaving quite normally up front with what was going on behind the scenes. "Remember," he told her, "you don't need to do too much. Simple skimpy underwear can be equally as sexy as all the Basque's and stockings in the world. It's how you carry them off that counts." He went to walk away, then stopped and turned to face her. "It's how it comes off as well." He added. Then he chuckled as he walked away. * Saturday arrived all too soon for Elaine, but then it was always going to. She didn't know whether to wish for the time to go very slowly, but then spend all that time dreading Saturday night’s arrival, or whether to hope that Saturday night would hurry up and be over with. Sunday morning seemed like the light at the end of a very long tunnel, such was the pressure mounting on her young shoulders. If only Mike knew of the stress he was putting her through, maybe he would sympathise with her and call the whole thing off. The trouble was, she didn't dare confront him about it for fear of what he might say, or even worse what he might do. She even considered coming clean and telling her mother everything. But when she considered all the options, the cleanest escape she could make from the whole sorry affair, was to see it all through to its tawdry end with no-one any the wiser. She convinced herself that this was the wisest move, even though she knew that Mike might not stop at just one "Performance" as he had come to call it. The night, when it arrived, started with what Elaine considered as a bit of a bonus. She had pictured in her minds eye, the two partners that Mike had spoken of as being two scruffy, dirty old men. They actually turned out to be well dressed, well turned out men, both appearing to be in their mid to late thirties. Both of them also, could be described as moderately good looking. As soon as they arrived, Mike took them to the restaurant. They sat at the table with the best view and Mike introduced Elaine to them, but not them to her. He mentioned that she would be "looking after them" throughout the evening. They ate a four course meal, Elaine serving them impeccably throughout. At the end of the final course, as Elaine was serving drinks, she heard Mike suggest to them his plan of looking around the pub then moving upstairs for more drinks, where they could talk business. He also mentioned to them that he had some "private, late night entertainment" lined up for them, before they retired to ready made up rooms for the night. They agreed to his plan, intrigued, and once Mike had instructed Elaine to serve drinks upstairs in about fifteen minutes, the three men moved off to view the establishment. It was twenty five minutes before they arrived upstairs and Elaine, having been taught well in the art of serving, had made sure the drinks were fresh. Once in the lounge, Mike made sure that both guests, (Reg and Roger, Elaine had learnt their names during their conversations through the evening) were sitting alone, each in one of the three seat settees, situated opposite each other around the coffee table, with Mike sitting alone at the end of the large coffee table with the best view of the room. It was now twenty past nine. By half past ten, all the details of the arrangement had been discussed, and the three men were quite happily having a conversation about general topics. At five past eleven Mike had obviously decided the time was right, and told Reg and Roger that as the bar was closing, he would get Elaine to supply a tray load of drinks to last for a while. Reg, on Mike's right, suggested that as they were all drinking shorts with mixers, she simply bring up a bottle of everything being used. Mike agreed that it was a good idea and nodded his approval to Elaine and added, "You know what to do Elaine, don't you?" She nodded and left the room. Here goes, she thought. From Mike's seat in the lounge, he had about two seconds warning when someone was going to enter the room. This enabled him to take both the men's attention away from the door as Elaine approached, so he could announce her arrival for the final time. As she entered the lounge, she heard him say: "And now gentlemen, for that late night entertainment I spoke of!" She entered carrying the tray laden with the required bottles, and a glass for herself. She could hear her heart pounding, and her legs felt like jelly as she placed the tray on the table and stood, clasping her hands in front of her. All three men were staring at her. She wore a low cut camisole top with thin spaghetti straps, which stopped above her navel, and a pair of French style knickers with high sides. The set had a silky finish and was black with large pink and white flowers sparsely scattered over it. Together with the matching black shoes, with as high a heel as she could still walk in, she looked fantastic. Mike's smile said it all. He was immensely pleased. Reg and Roger simply stared, feeding their eyes on her. Reg was the first to look back at Mike, who simply nodded back in Elaine's direction. Reg took his cue and reached out to Elaine smiling, offering to take her hand, which she tentatively gave. He then led her to sit at his right, closely beside him. She sat forward in the seat, anxiously hesitant to get too close. The men again fed their eyes on her. Elaine attempted to control the sheer terror she felt by pouring herself a large neat vodka, half of which she drank in a single gulp. Mike broke the silence. "This is not the usual sort of entertainment I lay on for the regulars, you understand?" Both men nodded back to him. "But, as tonight is a special occasion,” he continued, “I thought the entertainment should be equally special. Tonight, Elaine is the entertainment. She's being paid, and within reason she'll do whatever you want. Isn't that right Elaine?" He looked to her for a reply. "Yes!" She answered nervously, Reg, sitting on her left looked back at her. She looked at him and after a couple of seconds his eyes dropped and focused on her chest. Then she watched him as his left hand reached out slowly and cupped her left breast. He began to squeeze and kneed it slowly through the smooth material, feeling the nipple harden involuntarily in his hand. "Very nice." He let out a low sigh. "Reg," Mike interrupted, "why don't you sit back and let Elaine show you what I taught her the other day?" Elaine and Reg both looked at Mike, but each of their thoughts couldn't have been more different. Reg smiled and sat back, releasing Elaine's breast as he did so. He had an idea that he knew what she was about to do and slid himself down into the seat some more. Elaine's glance toward Mike was one of helpless resignation. She began to feel that she would be under his spell forever, and that there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. This feeling of complete helplessness consumed her, as she reached for Reg's fly. Mike's tuition had been first class and Elaine quickly released Reg's hardening cock, and was soon gently masturbating it to it's full size. Reg made himself more comfortable by undoing his trousers and slipping them down his legs a little while his cock, poking out through the front of his boxer shorts, reached full hardness under Elaine's careful manipulation. Roger sat forward in his seat to get a better view as Elaine altered her position, sitting back on the settee and leaning onto Reg's lap, draping her left arm over him while her right hand kept a hold on his hardness. Once moved, her face was now inches from his manhood and as she continued to wank him she tensed herself for the task ahead. When she was ready, she held his foreskin back, opened her mouth and lowered it onto his hardened cock. The three men watched intently as she bobbed her head up and down on him quite expertly, the odd slurping noise escaping from her. Quite cleverly she thought, she was using all the little tips that Mike had given her to speed him on his way, and it wasn't very long at all, before she was beginning to feel those little tell-tale thrusts that a man involuntarily produces as he's about to come. She knew that now was the time to turn up the tempo, so she increased the speed of her head, but concentrated her lips and tongue only around the bell-end of his cock. Mike had taught her that this was the most receptive area to oral stimulation at this point and he seemed to be right as Reg very quickly began to spurt his seed into her mouth. She had to concentrate hard on her breathing and swallowing as Reg took over the tempo and held her head while he fucked his cock deeply in and out of her mouth, grunting with each sharp, orgasmic thrust. To Elaine it seemed ages before this forced thrusting came to a halt, but at last he released her head and she freed herself from his grasp. She sat up and quickly took a large gulp from her glass, finishing the drink to clear the taste from her mouth. Then, remembering the final thing that Mike had taught her in the art of giving head, she returned to Reg's lap and wanked the final drops of juice from his cock as she gently licked and sucked him clean, swallowing the results. Once finished, she replaced his slowly deflating cock back inside his shorts, sat up and refilled her drink, taking a mouthful instantly to again disperse the taste. It was Mike's voice that broke the silence. "So Roger, name your pleasure my friend. Let's not stop now we've got started." Elaine finished her drink and replaced the glass on the table. She could feel the alcohol working on her, and especially now, as things were under way, she didn't feel so bad. It was as if, to a certain extent, she had switched off emotionally. She looked across the coffee table at Roger to see what he was going to say. He was still sitting on the edge of his settee, watching her. Emergence Ch. 02 "Come here," he said. It was a command, not a request. Elaine hesitated, sensing a degree of malice in his voice. Then, after a couple of seconds or so, got up and walked around the coffee table and stood before him. He reached out with both hands and took hold of her hips, pulling her one step closer so she was standing between his legs. He slowly and deliberately slid both his hands up her sides and under her top allowing them to move around her front and come to rest on her breasts. He began to squeeze and mould them quite firmly, causing both her nipples to harden almost instantly. Once he was happy that her nipples were fully hard, he removed his hands and looked up at her face. "Kneel down," he told her. Again, she hesitated, but complied after a couple of seconds, using his legs as support as she lowered herself to her knees. She looked at him. "Lift your top up, I want to see them." Her gaze remained on him as she lifted her hands, took hold of the bottom of her top then raised it slowly up over her chest, revealing her breasts to him. He looked at them then cupped them in his hands again. He began to stroke and fondle them once more, occasionally flicking or pinching the nipples gently to maintain their hardness. He looked back at her face smiling appreciatively. "They are indeed very nice," he told her. "Thank you," she replied. "Take it off." He indicated to her with an upward nod. His hands remained on her breasts as Elaine continued the upward movement, removing the top completely. She let it fall to the floor beside her and lowered her hands to her sides. They stared into each others eyes for a few seconds, and she thought she saw his eyes soften slightly. But then, as if to disguise the fact, he removed his hands from her and sat back on the seat. As he undid his flies and then his belt and button, he told her quite coldly, that to start with he wanted some of what Reg had just had. "And then we'll go on from there," he added. Elaine saw that Roger was wearing briefs and that beneath them his cock was already hard. She looked at the bulge in them. His cock seemed from this viewpoint to be somewhat larger than Reg's . "Stroke it," Roger told her. She responded to his words and began to stroke his hardness through the material. Immediately his cock twitched to her touch. After a moment or two, Roger lifted his hips and indicated to her to pull his briefs down. She took hold of the elastic at their sides and pulled them gently down his thighs with his trousers, watching as his large cock sprang into view. It was indeed the largest one she had seen. Once his trousers and briefs were down beyond his knees, she left them, hesitating for a moment, before leaning forward into his lap, taking his cock in her hand. Roger murmured approval as she began to slowly wank him, fascinated by the size of it. For a moment she wasn't too sure if she would be able to get it into her mouth, then she found herself wondering what it would feel like inside her. All told she had had sex with about half a dozen men and boys up to this point, and this was the biggest yet. She was watching it intently, as her hand moved the foreskin up and down over the large head. She was brought back to the moment by Roger's voice. "Suck it." This again was not a request. The tone in his voice suggested that she had better do as he said. She wasn't sure of the consequence if she didn't, but she didn't want to take the chance of finding out. She leant forward some more and gently stretched her lips to slide his bulbous head between them. Holding just the head of his cock inside her mouth, she let her tongue work around him gently, then after a few seconds began to bob her head up and down, again concentrating only on the head. As she worked on him, she slowly took more and more of him into her mouth until at last his cock was reaching the furthest back she could get it without gagging. She still had only about two-thirds of his cock in her mouth, but she was able to develop a good rhythm, which if Roger's occasional murmurs were anything to go by, meant she was producing at least a satisfactory service. "O.K. Elaine, stop that," he told her. She took his manhood from her mouth and looked up at him, wondering if this was it. It was. "Stand up!" Using his knees as support, she did. Then with no warning, as he sat forward, Roger moved his right hand and placed it straight between her legs, cupping her sex. She jumped back half a pace, surprised by his sudden move. "Come here." He stared up at her. He seemed annoyed. She hesitated for a moment. "Do as you're told." He raised his voice, speaking to her like she was a schoolgirl. It had the desired effect, and she stepped forward towards him. He replaced his hand and began to quite firmly stroke her there. "Are you wet?" "Yes". She knew she was, it was unavoidable. "Take them off". He removed his hand. The humiliation she felt at this moment, was far worse than anything she had ever experienced. This may as well have been rape, such was the amount of control she had over the situation. With the luxury of hindsight, she realised later, that if she had simply run from the room, grabbed her things from the upstairs kitchen where she had left them, and ran home, nothing more would probably ever have been said. But she didn't have hindsight. With no similar experiences to draw from, she was trapped, totally helpless and alone. It felt to her, to be more demeaning to have to remove them herself. She wouldn't even have the comfort of knowing that they had been taken from her. She was having to surrender them herself, being forced to give everything freely. So here, in this room with these three men, she took down her last vital remaining defence, this flimsy barrier of material, which until this moment had been the saviour of her soul. As she dropped her knickers to the floor, she couldn't help feeling that she was lowering her own vanquished flag. She didn't have time to dwell on her defeat though. The moment she had stood upright, Roger had replaced his hand on her cunt, and wasted no time in penetrating her outer folds. "You are indeed very wet!" he told her, without looking up. Quickly, he found her clitoris, causing her to gasp and shudder involuntarily as he did so. He played there for only a couple of seconds, then slid his fingers down, searching for her entrance. His middle finger quickly slipped up and inside her. He buried it in her as far as he could then frigged her slowly for a few seconds after which he removed his hand. Now he was convinced of her wetness, he took hold of her hips and literally pulled her on top of him. If she hadn't realised that he wanted her to straddle him, she would have fallen on him in a heap. But luckily, she caught hold of the back of the settee and managed to hold herself upright. Roughly, he arranged her how he wanted her, managed some penetration and attempted to fuck her from below. Very soon though, he realised that it wasn't going to work. It was painful for her, and he obviously wasn't getting the right friction. "Get off, get on the floor!" he barked at her, losing his patience and indicating the floor to his left. She managed to scramble from him and got down on her back at the open end of the room, beyond the table from Mike. Roger knelt between her legs and undid his shirt and tie, pulling them off completely. Then he positioned himself over her so that he could get decent penetration, and without waiting, he did immediately. She felt his large cock fill her, but had no time to enjoy the sensation as he very quickly got himself into a swift tempo. Un-concerned about her enjoyment, he laid into her with his cock, holding on to her shoulders. He was pulling her downwards as if to meet each thrust. He forced his mouth upon hers, kissing her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She could taste the whisky on him and it made her want to heave, but she managed to stop herself. She deliberately kept her eyes closed most of the time, but when she did open them, he either stared down at her chest, watching her breasts shuddering with each of his forced thrusts, or he glared impassively into her eyes, as if to re-enforce the fact that he was doing this simply for his own pleasure. Elaine was thankful for the fact that he was finished quickly, grunting, almost snarling obscenely as he came inside her. She could honestly say she had got no enjoyment from him at all, a fact which both pleased, yet strangely disappointed her at the same time. Roger lifted himself from her, raised his trousers and gathered his other clothes before heading off towards the toilet. Elaine began to lift herself up but Mike told her to stay exactly as she was. She didn't realise it now, but he was enjoying exercising his control over her by making her lay there naked, legs akimbo, with Roger’s spunk beginning to ooze from within her. She felt herself flush as both Reg and Mike simply sat and watched her quietly. Soon Roger returned, redressed, and Mike told Elaine to go to the loo if she wished, but to return quickly and remain naked. She did as she was told, hoping, unrealistically she realised, that they might all have fallen asleep by the time she returned. It was not to be, and even before she returned to the lounge, she could hear their voices laughing about something or other. As she entered the room, their conversation continued. Mike gestured to her to go to him, and when she did, he made her sit on his lap slightly to the left facing the room, so his left arm was around her and his right hand could, as it quickly did, fall onto her breasts. He began caressing them in turn, enjoying their silky roundness, making the nipples harden once more. He was completely at ease with the situation and continued the conversation with Roger and Reg as he fondled her. Elaine found herself becoming aroused. With hindsight she later realised her arousal was probably caused by a heady mixture of this almost total disregard for her, but for this purely sexual way, together with the concentrated and obviously practiced attention that Mike was administering to her now increasingly heaving chest. With her increased arousal came certain obvious fidgets, which betrayed her current receptive state. Mike knew the signs, and when he saw them he reacted, sliding his hand down over her belly and through her bush, cupping her mound and sliding two of his fingers inside her folds as she involuntarily opened her legs to him. She wanted this now, and regardless of the other two watching, she needed it. Mike immediately began to slide his fingers up and down within her, occasionally paying brief attention to her clitoris as he swiftly, masterfully brought her towards climax. She turned her face into his neck, holding onto his shoulder, almost sobbing as her orgasm erupted within her. He continued the ministrations, allowing her to fulfil herself on his hand while she could. All too soon it was finished and Mike, only concerned for the kick he got from bringing her off like that, soon made his own requirements clear. "I want to fuck you now," he told her, coldly. "On your knees." He indicated to the near end of the settee that Roger was occupying. She climbed off his lap, obeying quickly. She just wanted this whole thing to be over. "It won't be long now," she was telling herself. Very quickly Mike was behind her, opening her legs so that he could kneel between them. She could hear him unfastening himself, and lowering his clothes. Soon she could feel his manhood probing at her, and very quickly after that, he was fully inside. He fucked her very similarly to the way he had over the pool table, quickly and without regard for her own enjoyment. He probably thought he had already done enough for her with his hand. He came quickly and without fuss, and as he withdrew and she thought it might all be over, he sat down on the settee beside her and ordered that she suck him clean. So not only now, did she have to remove his juices from him, but hers as well. Just as she moved across and buried her head into his lap, Roger decided that he wanted to fuck her again while she was in this position. She found it difficult to concentrate on Mike as Roger quite forcibly fucked her from behind. She could feel Mike's cock twitching as she licked and sucked at him, trying to regain full hardness, but Mike decided before long that it wasn't to be, and once Roger had come again, spilling his seed into her once more, he told her to leave him alone and see if Reg wanted any more. Reg, having watched all the recent action, said that he did, but that if the other two didn't mind too much, he would like to take her to bed with him. Mike's reply was courteous, telling Reg to do as he pleased. Roger's, on the other hand, was quite rude and insulting towards her. Reg, smiling, told Elaine to gather her things indicating the lingerie strewn over the room. When she had, he led her by the hand to his bedroom, as directed by Mike. Once there, although he did want sex, he was actually very well behaved towards her, treating her well as he fucked her, just once, in the missionary position. He even made an effort to make her come, but it was beyond her at this time. Once he was finished, Elaine asked him if she could go, and he said she could. She re-dressed in the lingerie, and left the room without a word. The lights in the lounge were low, but she could see enough to know that it was empty. A wave of relief swept through her. There was an envelope on the coffee table which she casually scanned the surface of. It had her name on it and she picked it up and looked inside. She couldn't tell how much, but there was money inside. Suddenly she felt a wave of nausea build up inside her and she threw the envelope back onto the table in disgust. She left the lounge, and went through to the upstairs kitchen where she had left her other clothes. Roger was there. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw him. He was sat up in a chair, obviously waiting for her. His head was slumped down onto his chest, and his left arm was hanging limply at his side with a glass still in his grasp, it's contents laying spilled on the floor. Elaine breathed again, he was asleep. Silently she removed her things into the hallway, where she swiftly dressed, silently praying that he wouldn't awake. As she headed for the stairs she couldn't resist taking one last look at him. The revulsion she felt arose in her and suddenly she was decided. Her final thought as she retrieved the envelope from the lounge and pushed it into her coat pocket was: "Fuck 'em".