2 comments/ 25526 views/ 3 favorites Currency Ch. 01 By: cityoflights FOR CLARIFICATION - ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. ENJOY! ---------------------------------------- She stumbled into a room, blindly being shoved by a large, hoarse man. The room was decadent to say the least, with plush velvet covering the 2 chairs in front of a dark cherry desk. Beyond that desk sat the most feral man she had even seen. She gasped when she encountered his searing eyes, burned bright green against the light emitted from the candles on his desk. Clearly it was his desk; he oozed command over his surroundings. Even the harsh man who had brought her into this hellhole shivered in his presence. 'Well Rick, what do we have here?' the man practically growled the words out, taking in her plain black dress and young, firm body. 'I found her alone on the street, I figured she'd please our clients tremendously, Vincent, sir.' stated the supposed Rick, the bully who had drugged her with a sweet smelling substance and consequently dragged her in this menacing office. 'Pleasing to the eye she certainly is' Vincent replied with a condescending smile, and stood up. She could make out his intimidating size, outlined in a precise black dress shirt and black dress pants. 'Honey, what's your name?' She stared at him mutely. Rick jabbed her in the side to prompt an answer when the feral man raised an ebony tinted eyebrow. She managed to stammer out, 'Let me go, I'm nobody', and was greeted with Vincent's laughter. 'Sweetie, that's not what I asked, is it?' Vincent had begun the slow descent around his desk, and came to stand directly in front of her. She instinctively tried to back away, but Rick pushed her towards Vincent. She caught a whiff of sandalwood and musk before he lifted her chin to look at him, stating, 'and I'm not gonna ask again, and you're not gonna like it if you don't answer.' She stared at him mutely once more, trembling, with her hands tied behind her back. He was getting impatient, and nodded to Rick. The next thing she knew, Rick grabbed her bound wrists and hauled her to the side of the room, where a hook waited for her. A sense of intense fear grasped her, and she attempted to fight against the foul smelling man, but to no avail. He slapped her across the face once, and attached her bound wrists to the hook. She was hazy, this all was; she hardly felt the hit. 'Now now Ricky boy, don't want the goods damaged before we even sell them, do we?' Vincent had rolled up his sleeves, revealing large tanned forearms teaming with protruding veins. She fought against the hook, but her wrists were firmly stretched above her head. Her whole body had turned taut, stretched beyond her limits. Maybe a hint of foreshadowing as to what's to come? With this despicable thought, again she began to plead. 'Please let me go! I don't belong here, I have a family. They'll pay my ransom! They'll find me missing soon enoug-' she cried, pushing the words from a dry throat. 'Rick, leave the room please.' Vincent said, clearly unaffected by the display. Rick took one last look at the girl, and licked his slimy lips. Then he shut the door closed, and the sound resonated throughout the room. 'Please sir, if it's money you want..' she tried pleading again. He slapped her across the face. 'If it is money I want, then it is money I shall get. Which I will, when I sell you to some old man who will enjoy your luscious lips sucking his cock' he replied crudely, holding her head in place to face him. When she paled in colour and visibly stopped fighting his touch, he continued, 'Not a pretty fate for such a pretty girl indeed. Now what is your name? And don't start whining again, that's not how it works here.' The girl stared at him wide eyed, so overwhelmed by everything at once. His eyes made hers feel feverish and she whispered 'Elizabeth'. 'So Elizabeth, are you a virgin?' She gaped at him. Vincent was getting tired of her already -- did she not understand who was the boss here? He lowered his hands to her throat, squeezing it like a sick caress. 'Come to your senses, and get out of your pathetic self pity, or else I'll just give you more grievances to add to your list.' She managed to shake her head, words refusing to come out of her throat as his hands tightened maliciously. As soon as she answered, he stopped. He gave her a warm smile, as if he was trying to make her feel comfortable, and lowered his hands to the top of her dress. On that note, he took the material, and ripped it straight in half. She gasped, trying to force air into her overheated body, his gaze was like fire. "Sweetheart, before you beg and plead, realize that it'll get you no where you want to be." His voice vibrated across the room, across her skin. She kept her mouth shut, feeling real, heart stopping fear for the first time in her life. She watched him examine her, taking in her little uncovered breasts and small black panties. He smiled ferociously, trailing a finger from her lips to her navel, which made her nipples harden. Elizabeth flushed furiously, seeing the way his eyes blazed at her body's reaction. Whenever he trailed his finger, it felt like fire. "Nice" he said drily, "your body is young, and unused. A sure favourite amongst our clients. Consider this a nice little training session of what's to come." "Clients?" Elizabeth stammered the only word she had heard in that whole sentence, her eyes widening as he cupped her little breasts. He didn't respond to her, only rubbed her hard nipples with the pads of his thumbs. A shock went straight to her stomach, she moaned despite herself. He was exquisitely gentle, and knowing that he did not have to be, made it so much more erotic. She wondered why she was moaning, why she was humiliating herself in front of a man who was appraising her like a piece of meat for sale. Her thoughts didn't last long, as he bent to slowly suck one of her distended nipples. "You're different than the others," he murmured, "there's something about your scent, your body heat. Men like responsive woman, you're sure to fetch a high price." She quivered as he bit her nipple harshly, and then lapped it with his tongue. She tried to restrain her moans, but it was hopeless. Her semi drugged state made her strangely pliable. His other hand moved to her panties, and began to fondle her through the silky material. "Are you wet?" he asked, moving up to slowly suck at her neck. She needed to stop debasing herself in front of this large man, whose face resembled that of the most handsome devil. "I won't answer your questions if you don't answer mine" she said in vain, her clitoris coming alive with sensations she had only felt when she had touched herself. This answer wasn't well received -- he slapped her whole pussy, hard. She yelped at the strangely pleasant sensation, and he did it again. "Sweetheart, stop acting like an insolent child, you're trying my patience" He said, punctuating each couple of words with a well placed slap to her pussy. She never had a man touch her there, and any contact seemed to have the desired effect -- she could feel moisture trickling between her folds. "Are you wet?" He asked again, returning to soothing the flesh he had just attacked, his other hand roughly massaging her breast. Surely he could feel the moisture on her panties? She refused the answer, once again trying to restrain herself, remain cold. The aftermath of being drugged made this hazy, her body was coiling inside and it was a strange feeling of not enough. He slapped her pussy again, prompting her to force her eyes wide open. Then she noticed it -- a mirror facing her. There she was, in the remains of her dress, neck covered in blotchy red spots from his incessant sucking, breasts flushed and eyes wild. He followed her eyes, and smiled. Suddenly he let go of her -- she almost begged him to return. He stared her down intensely in the mirror. Her lips parted, an escaped sigh lingering in the air. His hands had found their natural resting spots on her young body; one was continuously rubbing at the woman's poor, raw clitoris while the other played at her right nipple. She moaned anew and trembled. The sound of her bound wrists' chains against the ceiling rattled. She watched the dark shadowy figure of the man continue to stimulate her to a point where her body was firing electrical signals to anywhere it would listen. She was almost ready to collapse, and her eyes rolled back into her head. He whispered, his voice carrying in the candle lit room harshly, 'Open your eyes sweetheart', a mockery of the affectionate atmosphere that the dim glow allotted the room. Her eyes were refusing to accommodate him, preferring the relative solace of darkness. He removed the hand off her abused clit, and she sighed gently in relief. The relief was short lived however; he slapped her hard across her ass with a velocity that forced her eyes to bulge open and her mouth to release horrid sounds. He glared at her in the mirror, his chest muscles gleaming with sweat and his erection straining towards her. Then, an infuriating smile played with his lips as he moved his hand to her other nipple. Both his hands now covered her little breasts. The sheer size of the man's hands only intensified the perception of the command he held over her. He moved to stand behind her, and she could feel the pressure of his hard penis on her lower back. He swooped down to nuzzle her neck and whisper 'I'll be sad to go when it's time to sell you off'. He applied one last pinch to her nipples simultaneously and she exploded under his gaze, her body covered in nothing but sweat and her soaking panties. "Now try to deny me that you're soaking wet, please. Humour me Elizabeth." He laughed drily, suddenly pulling her panties off, causing air to rush against her hot, wet skin. She practically came again, just from that feeling alone. The panties fell to her ankles, and she groaned at the sensations everywhere. Here she was, in a place that seemed secluded from reality, with a man who used her body as a tool of instilling pain and pleasure -- calling it all a lesson. This was only just the beginning of the night. Currency Ch. 02 FOR CLARIFICATION - ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. ENJOY! ______________________________________ RECAP: "Now try to deny me that you're soaking wet, please. Humour me Elizabeth." He laughed drily, suddenly pulling her panties off, causing air to rush against her hot, wet skin. She practically came again, just from that feeling alone. The panties fell to her ankles, and she groaned at the sensations everywhere. Here she was, in a place that seemed secluded from reality, with a man who used her body as a tool of instilling pain and pleasure -- calling it all a lesson. This was only just the beginning of the night. ______________________________________ It turned out to be the end of it too. Elizabeth woke up groggily in a bed. She had a pounding headache. Upon opening her eyes, she discovered it became even worse. The light in the room poured from glass windows. Her mind slowly put it all together, and she realized exactly where she was. She struggled to sit up, to see what there was beyond the window. Where was she?! Her wrists were bound with silk, yet the soft material could not camouflage the angry bruises underneath. It came flooding back to her in a vicious wave of pictures. Last night, she has been hooked by her wrists to the ceiling. Last night, she had debased herself in front of the vilest man she had ever known. Well, that was a given, considering these sort of men would kill you once they were done, so you only really encountered them once. These laughable thoughts forced her to put up more of a fight against the fabric, which was connected to the corner of the bed. Her headache made her weak and nauseous, lightheaded enough to feel like she was floating -- even though she was securely tied down. Her mouth opened to its own accord, and convulsions racked her sore body. She was dry heaving, producing nothing but the taste of acid on her tongue. "Don't think about it bitch, those are 400 dollar silk sheets," a soft, pretty voice drawled from behind her. The tone of voice was so at odds with what the woman had said that Elizabeth wanted to laugh anew. Her body convulsed again, the dry heaving spurred on by her dry laughter. She heard an exasperated sigh behind her, and then felt the slap on her face. The woman was now standing in front of her, maliciously eyeing the red mark on her face. This one had hurt -- Elizabeth assumed the drugs had finally worn off. "Who the fuck are you?" Elizabeth managed to ground out, ashamed to finally realize she was naked in front of the woman. The expensive silk sheets were rubbing against her bare side, soothing the bruises on her hip. Her short term memory was mostly a blur, punctuated by her climax. It made her feel dirty inside. "No one you should be talking to like that," the woman replied, looking ready to strike her again. She refrained however, and instead tugged on a strand of her golden hair sharply. "Your hair is disgusting, as are you." She snared when she talked. Elizabeth finally focused on the woman's face, and gasped. There was a long, red scar running down the side of her face, effectively almost cutting through her left eye, but not quite. The woman noticed her staring and back handed her face again, screaming "why the fuck are you gasping like an innocent little bitch? This will happen to you too if you don't get your fucking ass cleaned up!" "The master is already not pleased with your dumb ass, passing out like a stupid little girl last night. Don't push it again, and don't you dare cry!" the woman was relentless in her shrieking. Elizabeth's head would not stop pounding. Elizabeth closed her eyes, trying to effectively manage the pain, but it was pointless. The bonds loosened around her wrists and she opened in her eyes in surprise. The woman stood there with a wicked knife in her hand, and pointed it at her. "I'm gonna mark you up sooner than you'd like if you don't get up and into the shower!" Elizabeth understood the knife despite the strange woman's words falling on ears deafened by the rush of blood in her head. The woman grasped her wrist and pulled her up. She then thrust her into a luxurious looking bathroom, and pointed the knife savagely at the shower. "Now now Maria, you know that we don't harm the cattle." That voice -- Elizabeth's eyes grew frantic and her breathe stopped. No doubt it was green eyes perusing her naked flesh. The gaze made her skin crawl, and she grew even more frantic when she realized it was not all displeasure. She wanted to vomit, but she already knew nothing would come out. "So sleeping beauty recognizes me." He laughed and it was a dirty sound. "Oh Vincent, this whore is stupid or deaf. A beauty she may be now, but I cannot wait for the day some rich ugly man fucks her up her tight ass and she sequels like the pig she is," the woman, who must be Maria, sighed. Elizabeth heard Vincent laugh, but personally found nothing funny. Anything but in fact. She wanted to hide herself; she leapt into the shower and closed the door -- only to realize it was glass. His laughter intensified as she attempted to cover herself with her hands and skinny arms. "You can go Maria, I'm sure you have things to do," Vincent's voice was still shaking from the laughter, but had not lost its innate rawness, "you only, other woman to prepare and torture". Elizabeth couldn't believe his jokes; she stared at him blankly through the clear glass pane. He was dressed in a black shirt and pants again, a uniform for a mad man apparently. In the light of day, he was just as attractive as he had been under candle light. Her nipples peaked involuntarily and she hugged the arm across her breasts closer. A charming picture she was sure, as Vincent smiled at her again. A dirty smile, a dirty situation, she was dirty all over. Maria left the bathroom, muttering something vile for sure. Elizabeth missed her presence; at least with Maria in the room, his whole stare didn't lie on her. "You're filthy for a virgin, you know that?" he redundantly asked, stalking towards her in a confident gait. "Nod, I know you agree. Probably feel dirty all over -- inside and out." This brought new humour into his eyes. She didn't nod, just continued to stare blankly as he reached the glass door and slid it aside. She vainly tired to disappear through the wall, but it wasn't happening. She still couldn't believe this was happening. "We already know what happens when you don't do what I say sweetie," Vincent murmured, crossing his arms and leaning his body against the open doorway, "I didn't realize you were so eager for a repeat of last night". Pride be damned, Elizabeth nodded furiously. He smiled his approval, teasing her, "So you are eager?" "No sir," she replied, terrified. He made no move to come closer, just stood there all self assured and powerful. "You were nodding because I told you to?" She nodded again, not wanting to end up being that stupid girl that died because she was too damn stubborn to even survive. "And what is it exactly that you are agreeing to? Say it out loud." "I'm.. I'm filthy," it came out as a hoarse whisper; she decided she'd say anything for him to leave her in peace. Maybe the glass windows in the bedroom could be broken. There was hope for her if she could keep her head together. He practically purred at her response, and stared pointedly at her crotch. Her pussy twitched in sheer terror of being the sole object of his attention. "You'll learn to love it too, don't worry. By the way, I saw everything of you last night, before you decided you were too tired to grace me with your lovely presence and passed out like a rag doll," he smiled a feral grin, "of course, most ladies do when I'm done with them. Anyways take your hands off of your good bits honey, and turn on the shower already". "Yes sir," she replied eagerly. She cringed from her blatant lack of pride, but reminded herself it was for the long run. What good was it if he beat her for disobeying? She'd never escape. She had to gain his trust, and run. Hopefully before she was sold to and raped by some unfathomable man. Better yet, before he ever laid his tanned, capable hands on her again. She turned the shower on, and cringed outwardly when the cold water hit her. She tried to manipulate the shower to warm the water up, but it never would. "Whores don't get warm water sweetheart, it's breaking my heart to see you try. Now shower like a good little girl before daddy has to spank you again, and wash your hair. The shampoo's right there." Before yesterday, no man had ever seen her naked. Today she was parading herself in front of some unknown murderer and sex trafficker. She closed her eyes against the cold water; it pricked her skin so harshly. She grabbed the shampoo and rinsed her hair out 'like a good little girl'. She couldn't believe he was watching her, but it was hard to deny it when he stood right in the entrance, away from the flow of the water. Of course, he wouldn't want to get his Gucci shoes wet, Elizabeth thought relentlessly. "Hurry up, you're trying daddy's patience," she heard his voice. She was frankly tired of the water too, but scared as to what awaited her when she was done. Foolishly, she stayed there shivering under the water until she felt a familiar slap on her ass, and the water stop. She pushed the water out of her eyes to gaze upon his naked chest. "Now now, we're going to finish off where we left last night, and don't disappoint me," a low growl, accompanied by his hands on her breasts again. She gasped as he tugged on her nipples, distended from the cold. She couldn't take this from him, not when the cold seeped into her bones from his stupid shower. She lashed out at him with her hands, and managed to land a slap on his face. He grabbed her hands and whirled her around in an instant. Her breasts were crushed against the cold marble wall, and her face ruthlessly pushed against it. He held her wrists behind her back with one large hand. She was scared where the other would go. He didn't keep her waiting for long, as he pushed her foot in between hers and kicked her ankles apart. His other hand came slamming against her pussy, still bruised from yesterday. There was limited pleasure from his warm hand smacking her flesh, only a torrent of pain. She sobbed, unable to contain herself as he proceeded to do it 4 more times. "The only way you touch me," he bit out the words into her ear, "is with your fucking mouth or hands on my cock." He used his leverage over her to spin her around, and pushed on her shoulders so she landed on her knees brutally. It hurt, the jolt of pain on her knees. She was eye level with his dick now, staring vehemently at it. It was thick and long, although she expected nothing less from this large man. She knew what was coming next when he grabbed her hair. "You filthy cunt, don't piss me off anymore," his anger had indeed been ignited by her foolish slap, "suck my fucking cock and do it well, or I'll just sell you to my men downstairs and you'll be sucking their cocks even in your sleep." He pushed her head forcefully towards his crotch now, his dick scary from this angle. He tapped it against her cheek once, twice, until she opened her mouth. Elizabeth felt his cock invade her mouth; it took up all the space, she couldn't breathe. He cruelly pulled on her hair and forced his dick out, only to shove it back in. "You better get started quickly, I'm losing patience." She believed him, and started to suck at his cock. She took her hand and put it on the base of his dick, like her friend had once told her she had done, and began to move it up and down. She wanted to gag, but the opening on her throat just forced his dick down even further. He groaned, noticing her panicked appearance. "Don't you dare try to faint again, you won't wake up this time," he threatened, as she tried to furiously contain his dick. She was inexperienced, but she had the right intentions. Her tongue flickered out to message his dick; his moan told her he approved. She worked him in and out of her mouth on her own; it was easier this way, without him tugging at her wet hair. She moaned when he hit the back of her throat hard, and the vibration excited him. She moved her hands to his balls, and felt them tighten up. She didn't know what that meant though, so she squeezed them and continued to suck on his cock, up and down. She rhythmically massaged him with her tongue, attempting to swirl it around his girth. It was hard, but she was determined to not get hit again; her body ached. There was a strange ache in between her thighs that had nothing to do with the pain though. He tensed up, and pulled out of her mouth. She was so surprised, that she took a deep breath and opened her eyes only to see him pump his dick until he came all over her face. She felt the cum hit her in the mouth, across the cheek, drip onto her breasts. It tasted bitter, salty, strange, she wanted to spit it out, but didn't dare. Vincent looked down at Elizabeth, with her hard nipples beaded now with drips of his cum to where it was in her mouth, just lying there. "Shallow it, you whore," he commanded her. She did, gulping it down with a look of fear across her face. This just wouldn't do, he thought. "Put your hand between your legs, and show it to me -- now." Elizabeth looked up at the powerful man and didn't even try to pretend she didn't understand or hear him. She shoved her fingers against her vagina and pulled them out. Covering them was a wetness that had nothing to do with the shower. She gasped in embarrassment, to see her arousal on her fingers after what he had done to her. He laughed, "Good, next time stop pretending you don't like it, you filthy slut. Clearly it's getting you off. Taste it, taste what my cock has done to you." She stared at her fingers, covered in her own secretions. She didn't dare disobey again; she tasted her own wetness to please him. He smiled at her, and added, "You're welcome". She stared at him in disbelief, as he softly tapped his softening dick against her face in farewell, collected his clothes and gave her a wave from the bathroom door. "Clean yourself up, Rick will be here soon," were his final words, as he vanished out of her sight, leaving her with a face full of cum and no orgasm of her own. Currency Ch. 03 I'M FEELING REALLY INSPIRED LATELY, SO I'M CHURNING THESE OUT. HOPE YOU LADIES AND GENTLEMEN ENJOY IT AND FEEL FREE TO LEAVE FEEDBACK IF YOU DO. FOR CLARIFICATION - ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. ______________________________________ RECAP: "Clean yourself up, Rick will be here soon," were his final words, as he vanished out of her sight, leaving her with a face full of cum and no orgasm of her own. ________________________________ Elizabeth had to endure the cold sting of the water against her flesh anew. His cum had dried against her skin as she had sat there, staring at the door where he had left. What had happened? Why was she wet? Was her body that stupid that it couldn't recognize a good touch from a bad? Elizabeth thought of his words; that she would learn to love being filthy. She certainly didn't agree with him now. It was heaven to scrub his cum from her body, even if it meant freezing to death. A lewd catcall interrupted her thoughts. Rick had arrived! She squeaked in panic and turned off the shower. It turned into a race between her and him to see who could reach the towel in the corner first. She won this battle; Elizabeth frantically wrapped the soft fabric around herself as he slowly licked his fat lips. "You're lucky I'm not allowed to touch you whore, or else I'd be fucking that pussy of yours good," he accompanied his words with his dirty stare at her exposed legs; the towel had proved to be uselessly short. "You'd be wrapping those puppies around my waist in no time." "Did you come here to stare?" Elizabeth asked haughtily. The knowledge that he couldn't touch her reached her more than his gaze or words. He was certainly no Vincent; his eyes did nothing to her insides. "I'm gonna do more than just stare eventually, don't you worry sweet cheeks," he drawled, a speckle of spit flying from his mouth. Elizabeth noticeably shuddered in distaste upon watching his saliva almost hit her. He chuckled at that and his stench hit Elizabeth again for the first time since her kidnapping. He smelt like he showered in cologne and his rancid sweat. He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of her bathroom and towards her bedroom door. "We're taking a fieldtrip love," he explained as she stumbled behind him, trying not to trip over her own uncertain feet. The towel was slipping from her body and now only her hand held it up haphazardly. Elizabeth ignored this in order to take in her surroundings. Her door had no visible lock on it. In fact, now that she reconsidered it all, the room had little trace of anything that would restrain 'property'. "Take a picture while you're at it, we ain't coming back," only confirmed her worst beliefs - WHAT IF SHE WAS GOING TO AN AUCTION RIGHT NOW? She trembled as Rick roughly pushed her out of the room, and down an opulent hallway. Wherever she was, it was certainly not lacking for wealth. "Now princess, you're going to meet some very important people right now," Rick chuckled as if he had made a hilarious joke, "so you better be a good girl and behave. If you don't, I got a nice sweet smelling rag with your name on it." Important people? Once again her mind jumped to her potential 'owners'. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happeni- Elizabeth was crudely shoved into another room. This one consisted predominantly of a large bed decorated in various shades of red, made for an orgy no doubt. On that bed in fact were close to 10 naked girls, and one wickedly smiling bitch with a cut down her face: Maria. "Well hello my pet. Girls, meet our new protégé," she said. The girls giggled cruelly in response. Suddenly Elizabeth felt the towel tugged from her hands and gasped to be naked amongst the other women, who were all languidly stroking each other or themselves upon closer investigation. "Don't be shy whore, we know you want it too." "Hello girls, Maria," Rick's voice sounded strained. She felt a hard bulge against her hip, and whipped her head to see a salacious smile on Rick's ugly mug. His hand loosened its grip on her arm, and she automatically made a move away from him. Conveniently, it placed her closer to Maria, who caught her wrist in a surprisingly strong grip. "Trying to watch Rick? Get your kicks elsewhere," Maria sneered, leading Elizabeth towards the bed. She felt like a ragdoll, tossed to and fro upon a whim. She tried to tub her wrist out of Maria's grasp. Maria responded by viciously tugging her hair and snarling out, "I got drugs if you're gonna act like a dumb bitch!" Elizabeth didn't want drugs, she wanted to escape. She calmed down visually, but was seething inside. I'm a human being, she wanted to yell. You can't do this! Oh but Maria would anyways, pushing Maria on the bed, between the eager girls. The scent of feminine arousal hit Elizabeth's nose, disturbing it with the pungent smell. Body heat invaded her bones after the cold shower; she hadn't even realized how cold she had been until she was thrust in the middle of so much warmth. "Now girls remember the rules, and play nicely. Or not," Maria laughed. Everything was just one big joke. Elizabeth could not believe she was lying here naked! Surrounded by these whores who were.. Elizabeth gasped when she felt a hand on her thigh. The woman's long nails were perfectly manicured, and were tracing the veins visible on her thighs gently. She couldn't help it; she moaned aloud. The woman found this funny, and reached another hand to tweek Elizabeth's nipple in response. Another woman, this one with darker skin and spicy perfume began to kiss her neck, grazing the sensitive part where her neck and shoulder met with her teeth. Elizabeth struggled to sit up and was granted access. She felt yet another woman press against her back; the woman's nipples hard points against her flesh. The woman took her hand and cupped Elizabeth's breasts from behind. "Nice tits," she muttered, bouncing them on her hands. The other women giggled anew. One of them stopped kissing her neck and traced her tongue down to Elizabeth's available nipple. The other in response steadied her tit and fed it to the darker skinned woman. She began to suck on her hardening nipple. Elizabeth moaned at this sensation, her thighs now being caressed up and down, but her very core being avoided. Soon another woman joined in, and began to kiss Elizabeth softly, as she played with herself. Elizabeth couldn't believe this was happening - her parents were religious, and she could imagine their horrified reaction to lesbians caressing her. Sensations began to build up all over her body; her tongue was being boldly stroked, and tasted something heady, like wine. Her breast was being sucked, alternately hard than soft. The woman bit down gently, and began to caress her pussy. Elizabeth was moaning as her nipples were tugged at while her labia was stroked with soft fingers. She opened her eyes to see other women kissing and stroking one another as well; the smell of arousal permeated the air. Then her eyes landed on Maria, who was groaning as some girl ate her pussy out. At the sight of Maria, she began to struggle. She didn't get far, the woman moved from behind her and she was subsequently pushed down on to the bed. Her sweaty back clung to the silk sheets. A hand playfully whacked her pussy, than stroked her clit harder. Her breasts were simultaneously being sucked and squeezed. The woman kissing her thrust her wine flavoured tongue in and out of Elizabeth's mouth, until she returned the action seemingly drunkenly herself. The woman's giggle vibrated along her mouth and drove her wild. Quickly, the woman retracted her lips with one last lusty lick and stuck 2 fingers into Elizabeth's mouth. Suck, she whispered harshly into Elizabeth's ear as she began to play with her earlobe. Elizabeth did as she was told; she was blind with lust as a woman's lips tugged on her aching clit. The fingers in her mouth tasted bitter, she realized at once that it was the woman's arousal. She wasn't given much time to think, as the woman climbed up top of her and shoved her crotch into her face. It smelt strongly and liquid smeared on her face. The woman pressed her pussy closer to her mouth, and grasped her hair to push her towards her core. Elizabeth involuntarily opened her mouth against the pain, and it became full of dripping wet pussy. Elizabeth gasped when she felt the liquid from her pussy seeping in between her ass cheeks. The mouth left her pussy and began to follow the flow of the liquid. Elizabeth cried out in embarrassment, but was silenced by the relentless pressure of the woman's dark labia pressed even closer to her lips, until it was all she could breathe. The woman below grasped an ass cheek with one hand, and slowly circled her asshole with a long nail. She then pushed it in, to which Elizabeth's tender butt clenched onto. The woman approved, and gave her a lick around her rosebud of hole. Elizabeth felt so wrong, but so hot at the same time. The women above her gyrated onto her face, as Elizabeth felt her asshole being fingered and her own clit sucked on relentlessly. Someone was now biting her nipple and her breast, while playfully slapping around the other. The pain and pleasure were rolling within her; she was close to coming when the woman at her pussy stopped. "She's about to come girls, stop," came an assertive voice, as if reading her thoughts. All the sensations on her body stopped, but the woman's pussy remained in her face. The woman suddenly rotated herself, so her ass was facing Elizabeth's face. She buried it there, and slapped her pussy painfully. 'Suck it bitch!" And Elizabeth did, just so the painful slaps would stop. She was rewarded with the woman rolling her nipples in unison - but no orgasm. Elizabeth sucked on the woman's puffy pussy lips, and tongued in between. She hoped the woman would finger her and let her come if she did. The woman just continued rolling her nipples, and moaning along with the sounds of the other girls. Now they slowly began touching her anywhere but where she needed it; hands were once again caressing her wantonly spread thighs, touching the flesh above her pussy - but never it. Elizabeth was getting driven wild, but was not satisfied. She felt like a rope stretched too tight, waiting to snap but not quite there. She tongued the woman's vagina and returned back to clit like the other woman on her had done. Then it struck her! How come the other woman didn't stick her tongue into her pussy? How come even though every inch of her pussy was touched, except her opening? No one had struck anything into her pussy at all, and it felt remarkably empty. Suddenly the woman above her stopped moving, and shuddered. Her vagina let out a flood of liquid, and it seeped onto Elizabeth's lips and neck. When the woman pulled away, Elizabeth finally took a deep breath and begged, "Someone fill my pussy!" She heard chuckles among the woman, but they were mostly covered with moans. The whole room was humming with them. "Okay ladies, that's enough. Time to cut her off!" Elizabeth recognized Maria's voice in the crush. She felt herself being pushed up the bed, terribly aroused and covered now in some other woman's release. She felt nasty, dirty but didn't care if she could only come. Elizabeth was moaning nonstop as woman slowly caressed every inch of her as they pushed her up - but never her vaginal opening. Her wrists were lifted and bound by silk again; Elizabeth didn't even struggle, she couldn't feel anything but the rope that refused to snap. Her ankles were bound by silk too, leaving her legs spread at an almost uncomfortable angle. She was beyond anything. The woman began to press lingering kisses to her lips, before getting up and off the bed. Elizabeth didn't even notice until the bed wasn't weighed down anymore and the room had gone remarkably silent. She opened her eyes to see Maria standing at the edge of the bed, grinning evilly at her, with a metal apparatus in her hand that resembled an eyelash curler. She then mounted the red sheets and crawled in between Elizabeth's legs. Elizabeth tested her bonds, but they were secure - she wasn't going anywhere. She was exhausted, and her body ached. Her nipples were still hard and unsatisfied and her pussy was gushing liquid. This very fluid made it easy from Maria to take the apparatus and stick it into her vagina, only not quite. The apparatus was designed to open up the pussy ad keep it open, but not fill it. Elizabeth felt cold air in her opening and gasped. It was torture having that device spreading her apart. She felt empty. Her vagina squeezed, and was met with only air and Maria's brittle laughter. The scar of Maria's face was distorted when she smiled. "Bet you want some cock now you filthy whore, don't ya?" Maria laughed, and gave Elizabeth one last tweek on the nipple before getting up and leaving the room. Maria was right - Elizabeth wanted cock, no she NEEDED cock. She wanted to cry with the irony of it all.