1 comments/ 16133 views/ 13 favorites Please Let Me Be Ch. 01 By: xattackx888 All characters in this story are entirely fiction and at least 18 years of age. Any and all similarities between reality are coincidental. I use the word girl not to mean under-aged but rather female. This chapter is just an introduction of characters and has no sexual activity in it. If you wish to read something more along the spicy line of writing then please wait for the next chapter. ***** I leaned forward to look down the row of beautiful women to my left before leaning back into place with a small sigh. All of them were gorgeous in their own right; different colorings, shapes, sizes and personalities. Not me, though, I was the tester product. Plain in all ways but not ugly by any stretch was me. I wasn't like Jolie with her long legs and curly black hair or Anna of the petite size and large green eyes. My size was a little above average as was my shape. My hair and eyes a strange shade of brown that blended in with the background. Pale skin that wasn't pure alabaster nor a gentle blushing rose but instead a slightly mottled white-tan. Nothing about made men go crazy which was, I suppose, the point of me being the tester. Who would want a tester that was too beautiful or too ugly to show the unique qualities of the other women in the line-up? My gaze focused on the mirror window in front of us. The other women were reflected back. They looked forward with practiced poses in their costumes and make-up. I felt an ache to be pretty. That wasn't allowed though. The business didn't let me touch the supplies. Only plain brown clothes a size too large were given to me. I knew better than to try any of the products after the first time I was punished. Growing up in the business as a unneeded child of one of the products and a worker had let me know that I wouldn't be pretty like the other women. I would never be needed, wanted, or necessary. Except as the tester, as Tess the tester cake for the other women I was allowed their friendship even though I was sometimes treated more as a servant. The speaker above the mirror clicked on and Eric the coordinator said,"Ready?" We nodded as one and some of the girls straightened. The business mantra running through our heads; heads high, shoulders back, stomach in, and a smile on. A door opened on the other side of the mirror and footsteps echoed through the speaker. "These are our top line of Products. The girls will go through a show if you would like?" Eric asked the visitors. There was a pause before, "Go ahead." Individually the women stepped forward announced their name, performed a curtsy and stepped back in the line. Like a platoon of soldiers in high heels. Except for me in flats, I suppose some things are worth being the tester. Murmurs of appreciation came through the speaker as the more unique of the girls introduced themselves. When it came to my turn I stayed back in the line. I had learned that lesson the first time when Eric punished me for thinking I could ever be as good as a product. "What about that one?" a deep, dark voice asked. "That is our tester. She is just there to bring out the differences of the other products." Eric explained. "I'd like to see more of her." Despite my curiosity I kept my face neutral and my eyes down. I stepped up to the line that marked our introduction spot and quickly bowed then said, "Tess," before returning to my earlier spot. Jolie glanced at me out of the corner of her eye with curiosity before looking forward again. The girls continued their show. It was almost like a talent show I had seen on TV once. Each girl sang a small passage to show their voice, they showed off their dexterity and finally each smiled and sank to the floor in a graceful bow when they finished. I sang a short song called Kookaburra before quickly pirouetting and finally collapsing to the floor as smoothly as I could. A click signaled the speaker shutting off before the negotiations could begin. "Tess?" Jolie looked at me when I bowed in my brown pants and long sleeved shirt. "Hm?" I looked at her in her short, white, velvet dress with envy. The dress contrasted with her dark skin perfectly like it never would with mine. "Why d'you think they wanted you to show?" "No clue. Maybe they think I'm a magical creature in hiding and in fact am the most exquisite of all of us," I jokingly muttered. "What'dya say?" She asked with all innocence. "Nothing. I don't know." The click of the speaker jerked our heads back into place near the floor. "Anna, Marissa, Jolie, and Tess please stay in the room. Everyone else can leave." All the other women rose and made their way out the side door. I knew what was to be done in this next round because I usually stayed as the tester regardless but this was the first time Eric had said my name in the list. The four of us rose to our default positions, them with their bodies and faces displayed in fanciful costumes and me with my brown blandness and down eyes. "Begin." Anna sang a full aria in Italian that showed off the Italian skin and eyes she thought were too dark to be beautiful. Her hands gestured as she lost herself in the music and her body strained against the leather stays that held her chest close. By the end of the song everyone was holding back tears. Marissa performed a slow acrobatic show that had her bent in ways that would break most anyone else. Her pale creamy skin and short red hair and blue eyes made her the new favorite that was recently purchased for this showing. She was sold to the business because she had an attitude that made her dangerous to others. The fact that she could snap upright from a flat position in a second did not make her much safer to be around. She stepped back into line sweat beading her body and deep breaths. Then Jolie came forward and I started to hum the song that she had chosen earlier. Her dance moved to the rhythm of my voice. Jolie was all things graceful and elegant in the world. If anyone was magical it would be her. My deep alto faded as she stepped back. Silence as I waited for Eric's next instructions. "Tess?" Eric said. "Yes?" I tensed at the order in his voice but didn't act because of my confusion. "It's your turn to show." "Oh," I took a deep breath and presented myself. My too large shoulders squared further along with my jaw. I stared at my reflection in the mirror with an empty expression while taking a deep breath then closed my eyes. Please let me be Let me be the one you love Let me love you for truth Please let me be Let me be the one who breaks Let me break for you Please let me be Let me be the one who cries Let me be the one who cries for you Cry for your pain Cry for your heartache Cry for your love Cry for you Please let be Please let me be the one for you I blinked back the tears that came whenever I sang that song and stepped back with my empty expression and downcast eyes once more on my face. "I want her," the dark voice said. My head snapped up. "What? But she's the tester . . ." Eric said. Anna, Marissa and Jolie's gaze bore into the side of my face before I dropped my eyes to the floor again. "How much?" "She's not for sale. She's not a Product! Can't you see that she isn't worth anything?" Eric was incredulous. "How much?" "Let me go ask my boss," a chair squeaked and then a door opened, "I'll be right back." "Why would you want the tester? I think you should get the moor. Her dancing is mesmerizing," a male voice came through the speaker that was accidentally left on. "No, you should go for the little Italian. That voice," a new man groaned. "That ginger. She is the true gem of the show. Why, Darrien?" a reasonable voice though still male. "Because," Darrien, he of the deep, dark voice, answered. It should have sounded petulant or childish but instead was an end to the conversation. I wanted to know. Why would he choose me? I was not beautiful or gorgeous. I was slightly tall and definitely pudgy and pale. My brown hair was pulled back severely in a bun that was in no way attractive. My eyes were empty and dull hazel even to my gaze in the mirror. Even my voice though comforting was nowhere near the level of Anna. Remembering the other women in the room I snuck a peek and found them preening from the compliments but still curious about this new turn of events. A door opened and footsteps on the other side of the mirror came through the speaker, two people instead of just Eric. "Five million," said Garret. "Five million! Are you kidding me?" Marissa burst out before any of the men on the other side of the mirror could exclaim in anger like she did. "Marissa!" Eric scolded. "No, I did not get sold to this hovel just to be out-staged and out-bought for a Tester. A damned Tester for fucks sake," she ground out. "Marissa, leave the room," Garret demanded quietly, "Anna and Jolie please leave as well." I watched them leave from the corner of my eye. Jolie gave me a worried expression then smiled and winked which did nothing to make me feel better about my situation but certainly lightened my heart regardless. "Tess, come over to the red room," Garret's voice came through the speaker before it clicked off. Now, I just had to figure out what was happening. Someone wanted me. He wanted me. A new feeling broke through the shell that held my heart. This was something I had never expected. I was Tess the Tester who was sometimes Testes if I pissed someone off. I was never the wanted one. Always I was unneeded and underfoot from infancy to current times. Was this what it felt like to have someone want you? I thought on that as I quickly left the room and the mirror behind. Jolie joined with me outside the door. We turned down the back hallway that led to one of the hidden doors for the red room. "Do you think they'll actually pay five mill'? That's a lot of money," Jolie whispered. "I highly doubt it. Maybe the man behind the mirror just wants to piss off Garret and Eric. It wouldn't be the first time one of the customers tried to show interest in one girl just to get a cheaper price on another," I said logically while my heart settled down, "What man would buy the tester for an outrageous sum when he can have a girl like you instead? Garret's just screwing with him." "Well, you never know, maybe he fell for you. That song was wonderful. I've never heard it before. Did your mom sing it to you?" Jolie asked. "Nah, my mom sang the Kookaburra song often and a few other lullabies but not that one. That song is just something I made up on the spot. I've never had to show in the second round before so I didn't have anything else and I couldn't think of the other lullabies right then," I shrug, "I was kinda surprised Eric even asked. Plus my mom was bought when I was five, can't have Products toting around children." "You made it up? On the spot," Jolie stared at me, "Wow." "It's not that big of a deal. Just a lot of repetition and simple phrases," I didn't tell her that I sang it to myself every night since I first became a Tester in the line-up rather than one of the cleaners who helped in the business. We stopped outside the red room and Jolie turned to me, "You'll do great." "If you say so," I grumbled when she hugged me. I shooed her away and entered the red room. It was called that because it was all red. It rather looked like they had covered the entire room with blood. Despite the dark look I knew the true reason behind the color. Garret wanted people to desire the Products, he wanted them to get their pulse jumping so they slammed down money fast before debating the numbers and what better way than to use red. The light made the Products seem more seductive and helped the customers feel hornier than if they were in a blue or green room. Plus the red helped to warm everyone up even when the AC was on full blast. Garret knew his color theory through and through. It was also the same reason that the show room was a light pink. No one was in the room when I came so I stood against the back wall and waited. I didn't wait for long. The door opposite opened to let in Garret, Eric and four other men. I observed them on the red glass table's reflection while my face stayed down. The men were a different set in spite of the same suit they wore. Garret and Eric were also in suits but theirs were garish White in comparison to the other men's dark black. Someone in the group must've liked color coding though because each had a different colored shirt and tie. "Five million is still way too much for a Tester," the yellow shirted man whined. He was the shortest and had blonde hair that now looked ginger in the red room. "I agree. She is lovely but certainly not worth that much," blue tie man nodded in my direction. He was thin and tall with dark hair, possibly brown against tan skin. "I will say that we shouldn't buy the ginger acrobat from earlier. If her attitude is a reflection on the rest of your Products maybe we shouldn't even purchase here," a white-tied man with no hair and a stout body and dark skin looked at the room around him. "Five million," this came from the deep, dark voiced man from earlier, Darrien. He wore a green tie and shirt that looked black in the light. His hair was short and black and he was possibly my height, short for a man but tall for a woman. He had pale skin like me but it shone like Marissa's did. Garret walked toward me in his now red, glowing suit and lifted my face for inspection. Eric led the men to sit in seats around the room facing me. Darrien was seated in the center and I could feel his eyes run down my body from the short distance between us. I tuned out the haggling as Garret checked me over. I had heard of what happened in the red room. Inspection and testing of the Products, I had never done either of those before. Being a tester was much different from being tested. The red room was used to make sure the Products had proper figures and perfect beauty before buying; it was also used to test the products though not tamper with them. The girls had always gossiped about what happened. Some said the men were gentle and thorough while others came back with bruises and blood. Like purchasing horse flesh I would be inspected from toes to the top of my head for imperfections and then left alone with the potential buyer to see if I was untouched and ready. As a tester I had never had to worry about other people pawing at me. Not even the male workers in the business cared to try for me since I was so normal compared to the others they could chase after. "Strip," Garret stepped back from me and gestured at my clothes. I pulled off my shirt without question. Garret had taught me to take orders immediately, punishment was never a fun thing and nudity meant less to me than pain. I placed it to the side before unsnapping my bra. There was nothing sexy about my movements aside from being a women undressing in a room full of men. All eyes watched me slide my pants and my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them and slid off my shoes and placed them all on the chair I had laid my shirt and bra on. Brown cloth pooled over the chair. I wanted badly to pick them all up and run away but there was nowhere to run to and no one to protect me except Jolie and I would not put her in that spot. Garret motioned me back to him. He pulled my hands down from my breasts where I had instinctively covered myself. "She is 5' 9" and of a mixed descent. She weighs 200 lbs but wears it well," Garret fondled my large breasts and squeezed my ass. "Mixed descent? You mean she's a mutt," white-tie asked. "No, I mean she is German, Native American, and Latina," Garret lifted both my breasts and looked underneath for imperfections. "She certainly seems sturdy," the yellow-tie man joked. Like a quarter-horse with a large back rather than a thoroughbred or Arabian. I had made the comparison before and understood that sturdy was a kind description. "Sturdy isn't necessarily bad but still . . . five million?" the blue-tied man had to add in his two-cents. "Price is negotiable but she is an important part of our business. Tess has been a worker here for a long time and the tester since she was fifteen. It will cost to find another like her. Despite what you think it's very hard to find a tester with training and experience who is good at her job. We have Tess here do the cleaning and care for all the Products we have. She's a hard worker," the most complimentary words I had ever heard from Garret. He lifted my arms and stretched them. "Is that why you want her? As a tester?" this was Eric. "No," Darrien was a terse person it seemed. His eyes were narrowed on Garret's manhandling of me. I couldn't tell if it was in anger over the price, Garret touching me, or the thought of buying me as a new tester. "Regardless of why he wants her he wants her," Garret lifted my lips and peered at my perfect teeth. I'm slightly proud of them. He tapped them with his nail and smiled in satisfaction, "Say ah." "Aahhhhh," I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out. "Did you clean yourself?" Garret asked after he let me close my mouth. I nodded. "May I ask what you want her for?" Garret turned to Darrien. "Product," Darrien answered seriously. "You're kidding!" the yellow-tie looked at his associate with shock, "I know we brought you here for product but you can't possibly want to purchase this Clydesdale for pleasure." I barely winced then glanced at Darrien. His dark eyes stared at me for a few seconds. My head tilted in a question though my facial expression didn't change. He smiled and my breath caught for a second before he turned to look at his friend. "Product," he turned the words into a threat at the yellow-tied man. "Then I assume you would like to test our Tess," Garret interrupted before harsh words could be exchanged. "Yes." I darted a sharp glance between Garret and Darrien. I was going to be tested. To be continued . . . Please Let Me Be Ch. 02 All characters in this story are entirely fiction and at least 18 years of age. Any and all similarities between reality are coincidental. I use the term "girls" to mean women not to mean anyone under aged. This chapter does not involve penetration but does have oral. ***** I watched the men leave the room from the corner of my eye. Now that the time had come I wasn't so sure I was ready for this. Blood was pounding in my ears, covering the sound of the door closing and Darrien rising from his chair. His shoes entered my line of sight and I slowly looked up. "Tess," Darrien took my chin in hand and lifted my gaze to his, "Are you scared?" "Yes," I dropped my eyes to his tie. A green tiger stared at me and my brow furrowed at the sight. "Do you like it?" he released my chin to pull his tie loose from his shirt. "Why a green tiger?" my curiosity got the better of me. "A present to represent the Group," he untied his tie but left it hanging where it was. His steps were nearly non-existent as he circled me on the plush red carpet. Garret was right in making the room entirely red. My heart was beating nearly out of my chest, causing a painful aching in my ribs. I took a deep breath that halted when he gently touched my hair. "This looks painful," he murmured while tugging my hairband free. My hair fell to my shoulders and slowly unwound into a curtain. I took advantage of the cover and ducked my head down further. Nudity was no new thing to me with all that the business entailed. I had seen many of the Products naked before and a few of the male workers as well when they decided to sample the merchandise. It was, however, new for me to stand completely nude before a man who might actually want me as a Product rather than dismissed me as nothing. Darrien's touch and gaze on my body was leaving me with the urge to squirm. I couldn't tell if the feeling was pleasant or not. "Much better," his fingers threaded through the waves of my hair before skimming down my back, "Kneel." I didn't question but went to my knees immediately. His voice brooked no resistance and I knew better than to make things more complicated for me than they might already be. The carpet was softer than I thought but still unkind on my knees. I kept my head down while my mind raced over all the things this man could do to me alone in a room without someone to stop him. My muscles tensed when his shoes stopped in front of me. "Look at me," his dark voice led me to his dark eyes, pure pitch black that glowed red in the light of the room, demon, was all I could think, "give me your hands. I hesitated for a second but saw only patience in his stance and no anger before I placed my palms in his. His fingers were thick knuckled and short but strong. He pulled my hands up above my head and transferred them to his left hand. My wrists pressed against one another and I knew there was no backing out, no running away. Even if I had wanted to run where would I go? I tried to remind myself this was a good thing. What had I always wanted? To be wanted, that's what. Now that the time had come I was starting to feel anxious. "Do you trust me?" his words surprised me enough to have me look him in the face again. I couldn't tell if he was serious. Why would I trust a man who bought women? Who would I trust anyone in this business at all? "No," a slight laugh hid in my voice but all I got in response was a raised eyebrow. The humor died but a small spark of curiosity grew when his right hand reached to unlace his belt. I couldn't look away from his fingers deftly unbuttoning the slacks and sliding the zipper down over a noticeable erection. My throat felt dry and too tight when I swallowed. The girls had certainly told me about this before. "Have you ever done this before?" "No." I whispered. "No, sir, you will call me sir from now on. Is that clear?" "Yes, sir," I licked my lips and looked up at him. Sir, huh? I suppose that was better than Master or His Worshipfulness. "Good girl," his smile burned parts of my body that had me rubbing restlessly against the carpet. He pulled his cock free of his boxers and let me look my fill. I knew what a man's body looked like but this was the first time I had seen anything up close. He smelled cleaner than I expected almost like that hot wind before a tornado or the scent of a thunderstorm mixed with clean sweat. His erection twitched in front of me and I glanced up at Darrien to see if he was annoyed by my curiosity and lack of action. Darrien just watched me with a calm expression so I returned to staring at his dick. Long by my standards and paler than I thought except for the deep red of the tip that was clearly free of the skin some of the other men had. Leaning forward my tongue darted out to lick the center of the head. Salty liquid spread over my tongue and I let my tongue circle. Darrien's hips twitched and he let his free hand tangle in my hair. "Very good," he growled and pushed his fingers deeper into my hair. I glanced up at him but couldn't look into the heat of his gaze for long so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of pleasing a man for the first time. The girls had told me that men liked it deep so I swallowed as much of him as I could, gulping down a few inches before sliding back with a hum that vibrated my throat against him. My tongue slipped around his girth and I opened my mouth further. They had said to keep the teeth against my lips so he wouldn't get angry. I made sure my teeth didn't graze him while I sucked him harder. The heat of him felt wonderful filling my mouth. I pushed myself further down on him and was rewarded with his hands tightening. The pulse underneath his cock beat hard so I rubbed it with the tip of my tongue. Darrien's hand on my head pushed me further against him until I focused only on gulping down his cock and humming so I could keep breathing through my nose that touched against his pubes. He pulled by hands back and high so my back arched towards him while he pressed me closer to him. I felt his cock jump against my throat while he groaned. "Definitely worth it," he slid my mouth down his erection until it popped free from my lips. I gulped in a breath licked my mouth clean of the heat he had left behind. "More?" his hands loosened in my hair while he tilted my head back to look him in the eye. "Yes, sir." "Good girl," he pressed his cock against my lips and I swallowed him again before pulling back to lick the sides in long strokes. I took the time to let my tongue really taste all of him. I sucked on the underside of his cock like Jolie said men liked then lightly kissed up to the tip again where I treated him like a lollipop. His head was thrown back and I could hear his breath coming in little pants while he let me play with him. A little thrill went through me when I realized I could do this to a man just as well as all the other Products. "Yes, Tess," his hand stroked my hair when I tilted my head to let more of him land on my tongue. His scent filled my head and my eyes slitted in pleasure. I would do this the right way. I would make him need me and then he'd have no choice but to buy me. I moaned and hummed against him. My fingers curled in despite his hold on my wrists. The movement brought his head forward where he could watch me truly taste him, "Shite, I'm going to cum." I swallowed him deep into my throat quickly. Moaning, he cum in my mouth. The girls had taught me how to do this right. I gulped it all down, feeling his spurts hit and then melt. Suckling, I slowly pulled back so I could take all that was left inside of him. The taste was slightly bitter and thick but I did my best to keep him groaning. He tugged my head back as he softened. I leaned back on my heels while he kept hold of my wrists in his left and put his pants back together with his right. "Stand up," he pulled me to my feet when I failed to make my legs work fast enough. Keeping hold of my hands he pushed me back against the wall and slid his knee between mine, "Now we know you can do one thing right. I assume you have no true training in any of the other areas." "No, sir," My legs tightened against the wetness I could now feel between them. "But you are intact?" his right hand pulled the tie from around his neck and secured it around my wrists. "Yes, sir," I pulled against the bindings after he had tightened them. His right hand returned to stroke my hair. My eyes met his and Darrien leaned forward to quickly kiss me with closed lips. I wondered if he had ever tasted himself before. I certainly enjoyed licking my fingers after I was finished with myself. Darrien's free hand slid between my thighs but didn't touch where I wanted them. "You were a very good girl earlier," his hand pressed against my curls, "would you like me to make things fun for you?" "Yes, sir," the enthusiasm in my answer made him grin. "Good, now don't look away or close your eyes. Look only at me." I stared into his eyes. The ones that so reminded me of demons, red glow over pitch black that blended into the pupil almost seamlessly. He had thick lashes and brows that slanted down. His lips were thin but only made me want to lick until they opened to let the softness out. His jaw was strong and covered in five o'clock shadow. Black hair was cropped close to his head and looked bristly. I took in his face while his hand rubbed around the one spot that needed it. "Touch me," I demanded. He stopped rubbing and his eyes narrowed, "Try again." "Please, touch me sir," still a hint of demand. He smiled but instead stroked the outside of my thigh. I growled a little and tried to rub myself against his thigh but he pulled it back. The need to be touched there overrode any other thought. I could feel little waves of heat radiate out and knew that I needed friction. My hands pulled against the tie. "Try harder," he licked the tip of my nose.The action had me jolt back against the wall. I took a deep breath before filling my voice will all the sincerity I could find, "I need you to touch me, sir. Please touch me," there may have been a little sickly sweetness to my voice because one of his eyebrows twitched up again, "Please?" He bit my nose lightly before sliding his hand back to my crotch. I wrinkled my nose and stared him down while waiting for him finally to put his fingers against me. His hand came closer and I widened my legs for him. His mouth pressed against mine while his eyes bored into mine and a finger finally slipped inside me. The tip pressed against a block in me and did nearly nothing to create the friction I needed. Still my pussy clenched around his finger and juice dripped down my thighs when the door opened and Garret came into the room with the other men. "Dammit!" I hissed and closed my eyes and let my head hit the wall behind me but not before seeing the surprise and a small sliver of anger in Darrien. "I take it you like our tester?" Garret was loud in the once quiet room. "Yes," Darrien pulled his finger free and licked it clean. I watched through narrowed eyes. "Do you really want to buy a tester? For five fuckin' mill? For fuck's sake Darrien don't you think this has gone far enough?" the man in the yellow tie and shirt and black suit flopped into one of the chairs around the room. "Yes," Darrien untied his tie and started to knot it back around his neck while I rearranged my expression to as neutral as it was going to get. The man certainly knew how to deliver an answer, too bad he hadn't had time to deliver for me. If he was going to decide on a different Product I would much rather have a bit more fun before I went back to the life of Tess the tester. "Then let's go negotiate the contract in the orange room," Garret ushered the four suited men back out including Darrien who didn't glance back at me. "Tess, we should get you cleaned and packed up," Eric, the coordinator for the business handed me my forgotten brown clothes and found a hair band for my loose hair. "Yes, sir," I mumbled unconsciously. It seemed Darrien might actually want me after all. Maybe he would deliver in the end. To be continued . . . Please Let Me Be Ch. 03 All characters in this story are entirely fiction and at least 18 years of age. Any and all similarities between reality are coincidental. There will be little to no sexual activities in this chapter since it's just used to move the story along and give a little bit of the emotional background for Tess. Also, if you like this series I have created an illustration of Tess that will hopefully be posted in the Erotic Art section soon. Keep an eye out for other character illustrations. ***** Eric led me into the back room where all the girls were chatting on their beds. The communal rooms were ugly white with the only light being small windows along the upper walls. They were designed to keep us from sleeping around with the other workers or from disappearing for good. A roll call went out to make sure everyone was accounted for when we arrived. "Jolie?" Anna called. "Here," she answered. "And here is the prize of the evening, Testes," Marissa glared at me from across the room and a few other girls laughed. "Oh, shut it, Rissa, you're just pissed you let them see your bitchy self," Jolie came to my defense. I dropped the bundle of clothes on my bed near the front and started to re-hook my bra so that at least I'd be dressed for the shit that was about to go down. I still was slightly annoyed at being left without completion so I certainly didn't want to deal with Marisa and her girls. "Teste should enjoy her happiness while it lasts. Once they realize she's a fish in bed they'll drop her as soon as they can. Probably ask for a refund," Marissa ignored Jolie and stretched out, implying that she at least wouldn't ever be "a fish in bed". Bitch. "Grab your things, Tess. We need to get over to the prep room. Garret asked me to get some measurements," Eric leaned against the wall, "Jolie, you should pack up too. Garret said he wanted to work out a deal for you too. It seems one of them was thinking about shelling out for you." "What?" Marissa was not happy, "Now they want her old ass too?" "You had your chance," Eric wasn't putting up with Marissa tonight. Jolie and I grabbed out things and piled them in the empty bags near the front. A small bag for the each of us and we were good to go, no reason to stay and see what other venomous things Marissa would spew next. Thankfully, being in the business didn't let you accumulate clutter. "Just you wait, Testes! You'll be the first refund this business ever had," Marissa shouted after us. I started to walk faster to the prep room. Jolie pulled up next to me, easily keeping up with her long legs. "Do you think I'm old? I know I'm 28 and all, and in this business that ancient but still . . ," Jolie whispered so Eric behind us wouldn't hear. "You're not old, you're beautiful and Marissa just a twat," I gave her a strange look. "You're not just saying that?" "Of course not, why else would they buy you tonight if not because they wanted you?" "You know the same goes for you. They're not going to ask for a refund," she nudged me with her shoulder. "Hah! They'll just put me to work as a janitor instead," the bitter humor came out. "Tess," Jolie stopped when Eric pulled open the door for us. He pulled a small phone from his ugly white suit and checked a message before gesturing us to sit on the loveseat near the door. I loved the prep room the most out of all the rooms. It was covered in all the tools of the business. Clothes and costumes, cuffs and collars, leather and latex all lined up in a beautiful rainbow. Most of the girls oohed and aahed over the shoes but the collars were my favorite. Everything from a small simple chain to one of the posture collars that kept you from looking down. All of them were handmade and some of them were solely unique in their existence. I had always wanted a collar just for me. Something that let it be known that I was wanted, that someone spent time and money to purchase a collar just for me. Maybe it was a bit silly to dream about a strip of leather. What did it say about me that rather than dream of freedom I dreamed of being someone's? Eric took a measuring tape and a clipboard from a small side table while I stared at the collars. Jolie squeezed my hand and sent me a small smile before gazing lovingly at all the stiletto heels. "Garret sent in the details. It seems they already have clothes for you and someone is going to bring them back here but while that's happening he wants you all kitted out. Green and black is the order for the day, Tess. Jolie you get red and white and all the same items," Eric marked a few things down on the board before having me stand up, "Let's get you measured." I stretched out. The business mantra running through my heads; heads high, shoulders back, stomach in, and a smile on. He wrapped the tape around my neck and double checked, then measured my wrists and ankles and wrote down the sizes. Then he checked my hip and waist sizes so he could hand out the proper lingerie, nothing worse in life than a too tight pair of panties and push-up bra. Eric moved on to Jolie and jotted down her numbers before handing us a set of lingerie, red for Jolie and black for me. "Don't put those on, they're for purchase but not to go," Eric said. The door opened behind us and Larry from the laundry room handing him two brown packages and left without a backwards glance. Eric gave us a package each and left us to open them. Inside spilled out silk in patterns of green for me and bright white for Jolie. Each dress was just two small rectangles of fabric with three ties on each side and tied straps at the top. "Not much fabric here," I muttered to Jolie when Eric headed over to the accessory counter at the back. "It's better that Mindie's outfit. Remember her? She had to go nude with a posture collar. It made me cold and itchy just thinking about it," Jolie winced and pulled off her dress to slide the new silk one on over her head. For the second time that day I undressed before sliding on the green dress. We both tightened the straps to keep the silly thing from rubbing us raw every time a small breeze went past. "My nipples are going to kill me," I rubbed them roughly and crossed my arms over my chest, "It might be better to go naked." "Whiner, you'll be fine," Jolie shifted with a wince. I could see her nipples harden against the silk and gave her an 'I told you so' look, "Shush." "I didn't say anything," I smiled. Eric returned with a basket filled with different supplies. He had us both turn around. A slim silver, white endless torque with a dee and bell clicked into place around Jolie's neck. The same metal bracelets and anklets went on next and they each had little bells attached. Hands wrapped a wide double leather collar around my neck, green leather on black with a loop and double dee in the front. Then the same design cuffs went on my wrists and ankles. No sneaking around for Jolie and me, anyone would hear us jingling from a mile away. I had a silly desire to dance just to have them all clink in the quiet room. "There we go. Now put on these shoes. They said they wanted you delivered separately from them so you'll both have your own car. Garret had food ordered just make sure to keep yourselves clean, OK?" Eric glared. I waited for him to hand me a pair of shoes but he only gave heels to Jolie. "I don't get shoes?" I asked. "Nope, it's on the order." "Oh, OK." "You never liked shoes anyways," Jolie reminded me. I harrumphed which gave me a smile in return. I suppose a girl would have trouble running away without shoes. I'd think it would be harder to get away in heels. I kept those thoughts to myself, though, while we winded our way through the building one last time. So quickly everything had changed. Growing up every day in the business only to find myself no longer as the help but as the Product was a strange situation. We were ushered into a black car that started as soon as the door closed. No backward glances and my old home just a quick trip far away. "How much do you think they got for me?" Jolie asked around a sandwich. "Billions," I quip, "You know for a gorgeous woman you sure do have some bad habits. Close your mouth when you eat." "You're such a mom." "Shut up." "No, really, how much?" "Probably eight million if they're willing to pay five for me," I chow on my sandwich but swallow before speaking unlike some. I shrug and Jolie takes my answer as a compliment. We both smile around our food and finish our meals. Time passes and we both doze on each other's shoulders in the dark car. A divider keeps the driver from keeping us entertained and the windows are darkened so we can barely make out the streets outside. Harder to run away from somewhere when you don't know where you actually are, I think before drifting off. We both jolt awake a while later when the door opens but instead of being in front of a grand building or even a hotel we're at an airport. "This way, ladies," a large man in a dark suit and hat leads us onto the tarmac and into a waiting jet.He took our small bags with our clothes and the business's lingerie. The cold air brushes against me and I cross my arms again to protect my nipples and conserve warmth. Jolie goes first and a large African-American man with a bald head takes her hand when she enters the cabin. I recognize him from the red room; he must be the one who bought her. "Welcome, would you be so kind as to remind me your name, Dear?" he leads her to a seat next to a window and facing the other two men from the room. The short, blonde man was arguing with the tall, thin Hispanic-looking man. Yellow tied man and blue-tie man, I remember I had dubbed them since their shirts and ties were color coordinated. The man who bought Jolie wore a white shirt and tie which explained his reasoning for choosing Jolie. Her dark skin and darker hair went beautifully against white and her green eyes contrasted with the red lingerie. The man knew what he was doing clothes-wise. I looked around for Darrien but didn't find him in the cabin. "I'm Jolie," she gave him the practiced seductive smile all the Products learned. "I'm Jamal," he sat down gracefully next to her, "I hope we get to know each other much better." I listened to Jolie giggle, something that sounded silky rather than nerve-grating like others, and took in the cabin with my eyes. Soft leather seats, small tables and smaller windows. Everything was done in greens and blacks. It was a high possibility that this was Darrien's plane. "Why didn't you have me tested before purchasing? If I may ask, Master Jamal," Jolie leaned into him with wide curious eyes and I found a seat close by so that I could listen in as well. "Hm, you were a rather in-the-moment purchase. We came to Nightshade to pick up a little present for Darrien. Your handler decided that my interest in you was enough to double the price since you are a rather lovely specimen," his finger slid along the line of her dress just barely touching her breasts. Even from across the row I could see Jolie was affected. "Nightshade? Double?" Jolie squeaked a bit on the last word. "Yes, did you not even know the name of your own establishment?" He looked curious but shrugged before running his hands through her hair, "Never mind that, yes, double the price. He haggled for ten million. Such pretty and expensive baubles you both are, but rather worth it I would say. Which reminds me, you there," he turned to me. "Yes?" I tensed. "Darrien wishes you to join him in the back room," Jamal gestured to the small black door at the rear of the cabin. "Yes, sir," the other men continued to argue and Jamal returned to petting Jolie while I stood up and made my way to the doorway. Did one knock in an airplane? Did I just go in? He had said that Darrien wished for me. I certainly wanted to join with Darrien as soon as possible, if at least to make sure that he didn't regret gaining me. My fingers started to go cold from nervousness and I felt the plane shift and start taxiing. I knocked. "Enter," the dark, deep voice sent a tingle down my spine. I entered. To be continued . . . Please Let Me Be Ch. 04 All characters in this story are entirely fiction and at least 18 years of age. Any and all similarities between reality are coincidental. This is the groundbreaking chapter for Tess and Darien so enjoy. It'll probably be a bit more vanilla than it could be but I plan on getting around to the kinky stuff later. If you happen to have a slight problem with airplanes or flying then I suggest you pretend they're in a hotel. Also, if you like this series I have created an illustration of Tess that will hopefully be posted in the Erotic Art section soon. Keep an eye out for other character illustrations. The door swung open to an earth green room. I quickly shut the door behind me when the plane started to accelerate. Darrien appeared from a small bathroom and pulled me down onto the bed while the plane struggled to lift off. A small shiver of fear went down my spine as I realized I was floating above the earth and only going higher into the sky. He must've sensed my apprehension. "Fly before?" He pulled me closer into his side and faced me on the bed. "Uh-uh," I shook my head. My stomach was sinking further into the bed. "Uh-uh?" a small bit of humor in his voice cleared my head. "I mean no sir," I made an effort to swallow. "Just calm down, flying is perfectly safe. Your ears are going to pop soon so you should work your jaw a little bit," I eyed him warily as his face came closer to mine, "how about I help you with that." His lips touched mine softly at first before he licked the corner of my mouth. I opened for his tongue and forgot completely about my stomach. A float sensation filled me and I moved closer to him. My hands fisted in his shirt and his leg was laid over mine. I felt him stroke down my back and then find the gaps in my dress where he could slide his fingers against my skin. The drone of the plane was soothing now that it was settling down and I drifted further into his kiss. His tongue rubbed against mine and I gasped into his mouth. Little swirls were drawn on my back that heated my skin. My head fell to the bed and he rolled over on top of me. Darrien's hands went to brace my jaw and I felt the collar press into my neck. The heat and sensation of soft leather pushing against me made my pussy clench. This was what I wanted. Him licking my lips like they were juicy. He bit down gently on my lower lip and pulled. I groaned and wriggled underneath him. He sucked my lip further into his mouth and pressed a rough kiss before releasing it to nip his way down to my breasts. "God, you are so gorgeous," Darrien growled and buried his face in my chest. I laughed with the silly feeling of having a grown man treat my boobs like magical pillows to bury himself with. My hands drifted to his head and I let him play as much as he wanted. His hair was short and bristly against my palm and I gently rubbed them over the texture. Darrien kissed and sucked until all the skin I could see was covered in hickeys. He undid the straps the held together the silk around my breasts and slid his hands between the fabric and my skin. The sensation of his rough fingertips and the smooth silk made me clench my thighs. He circled my areolas with his nails, slowly drawing closer to the center. I reached my hands up to the straps on my shoulder so I could pull the silk off my tortured nipples. His hands moved so fast that I didn't see him grab my wrists but I certainly felt his hands leave my breasts and I wasn't too happy about that. He pulled my hands from the straps and stared into my eyes while shaking his head no. "You should know better than to undress. You are my present and I'm going to unwrap you," he chided. "Yes, sir," was what I said but in my mind I was saying, 'Bastard! Let the poor nipples breathe!' He must've heard my inner voice because that one eyebrow was raised again and I could just tell he was laughing at me on the inside. I let myself wriggle against his crotch as a distraction but he didn't take the bait so I licked my lips for good measure. He smiled and pulled my hands up to his head. "Keep them there, understood?" "Yes, sir," I wriggled again for good measure. "Good girl," his hands slid down my arms but instead of moving them back under the silk he started to draw circles on top. The sensation ten times worse since it just moved the fabric more against my aching nipples. Strange strings were being pulled inside my body by his movements. I felt my pussy heat up and dampen even though I squeezed my legs shut. It felt like the tips of my nipples were white hot and all I wanted to do was cover them with my hands. Instead I rubbed my hands slowly through his hair. He looked up from the sight of my hard nipples poking into the silk, "Enjoying yourself?" "Yes, sir," I smiled sickly sweet, nothing like the seductive smile Jolie had given Jamal but it made Darrien grin. He leaned down to nip at my nose playfully, which just made me wrinkle my nose. His hands didn't stop moving, drawing the circle further in towards the center of my breasts. My back arched and I pressed myself further into his hands. Darrien drew his palms down to my ribcage underneath my breasts and pressed me down into the bed so I didn't move. The pressure caused my breath to hitch and I had accidently pushed my palms hard on his head. I made an effort to loosen my fingers and stroke his hair. He leaned down, keeping me firmly against the bedding, and started to redraw the same circles with his nose. I let my head drop back in exasperation and closed my eyes. The feeling of soft movement against softer silk filled me. I let go and fell into my senses. My body relished the strength of his body holding mine down and the gentleness of his movements on my chest made me want to squirm and jump against him. Right as I started to relax he leaned over and took my right nipple in his mouth and sucked, "Son of a Bitch!" I hissed out a breath. Darrien chuckled deep in his throat and licked before biting and gently pulling. He released the soaken silk from his mouth to take the other one into his mouth and repeat the delicious sucking. My nails scraped against his scalp, drawing a groan from both our throats. He licked and bit my nipple creating perfect symmetry of feeling before blowing softly on both. His head burrowed between my breasts again and he lifted his hands to push them against his face. "Enjoying yourself?" I murmured. "Absolutely," came the muffled replies deep in between my chest. God help him but he was going to suffocate if he stayed there long. He ground his crotch down into mine, the heat that had been steadily growing before burst to life once again. My thighs squeezed before falling open. His left hand left my breast and traveled down to lift my leg from between his and wrap my ankle around his waist. Darrien dug his left knee into the gap he had created and my hips started grinding my wet pussy covered now in equally wet silk against his thigh muscles. More muffled words; "Good girl, Tess." The man was going to drive me crazy and he had even driven into me yet. His mouth returned to my nipple while his other hand went down to his belt buckle. The movement of the plane turning reminded me that we weren't just in any hotel. My first time was going to be in the sky. Half of my brain was focused on the feelings that Darrien was feeding me while the other half was starting to panic about having my first time. The girls back at the business had mostly been virgins because the business had been specialized. They had told horror stories about cherry popping; bleeding, breaking, stretching, large men pressing, grunting, sweating, and leaving a girl unhappy. A part of me knew that Darrien had already given me so much pleasure that if he wanted to leave it undone I wouldn't be too angry, upset; yes, angry; no. My hips moved in circles, pressing into my clit. A zipper sound made me look to find Darrien pulling his cock free from his black boxers. He lifted his head from my breast and leaned forward to press his lips to mine. I returned the pressure, opening my lips to him. Our tongues played together and his right hand took my captured thigh and placed it around his hips so he was free to place himself between my legs. I stretched open for him. Darrien gripped my waist and pulled my down the bed till our heat melded together. The silk was pulled up until I was open to him. A finger delved inside and I sucked in a small breath at the intrusion. "How does it fit?" I whispered in worry and awe. My eyes couldn't look away from the size of him. I certainly wasn't that size inside. I had felt around before and my pussy was much too small. "Tightly, I'll make your body remember mine. You'll be made to fit only me," his smile was predatory. Darrien's finger pressed up and he quickly rubbed in and out. Slick sounds echoed in my ears and he licked my lips before distracting me with a long kiss. He slid a second finger into my pussy. I bit his lip before pulling it gently. His groan made my hips lift against his hand. "Darrien," I whispered his name into his mouth. His fingers left me feeling empty but I could feel the heat of his cock pressing against my pussy, "Please." "Stick your tongue out," the words came out like a growl. I licked his upper lip and he took my tongue into his mouth, sucking hard. The sensation distracted me when he thrusted his cock deep into my body. I couldn't hold back a whimper as a part of me broke to let him in. Darrien bit down on my tongue distracting me with the small pain then licked the pain away, "Kiss me, Tess." I kissed him as hard as I could. My mouth opened to meet his and I focused relaxing the rest of my body. I tightened the muscles in my pussy and was rewarded with a groan of hot air that brushed against my wet lips. "Darrien," I moaned. I couldn't stop myself from saying his name. I wanted him to be mine like I was his. I wanted him to make me all his, "Darrien." I relaxed around his cock and he slowly pulled out until just the head pushed against the small opening. He stretched me open and pushed deep when he started to thrust. "So good, you're my good girl, aren't you Tessa?" "Yes, all yours, I'm your Tessa," My hips jerked when he hit that spot deep inside that sent a spike of lightning up my spine and down my legs, "Yes, yes, yes . . ." I drifted off into small moans and whimpers. My nipples rubbed into the silk while my body rocked back and forth. I could feel a building of heat that made my head dizzy and had me panting. "That's it, tighten for me, Tessa," his arms braced along my side and his hands tangled into my hair. Darrien lowered his chest so my breasts rubbed against him while he moved inside me, "You like it here, don't you?" I nodded when I couldn't find breath to answer. I pulled his head down to mine and bit his nose like he had mine. Marking him as mine in his way, he may own me but that wouldn't stop me from claiming him. I wanted to keep him. He tilted his head to kiss me deeply and moved faster. Our bodies pounding into one another, I felt his muscles tense under my legs. My ankles locked together around his hips. The heat started to burn inside me and the friction of his chest dragging the fabric of our clothes across my nipples was making my pussy squeeze with each motion. His cock pounding into my pussy made me clench tight to hold him deep. "I'm almost there. Cum with me, Tessa," his words pushed onto my lips and I nodded again before sliding my tongue into his mouth and licking softly. He pounded fast a few more times before slowly drawing his cock to the opening and sliding smoothly back in, by the third time my eyes started to tear up with the need for him to go rough. My hands locked against his jaw and I pulled him tighter to me and angled my hips up. He just moved slower and my legs shivered. Darrien's knees braced around my waist and his hands drew down until they pressed into the flesh of my ass. He held me still while I tightened to painfulness around him. His cock slid to the very entrance of my pussy and I whimpered into his mouth. "Cum for me, Tessa," he slammed into me and started thrusting with everything he had. "Darrien," I ground out the words. My head fell back and my body went berserk. Every nerve ending lit on fire and I gasped out little breathy sounds I had never made before. Shaking and shivering all over I clenched down on him. He grunted and buried himself deep and pushed his head between my breasts where he licked a hot path up my sternum. His teeth closed over my clavicle and my limbs went limp while he emptied himself inside me. Darrien collapsed on me. He turned his head to the side and breathed a happy sigh before closing his eyes. I could feel his breath slowly become normal again. My hands stroked through his now sweaty hair, the black locks shiny in the soft light of the bedside lamps. I licked my lips and tried to swallow through my now dry mouth. Now, I finally understood why everyone wanted to have sex so much. If it was like that every time then I'm surprised any work ever gets done. A soft, happy feeling filled my heart and I pressed a kiss to his damp head. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and relaxed my legs to lay next to his. My arms closed and my breathing softened while I fell to sleep fully sated and in the arms of a man who would be mine; Darrien. To be continued . . . Please Let Me Be Ch. 05 All characters in this story are completely fictional and are above the age of 18 in the entire story. This series will feature a lot of non-consensual and BDSM themed stories so keep in mind that this is fiction and fantasy and should not be played out in real life without safety precautions. This particular chapter involves something close to rape and sadistic elements so keep in mind that if that bothers you that you should not read this. I do not in any way condone 1) drug usage, 2) rape, and 3) pain that is not meant for the pleasure of your partner. I will be using these things in this chapter and hope that everyone knows that none of these things are acceptable in any way except in the possibility of consensual rape play and sado-maso relationships with safe words and established communication. Be smart and play safe. Now you may enjoy. ***** I awoke to find myself alone and curled up on the bed with a soft green blanket covering me. Darrien wasn't in the room but the man with the blue-tie was, he sat in a chair across from the bed with a glass of water sitting on a small table next to him. "Good morning," he smiled and I vaguely remembered him complimenting me as lovely back in the red room. "Morning," I responded warily. He was the taller, more Hispanic looking man of the group. I tried to memorize the details of him since I knew that if Darrien kept me, as I wanted him to, I'd probably end up in this man's company more often than I'd like. "Feeling any pain? A girl's first time usually isn't without it's aches," he held up the glass of water from the table and opened his hand to show a pair of pills. I flexed my muscles and slowly moved across the bed while keeping the blanket close to me for warmth. A deep ache started in my hips and a twinge of pain came from inside my pussy. Putting my feet flat on the floor I faced this man whose name I couldn't remember and tried to decide if he was safe to trust. "I'm in charge of the women in the group's business. These are my remedy," he held the pills and water out to me. "Where's Darrien?" I looked around the room stupidly, as though Darrien would jump out from a corner of the room miraculously. "He's out talking business with Max and Jamal," he gestured to the main cabin door with the hand holding the water. "Oh. OK," not the most eloquent of words. "I'm Marco by the way," He held the items even closer to me and I finally chose to take the water and pills just so he'd put his hands down. "I'm Tess," I downed the meds on instinct. "How did Darrien treat your first time?" I looked at Marcus oddly. In no way did I want to give this stranger a description of my first time. It was too personal and I was much too awkward to explain such a thing to anyone let alone someone I didn't really know, although, now that I thought about it, I didn't know Darrien much more than I knew Marco. "For your safety, if he harms you physically or mentally then I will need to be notified so we can get you all fixed up and back in working order," Marco explained. "Oh, I'm fine then. Thank you." He didn't look too happy about my blank response to his concern. I leaned back further into the bed, my mind was going a bit fuzzy. Shaking my head to break the barrier in my ears I saw his smile return. I blinked a few times before scooting back on the bed and against the far wall from Marco. "I forgot to tell you, those will make you a bit drowsy," he leaned forward and took the empty cup from off the floor. When had that fallen? I slid down to my side, my eyes closing under the weight of the drugs. "What," I murmured and then fell asleep. -From Jolie's Point of View at a later time- "Welcome to your new home," my owner gestured to a large white and black room. Jamal was his name and he certainly had seemed like a good enough Master so far, dark skinned like me with a stout body type and a handsomely bald head he was attractive in his own way. The man who stood behind me on the other hand was making me nervous. Master kept calling him Marco, he was a tall, Hispanic looking man. I ignored him as best I could while I looked over the minimalist space before me. A large black silk covered bed took up most of the room with black and white swirled carpet kept my feet warm and white walls glowed under soft lighting. They had blindfolded me for the walk inside and I hadn't seen Tess since she had first entered the airplane earlier that night. It was making me nervous to not have her familiar presence nearby but I knew better than to let on my nervousness to my Master. "Thank you, Master Jamal for my new home," I had been trained in proper responses. He nodded and pulled me over to the bed where he pressed my shoulders down until I kneeled down in front of him before it. "Ready to break in your shiny new toy?" Marco asked Jamal. They stood side by side and stared down at me. "Just promise not to actually break this one. I spent a lot on her," Jamal gave Marco a scolding look. "It wasn't my fault the last one was faulty," Marco's smile did not relieve me. The soft carpet before was starting to feel gritty against my knees and sweat started to gather on my body as the conversation furthered. "You get too piercing happy with your needles. I like piercings on a girl as much as the next guy but even I think that was overkill." "I think we're starting to make her nervous. There is nothing to worry about," Marco forced my head up when I tried to look away from them; "Maybe we'll save that for next time. Wouldn't want to start out on too high of a level for you." My skin tightened and I swallowed. The feeling of my throat moving against his hand made Marco smiled in a way that would make any girl want to run far and fast in the other direction. Master Jamal started to undress, his shirt, pants and shoes quickly made their way into a puddle next to me. Marco's fingers had slowly tightened on my throat and my vision went grey for a few seconds. Air burned through my throat when he finally released me. Sparks flittered through my vision and I felt my worry grow larger by the second. Marco grabbed my hair and pulled me up until I stood with my nose inches from his. "I'm going to enjoy this," he smiled again and even though it looked harmless I felt goosebumps pop up along my skin. I was flung onto the bed and scrambled back against the headboard without realizing my actions. The horror stories of the business filtered back into my mind and I suddenly wanted very much to be far away. Master Jamal flicked the lights off but the surroundings still glowed a ghostly white and Marco's dark suited form didn't look any less sinister. He slid off his jacket and shoes before crawling onto the bed towards me. His legs slid around mine and he planted his hands around my head. I wasn't a small woman topping out at around 6 feet tall so this was the first time that I had ever truly felt this puny, intimidated down to the very core of me. My legs curled in close to my body but my eyes never left Marco. If I let him out of my sight then I wouldn't see the pain coming, and I could tell that it was coming. He leaned down and I felt his hair brush against my cheek while his mouth brushed against my collarbone. "It's always best when they don't know, isn't it, Jamal?" Marco's voice startled me. "You're such a tease," Jamal climbed onto the bed next to Marco and gripped his head. I watched in surprise as Master Jamal pulled Marco to him and kissed him. It felt strange to see two men kiss so blatantly but it felt completely wrong that it was Master Jamal and Marco. How could the man who had taken me as his and this other frightening person do such a thing? I couldn't look away when their mouths opened and they started licking each other like they were coated with sugar. A small tingle of warmth sprung up in my stomach and I recoiled inside from my own reaction. How could this be a turn on? They looked so excited that I couldn't help but shiver a bit from the excitement that I might feel like that someday. Then reality crashed back. Any pleasure I would feel in the future would be at the mercy of these two men. Master Jamal yanked Marco back and released his hair roughly. Marco only laughed and crawled up to me so he sat with his back against the headboard. An arm slid around my waist and I found myself on Marco's lap. His hard dick pushed into my thigh and I glanced from him to Master Jamal with anxiousness. I couldn't tell if I was excited or freaking out. "Don't worry, we'll play with you too," Marco whispered into my ear before licking up my neck and biting the lobe. I pulled against him weakly but he just held me tighter. My struggles made him smile into the skin at my throat. "What game should we do first?" Master Jamal undid the straps holding my dress together and pulled the fabric off my body before dropping it on the floor. "Pony, maybe?" Marco's hand around my waist drifted lower to the patch of hair above my pussy. "Hm, how about Jack and Jill?" Master Jamal's hands curled around my ankles tightly. "With two Jacks? She'll never know which way is up ever again," Marco laughed and bit down on my shoulder causing me to jump, "I've always wanted to play the Spider and the Fly." Master Jamal smiled and pulled my legs apart. His body was suddenly flush against mine and the heat washed over me. His erection pressed into my belly. Marco's fingers slid down until he cupped me. His other hand lifted to tangle into my hair and pull my head back until I laid across his thighs with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. Heart pounding and blood rushing to my head I closed my eyes in an attempt to calm down. Marco's finger pushed against my opening and my eyes snapped open. "Enter here?" Marco laughed darkly while prying into me. My body was arched back with my legs were held in place around Master Jamal's hips by his hands. Marco slowly finger fucked me and I lost time in the sensations. The floor and wall in my vision were an eerie off white in the darkness and it matched the eerie white feelings flickering through my body like slow shocks. I winced every time he pushed deep into me but the sensation felt strangely good. His finger swirled around inside and my muscles tensed. "Does this make her the spider or the fly?" Master Jamal's voice thrummed through the room, surprising me. "I'd say she's the fly," Marco added another finger and rubbed harder. My breath started to catch in my throat. A burning flowed into my belly and out into the rest of me. My fingers were frozen in the bedding despite this new heat. Marco's fingers slid out of my pussy and he turned my head to look at him with his other hand. My eyes slowly focused as I watched him suck the juice off. The sight was so erotic I couldn't help but moan a little deep in my throat. The answering smile on his face didn't make things any better. His distraction was enough to drive my attention away from Master Jamal who took the opportunity to line up and push swiftly into me. His cock felt huge and hard. The pain had a hold of me. No way in hell was it possible for this man's cock to fit in me but he had. I had gasped in pain and noticed I was holding my breath when Marco leaned down to kiss my chest. The gentle touch shocked me and he looked at me from between my breasts and smiled before biting down on the soft flesh. A bruised started to form immediately along with tears in my eyes. I could only feel his teeth on me until Master Jamal pulled out and then that pain came right back. They took turns torturing me. Slam, bite, slide, lick, repeat. The next time I looked up all I saw were red bite marks and Master Jamal's heavy lidded eyes as he picked up speed. My hips ached along with my nipples, the only place Marco hadn't had in his mouth so far. Legs shivering and twitching as the tension built up in my body I couldn't distinguish the pleasure from the pain. This was beyond anything I could've imagined. "Look," Marco demanded before rubbing his lips roughly against mine. Even his kiss was an assault. His tongue pushed and his teeth pulled. I opened to him. The slick feeling of his tongue sliding against mine mimicked Master Jamal's cock in my pussy, "There you go." He murmured and tilted his head to take more of my mouth hostage. My hands left the bed and I grabbed hold of him. His hand threaded through my hair and I felt him grip my wrists with both hands before roughly pulling me upright. My head swirled with the sudden movement and my pussy clenched in surprise. "Fuck," Master Jamal groaned now that I was sitting straight up on his cock and he leaned back so my nipples barely brushed against his chest. "Touching me without permission is against the rules," Marco pressed into my back while hold my hands above my head. His hips ground against my ass and I leaned back into him, "I'll have to punish you." He pulled my hands down and behind my back before binding them together. I heard a rustling sound and peeked back to find him without a shirt of tie and his cock sticking straight out from his pants that were now unzipped. Marco pushed me forward until I rested against Master Jamal who started rocking me on his cock. I started to relax from the warmth the movement gave me and closed my eyes. Then I felt hands pull my ass cheeks apart and a finger slide around my hole. My eyes weren't closed anymore. I started to protest but before I could get a word out Master Jamal pulled me down into a kiss. My mind couldn't be distracted from the finger that was now pushing its way into my ass. "You are definitely the fly in this situation," Marco's murmur had me tightening around Master Jamal and clenching my ass tight around Marco's finger. He just laughed and found lube before spearing two fingers inside. My brain started to go fuzzy again and Master Jamal had a hold on my hips and was grinding me down on him while sucking on my tongue. I lost track of myself in the sensations. Until Marco lined his cock up with my ass and started to push in. Then I fought back only to find myself biting down on a hunk of the bedding with tears in my eyes and two cocks shoved up my once virgin holes. The pain really started as they alternated sliding in and out of me. Marco gripped my hair and hands, Master Jamal forced my hips up and down. All I could feel was the movements. Nothing else mattered but feeling them push deep into me. The friction started to overwhelm the pain and my brain gave out on me. Both of them panted and started to kiss over my shoulder. Their bodies moved in synch and they sped up. "Cumming," Marco moaned. "Me too, ready?" Master Jamal's voice was low and rough. They forgot about me but my pussy couldn't forget them. I could feel the spasms coming on deep inside me when they slammed into me. I came around them and could feel hot, wet spurts inside as they both stilled and then ground deeper into me. "So fucking good," One of them murmured before they started sucking tongues again. I collapsed in between them, my legs twitching with leftover energy. "Best purchase ever," Marco laughed and pulled out of me. The gaping coldness shivered through me but I couldn't make myself care. Master Jamal rolled me onto my side and slid out of my pussy. I felt slimy and bruised and beaten but somewhere deep inside my body said it was sated. My breath wheezed out and I closed my eyes while the two men left the room with the sound of the door slamming being the last thing I heard before I passed out. To be continued . . .