
Four Play
by
Kimberly Zant
© copyright by Kimberly Zant
cover art by Eliza Black
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
I was both excited and nervous when I worked my way into the Aphrodite. I'd heard it was the place for singles to meet and mingle, and after spending half my life as a staid wife I was definitely, irrevocably, single and feeling the need to express a little wildness. Despite that, I'm not sure, if I'd known what would happen that night, that I would've been able to gather the nerve to go. Fortunately, I had no clue that I was about to experience a complete transformation--the most exciting night of my life---and that it would change my whole outlook on the world and my place in it.
Inside, the music was the next thing to deafening. People crowded the place so tightly that it took me nearly twenty minutes to spot a stool to park myself. I pictured salmon fighting their way upstream to spawn, for it was a struggle to move more than a few inches at the time.
I was actually surprised when I spotted the little table near the back, completely deserted. There were five chairs around the table. A couple of empty glasses and some wadded up napkins cluttered the table, and I wondered if I would be ousted if I sat down. Maybe the people at the table were on the dance floor?
Finally, I decided to chance it. I sat down, pushed the debris to the other side of the table and looked around, trying to look open and friendly.
I realized as I looked around that I was as out-of-place as a preacher's dick at a virgin's wedding---a crudity my former spouse had been fond of using---but which, somehow, seemed appropriate to the occasion. Everyone looked so young!
My excitement took a nose dive. My nervousness intensified.
My story wasn't unique by any means. I'd married my high school sweetheart. He'd gone on to college and then medical school while I supported us as a waitress and produced children---four of them. By the time my husband had finished medical school, my youngest was ready to start kindergarten and it was my turn to go to college.
Somehow, though, my turn never quite came. My husband needed money to set up his practice. There were bills, bills, bills, from his education that still hadn't been paid off. I continued to work. He worked. Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye and one day I came home early and found my husband in our bed with one of his nurses.
He wanted a divorce. I wanted to kill him, but I had my children to think of.
During the divorce, I discovered my husband had been three jumps ahead of me all the way. Undoubtedly, he'd been planning the divorce for a while and so, despite the circumstances, he'd ended up with pretty much everything---which everyone told me he'd earned anyway---and I ended up with pretty much nothing---which everyone implied I deserved. I had slaved to put him through medical school, but he had become a wealthy doctor and I was now looked upon as a gold digger.
With nothing more than a high school education, it didn't look as if I was likely to have anything I'd earned myself either.
Husband shopping seemed the only option for me. I'd only been allowed to hang up my waitress uniform five years previously to become the housewife my husband had promised I would be, but that five years seemed like a yawning cavern, apparently, to potential employers. In desperation, I'd had to take a job at a little coffee shop. Tips and earnings together produced an income well below poverty level.
I wasn't hanging out to snare a rich man. I was just hoping to find someone who would help me pay the rent so I didn't have to face eviction every other month.
So, here I sat, putting myself on the auction block for the first time in twenty years and discovering that I'd passed my expiration date.
There didn't seem to be a single male in the place over the age of thirty. Most looked as if they'd only just reached drinking age. The 'girls' looked like movie stars and models--for that matter, so did the young men.
Despite the hard life I'd led, I had always taken an interest in my appearance and had worked hard to stay in good shape, keep my weight down. I was more voluptuous than thin, but definitely not fat and hadn't realized the hour glass figure I was so proud of seemed to have gone the way of the dinosaurs. I'd thought, until I entered the dating zone, that I looked pretty damned good for a woman who had forty breathing down her neck.
Maybe I did, but I still looked thirty-ish, no matter what, and these girls looked twenty-ish---about the age of my ex-husband's new wife.
I was about to get up and slink out the door like a whipped dog with his tail between his legs when a waitress appeared. "What'll you have?"
I hesitated. Maybe one drink? I could nurse it and sit for a while and then, always supposing anyone at all had noticed my arrival, I wouldn't look quite so much like a whipped dog when I left.
"How much is a screwdriver?"
She told me. It sounded like an awful stiff price for one little drink, but I nodded. While she was gone, I dug into my purse and counted my money---twice. It was all still there, all ten dollars. Well, one drink wouldn't break me. It couldn't when I was already broke.
I noticed a young man struggling through the crowd in my direction after the waitress had left. My heart executed a little flip flop. I might be thirty something, but I could still admire a pretty face! He was gorgeous! Tall, nearly six feet I guessed or maybe a little over six, well built, and as handsome as a young movie star, his face all hard angles and planes that made me breathless just looking at it.
Why, I wondered, had men not looked like that when I was young? I couldn't recall even one that had looked this good. There had been plenty that were handsome, some that were pretty well built---the football players---but nothing in this kind of heart-stopping package.
I wondered where he was heading.
I looked around. I knew there were no tables behind me. I was near the wall, but maybe I'd settled near the entrance to the men's room? I didn't see a door though.
He'd reached the table before it occurred to me that I must be sitting at his table.
He propped his elbows on the table, favored me with a heart stopping smile, and leaned close. "You come here often?"
I stared at him blankly, shaking my head slowly like someone who was mentally deficient.
"Mind if I sit down?"
"Uh, no." I supposed he couldn't find a seat either. I stared at the dance floor, trying not to look as uncomfortable as I felt. He was stunning, but I seriously doubted if he was much older than my oldest son.
He leaned close again. "My name's Rance. What's yours?"
His cologne, when he leaned close, sent my senses reeling--or maybe it was just being that close to him. I ignored the rush of excitement, staring at him in fascination when he straightened in his seat once more. "Delilah," I said finally, deciding that he was just trying to be polite.
He leaned close again, draping an arm over the back of my chair. "What's that?"
The waitress arrived with my drink. Relieved at the distraction, I snatched up my purse, fumbled for my wallet. By the time I'd retrieved it, I discovered the young man was paying for the drink and ordering a beer for himself. "Oh. You shouldn't have done that!"
He waved a hand, dismissing my protest. "My treat!"
"But...!"
"What did you say your name was again?"
"Delilah."
A faint smile curled his lips. "As in Sampson and?"
I felt a blush rising. "Everybody just calls me Lilah."
He chuckled. His laugh was as nice as his voice. It raised goose bumps. "I think I'm going to call you Delight."
I suspected he was making fun of me and felt my blush deepen to a dark, and probably very unflattering, scarlet.
He put an arm around the back of my chair and leaned close again. "Hey, if it makes you uncomfortable, I won't," he murmured close to my ear.
He must be drunk, I decided. Or maybe he just couldn't see me that well? It was certainly very dim in the nightclub.
There was no mistaking now, though, that he was flirting.
I managed a smile, wondering if I should just tell him I was way too old to be of interest to him.
Or, maybe, he was what passed for a gigolo these days? Maybe he was one of those gorgeous young men who attached themselves to older women with money?
"What do you do for a living?"
I'm sure I looked as uncomfortable as I felt. Now was the moment of truth. Now his eyes and his smile would cool, he'd excuse himself and disappear. "I'm a waitress," I said bluntly.
He leaned back, looked me over speculatively. "Oh? Where do you work?"
I was stunned to silence for several moments. He didn't look the least put off by my humble circumstances. It had to be the lack of light then, I decided.
I told him the name of the coffee shop. He nodded, leaned close again, told me he was a departmental supervisor at a software development company.
I was impressed---extremely surprised, but impressed. Maybe I just wasn't very good at judging age. Surely, if he had that sort of position he must be at least a little closer to thirty than twenty?
But still years younger than me. It had to be the lighting, I decided.
His beer arrived. Two young men had trailed the waitress. Like Rance, they could have been mistaken for young heart throbs of the silver screen. One of the two was no more than medium in height, but stocky or, more likely since the stockiness did not include his middle, more heavily muscular than the other man with him. The second was tall and lanky, fair, and almost baby faced pretty. He reminded me strongly of Brad Pitt.
They ordered beer, then sprawled in the vacant chairs at my table. The young man who'd introduced himself to me as Rance leaned toward them. "This is Delilah."
He knew them? I'd assumed they had just wandered over to find a place to sit.
"This is Jerico. And the computer nerd over there is Trey. They work with me."
Jerico of the sports jock build and Trey, who could have gotten a job as Brad Pitt's double. I would have been willing bet my last cent that if these three worked together and there were any females on staff, it would have been impossible for the females to keep their minds on work.
I smiled and nodded at the introductions, but I was becoming more uncomfortable by the moment. Now I had three very young, very good-looking men at the table with me. I should have felt flattered, I suppose, or at the least, gratified to find myself surrounded by gorgeous young hunks, but I felt like I'd stumbled upon some sort of game. Any minute they would do or say something to indicate that they'd only been amusing themselves at my expense. Surreptitiously, I downed several healthy swallows of my drink, hoping it would help me to relax.
The waitress came back with the two bottles of beer the newcomers had ordered. Trailing behind her was another young man. Like Rance, the newcomer was swarthy, his hair a dark color close to black. He didn't appear to be quite as tall as Rance, though that might have been because he looked to be a good bit more muscular---like Jerico the newcomer had the build of a sports jock. He ordered a round and sat down in the last seat, across from me. He was introduced as Nick.
The young man named Trey, who'd sat next to me, opposite Rance, leaned over closer to me, placing his arm on the back of my chair. "You ready for another drink?"
I'd only taken a few sips---gulped them actually and was feeling a little light headed already---though it was possible my senses were merely swimming in the testosterone surrounding me. I shook my head. He grinned. "Better get one while the waitress is here, pretty lady. What are you drinking?"
"Screwdriver," Rance volunteered, leaning forward and dropping his hand on my knee as he spoke to Trey.
"Bring another screwdriver, too," Trey told the waitress, then leaned over, I thought, to speak. Instead, he sniffed my neck. "Like your---perfume."
I stared at him a long moment when he sat back, then looked at Rance. Rance gave me a smoldering look that made my heart skip a beat. I glanced at Jerico and Nick. Nick grinned lazily and winked. Jerico, I saw, was looking at me as if he was hungry, and I was roast beef.
I realized they were all sizing me up.
I began to feel rather overwhelmed. I had studied them thoroughly, naturally, but being checked out by four men at once, and four, moreover, that were all well above average in looks, was more than a little intimidating.
I should have felt superior in age if nothing else. Rance looked like he might be the oldest of the four, and if he was a day over twenty five, I would've been shocked speechless ... which meant I was sitting at a table surrounded by four young men roughly half my age.
I found, though, that I didn't feel as in control of the situation as I would've liked.
"Excuse me. I need to go to the lady's room."
I got up abruptly.
Rance pointed toward the back of the building. I saw the sign with some dismay. I'd rather hoped I could use the restroom as an excuse for making a quiet exit, but it was in the opposite direction from the club's entrance.
I went to the restroom.
It was crowded. I checked my makeup while I waited my turn. I looked pretty much as I had when I'd left home, but it seemed to me that my makeup looked a bit on the garish side in the bathroom lighting---Maybe they thought I was a hooker? I took out powder to tone it down, then brushed my hair, which was far longer than was considered stylish anymore, but which had always been my best feature, which made me reluctant to cut it.
A girl, young woman, who looked to be about twenty was watching me. I glanced at her questioningly. "Your hair's pretty. Is that your natural color?"
She seemed nice enough, friendly. I wasn't inclined toward deception. "Only sort of. I put a rinse on to cover the gray."
The girl looked surprised. "You're kidding, right?"
"Nope."
"Premature, huh? That sucks. What's the color?"
"Beautiful blonde."
I had to wonder if everyone in the place suffered from poor eyesight. It was dark in the main area of the club, but surely light enough in the bathroom to see that I was old enough to have graying hair. Of course, there were lots of lucky people who were well into their fifties before they had a noticeable amount of gray, but there were also plenty who found gray at thirty, just as I had and discovered it was beginning to be very noticeable by the time they were approaching forty.
I decided as I left the lady's room, that I would just make my way to the door and leave. I'd had a drink, chatted with some single guys. It was time to go home.
Rance met me before I'd managed to gain ten feet toward the door. "The table's over there."
"Oh ... uh ... I got turned around."
He put his hand on my elbow and led me back to the table.
Trey, Jerico and Nick all stood up when I arrived, which made me wonder if they were just that well mannered, or if they were well aware, dark or not, that I was much older and that was why they were behaving so respectfully. Trey slipped an arm around my waist before I could sit down, moving intimately against me. "Would you like to dance?"
It was a slow dance and I loved to dance. I readily agreed.
I lost track of the time after that. I also lost track of how many drinks I'd had. There always seemed to be a full glass in front of me. The men weren't just devastatingly gorgeous, they were funny, articulate, intelligent and seemed to have set out to vie for my attention.
"Last call."
I looked up at the waitress, more than a little stunned. Last call?
"Another round," Trey said. "Just go ahead and bring us two each."
Resolutely, I shook my head. "I drove. I really shouldn't have any more. I'm going to have to sober up just to drive home." I feared, in fact, that I would have to call a cab---which wasn't in my budget.
He laughed. "I'll call someone to come get you."
I shook my head. "Nobody's there. I live alone."
It was a sore point with me. My former husband had been granted custody of our underage children---the oldest had opted to stay with him, as well, though he was now off at college. The judge had assured me that I was not being judged on moral grounds, that it was merely a case of economics---I wasn't able to support the children. It was hardly fair. My husband made enough to pay child support and that, with my income, would have provided for us. But, in all honesty, the children probably knew their father better. I'd worked two, and often three jobs as they were coming up since I'd been unable to find one that paid enough to keep body and soul together. My husband had been their primary care giver, always home when he wasn't at school.
It had still crushed my spirit that they had chosen to stay with him, leaving me, at thirty six, homeless, childless to all intents and purposes, and with no future.
Life was hell. I didn't know why everyone was always going on about being good to keep from going to hell after they died.
The men exchanged glances. I didn't know whether it was my comment, or my expression that caused the silent communication between them, but I dismissed it. It was better, I'd found, not to dwell on my situation too hard.
"We'll take you home."
I suppose it was a testimony to the amount of liquor I'd consumed that that sounded perfectly reasonable to me. They'd been drinking too. They didn't seem as thoroughly drunk as I now realized I was, but I'd seen the beer bottles come and empty bottles go. They seemed to have been drinking fairly steadily.
Or, maybe, it was just a testimony to my loneliness. I realized I'd been having a lot of fun, a very rare treat for me, and that, like a child, I didn't want it to end.
I had a serious case of the giggles by the time we finally left the club. We wandered around the parking lot for a while. No one seemed to remember where they'd left their car, but no one was too distressed about it.
Finally, when the parking lot had pretty much emptied, we stumbled upon Rance's car.
I was definitely drunk, but not too drunk to recognize a brand spanking new Mercedes.
It almost sobered me.
Rance pointed his clicker at it and unlocked the doors. A good natured argument ensued while they discussed whether I'd sit in the back with Trey and Nick, or in the front with Rance and Jerico.
Somehow, I found myself wedged between Trey and Nick in the back seat. I gave Rance my address and he drove off.
We drove for quite some time. It seemed like rather a long time to me, but I really couldn't see much from where I was sitting, and, truthfully, was still too inebriated to focus very well. Finally, I decided to voice my doubts. "We should be pretty close to my place now."
Rance glanced back at me. "I'm going to stop by my place first. It won't take long. You don't mind, do you?"
The next day was my day off. It really didn't matter, except that I found that I was tired now and wanted to go to bed. I told him I was fine with it.
I fell asleep, although, all things considered 'passed out' might have been a more accurate description.
When I woke it was as if I'd stepped through a hole into another dimension, or another world.
I felt drugged, disoriented. It took an effort to open my eyes.
When I was finally able to focus my vision I only became more disoriented. I should have been looking up at the ceiling. Instead, after several moments passed, I realized I was staring down at the floor.
This so defied logic that I spent several minutes trying to figure it out before I decided to look around.
The room I found myself in was dark. The lighting was strange, and I finally realized it was a black light. Around me, the room seemed to be painted in unrelieved black, the floor, the walls ... I discovered I couldn't see the ceiling.
I discovered I couldn't move at all.
Someone, however, had noticed that I was awake---not too alert, but awake.
"Welcome to the dungeon."
I jerked, instantly recognizing Rance's voice. Turning my head as far as I was able, I saw a figure in the dark. Slowly, he began to move forward, nodding to someone I couldn't see.
I heard a sound, mechanical in nature, and felt myself slowly coming upright.
I was too stunned by what I saw, however, to pay much attention at first.
The voice was familiar. The figure approaching me wasn't.
He was almost completely naked. Dark leather bands crisscrossed a broad, muscular chest. Silver studs formed a pattern along the bands, but they looked rather more like thorns than beads, which seemed an odd sort of ornamentation. As he moved closer, I realized that his groin area was bare. Two thin straps were wrapped around the tops of his thighs, but they seemed designed to cup his sex, making it more noticeable.
He was semi-erect and it was an intimidating sight. Fully erect, his cock must be huge.
I couldn't help but stare at it. I was twenty years past my virginity, but I had never seen but one in my entire life before and my former husband's cock looked like a child's toy beside the jutting monster staring at me now with one dark eye.
"The rules of the dungeon are simple. I am the dungeon master. If you please me, you will be rewarded. If you displease me, you will be punished. Do you understand?"
I looked at him blankly. In truth, he might have been speaking a foreign language.
I discovered then that he was holding a whip. He snapped it. "Do you understand?"
I gulped, suddenly terrified. "I ... uh...."
"Silence slave! You are not to speak unless I give you permission."
It took me a few moments to figure that one out. Finally, I nodded.
He smiled. I had been so mesmerized by his cock that I hadn't realized until that moment that he was wearing some sort of hood. It covered his head and the upper part of his face, with cut outs for his eyes, leaving only the lower part of his face completely visible.
My heart thudded against my chest wall in fright. I gasped for air, but couldn't seem to pull enough into my lungs. Something was constricting my ribs, but I couldn't move my head enough to see what it was.
Rance---the dungeon master---seemed to sense my fear and confusion. He nodded, apparently another signal. The room brightened slightly, enough that the walls became visible---and the other three men.
Each was dressed in leather, similar to Rance, but each costume was slightly different. Neither Trey or Nick wore hoods, but they were wearing masks that covered the upper part of their faces.
It didn't matter. I was no longer disoriented. I knew that I had become captive to the four young men from the nightclub.
What I didn't know, and very much feared, was what they intended to do with me.
I was not left to wonder long, however.
As if on cue, they stepped aside and I found that I was staring at a woman I didn't recognize. She was bound, spread eagle, to some sort of x shaped contraption, her wrists and ankles manacled. Except for the glistening black corset that covered her from just below her breasts to about mid-way down her hips, she was naked, her sex shaved and as bare as a child's. Her hair was blond, hanging loosely around her shoulders.
I turned my head to look at Rance.
She turned her head, as well.
I knew then that I was staring into a mirror. I'd guessed as much but hadn't wanted to accept it.
"I don't understand. What's going on? What're you doing?"
"Silence! You are not to speak unless you are given permission!"
My jaw dropped as the whip snaked out, striking me on the thigh. I winced, expecting momentarily to feel pain. It stung, but, thankfully, it was not a leather whip as I'd feared. It was soft---cloth?
Relief flooded through me. It must be some sort of game then. Maybe they didn't intend to actually hurt me---the question was, what did they intend to do?
I had a fair notion that I knew what it was, but could not decide how I felt about it.
Dimly, it occurred to me that I should be terrified, outraged, furious. Instead, curiosity seemed to be uppermost---well, anticipation, hopefulness, but definitely curiosity placed somewhere in there.
"Move the slave to the table," Rance commanded.
At once, Trey and Nick stepped forward, knelt and released my legs from the manacles. When they stood up again, they reached for the manacles on my wrists. I tried to pull free then, giving in to my instinct to flee, but they held me firmly, half carried, half dragged me over to a small bench.
I was forced down on it, face down. My wrists were secured once more, this time to a bar that extended to either side of the bench. There were metal rings on either side of the corset I was wearing. I'd noticed them, but hadn't considered what they might be for.
I discovered that they were not for ornamentation when the two men clamped them to the table, making sure that I was firmly grounded at the waist.
They grasped my ankles then, spreading my legs so wide my groin muscles complained. Manacles were secured around my ankles and I discovered I couldn't put my legs together. I retained some movement, but not enough to kick out at either of them.
The bench was padded but far from comfortable. It was short, about the same length as the corset I was wearing. My head, shoulders and breasts dangled unsupported at one end, my hips at the other.
I would've been embarrassed at my predicament at any other time, but just now I was too stunned to feel embarrassed.
Rance moved to stand in front of me. His cock was just below my face. It filled my vision, driving thought from my brain.
"You will please me and my friends, slave. Do you understand?"
He repeated the phrase twice before it sank in. I nodded, finally, for it had been born in rather clearly that they would not all be here if they did not all expect to enjoy themselves. The only point I wasn't certain of was what I'd be expected to do besides lay there and let them please themselves.
The whip slashed across my bare buttocks. This time it definitely stung and I realized it could hurt if he wanted it to. "Do you understand?"
I nodded more vigorously.
I could hear movement around me and braced myself, knowing any minute I'd feel penetration as they took turns with me. I should have been horrified at the idea, but the plain fact was that I had grown accustomed to having sex while I was married. I had not had so much as a boyfriend since I'd been banished from paradise. I was needy.
These men were absolutely gorgeous, each one of them, and I had been told I would have them all.
I wondered if I should object, just on principle, but decided that I'd much rather have the sex than another swat with Rance's damned whip.
I waited, feeling my sex grow damp with anticipation.
Moments passed, and still I waited. Finally, Jerico came and sat cross legged beneath me. In a moment, Nick joined him. Rance was still in front of me so I supposed Trey was to be first.
I was a little puzzled by that. Rance seemed to be the leader---had called himself dungeon master---so why wouldn't he be first?
Not that I was particularly anxious to have him fuck me. His cock was so huge it was downright intimidating. I'd had ample opportunity to study all of them. Not one was suffering in manliness ... the smallest of them was far above what I'd heard was supposed to be average ... but Rance was still noticeably bigger and I was more than a little unnerved by his command that I must pleasure them all when all included taking on something that huge.
I felt the bench I was on tilting slowly until my hips were lifted so high I had to come up on tiptoe, and still it rose. It stopped when my toes left the floor, when I no longer had any sort of balance or leverage. The chains holding the manacles around my ankles were pulled taunt as it rose up and I found I could no longer move my legs in any direction.
The front had tilted down.
Rance's cock nudged my chin.
I waited tensely, wondering if I would be commanded to receive before I felt Trey's cock penetrate my sex. Everything so far had been disturbingly ritualistic, so I would not have been surprised if that had been the case. I wanted him to. I wanted to enjoy it, but a serious case of nerves had dried the moisture in my sex as it had the moisture in my mouth.
Trey was big, not quite as huge as Rance, but still considerably bigger than I was used to. It was bound to hurt when he penetrated me if I remained dry.
I jumped when something hot and moist covered the nipple of one breast. A sharp stab of pleasure radiated outward from that point. I looked down and saw that Nick had taken my nipple and was suckling on it. He cupped my breast, massaging it, running the edge of his teeth over my distended nipple. Jerico cupped my other breast as I watched and he too lifted his head, closing his mouth over my other nipple, sucking hard. Twin bolts of hot sensation shot through me with such intensity that I closed my eyes, feeling faint. After a moment, I opened my eyes, watching, feeling my pleasure intensify. Heat rolled through me in waves. My sex flooded with the need for possession.
This then, was why I had been placed on the board, so that my breasts swung free. I hadn't realized until that moment how very accessible they had made me so that each of them could do as he pleased with me without hindrance, if I had felt inclined to fight, without discomfort or a great deal of effort.
It was dizzying, having both breasts finessed at once, each in a different way. Nick tended to bite, almost to the point of pain. Jerico sucked almost to the point of pain, but it never went beyond the 'almost' and it was the most pleasure I'd ever received with a man's mouth, tongue and teeth. Either one would have been pleasurable. Both together sent my senses reeling.
Rance cupped my chin, forcing me to lift my head. I looked up at him, my eyelids half closed at the intense pleasure traveling through me from my breasts to my sex. He nudged my mouth with his cock. Dizzy by now with pleasure, I looked at his hard erection. I knew what he wanted. I realized I wanted it too. I opened my mouth wide.
He grasped my hair, pushing his cock deeply inside my mouth.
He was huge. I thought for several moments I wouldn't be able to take him inside my mouth, but my jaws finally relaxed with the movement as he slipped in and then out again. I was a little surprised to discover that he tasted wonderful, felt wonderful. Aroused by what I was doing, and the sounds of his pleasure, I sucked him, closed my mouth and tongue around him, enjoying the feel and taste of him as he moved slowly in and out, controlling my movements.
Jerico and Nick suckled my breasts, building the pleasure inside of me. In a moment, I felt Trey behind me, pushing his cock into my sex. I nearly came then, but fought off the climax, determined to enjoy it for as long as possible before I allowed myself to cum.
It was wild. I'd never imagined anything in the world like it, having attention lavished so heavily on me that I had pleasure pounding away at me from every direction.
And pounding was the only way to describe it. There was no long, drawn out building of tension. I experienced no wavering dips from pleasure to disinterest and back again that made me wonder if I would be able to achieve climax. Pleasure shot through me the moment Jerico and Nick closed their mouths around each of my nipples. It assaulted me more powerfully when I took Rance's cock into my mouth to suckle it. It crashed through me when I felt Trey shove his huge cock inside my sex, thrusting hard, fast and deep.
Despite my best efforts, it all felt too good to control my assent toward culmination. Within minutes I knew I was racing rapidly toward my climax. With a guttural cry, Rance came. I felt his cock throbbing, knew explosion was imminent, but I could not escape him, knew that he would cum in my mouth---something I had never allowed.
To my surprise, when he came, it was almost electrifying. It sent my own pleasure to the summit. My climax burst upon me so hard I thought for a moment my heart would stop. It was such an explosion that my brain seemed to dissolve. I almost blacked out, only dimly aware that Trey had cum almost at the same moment that I had, almost in a domino effect.
I became aware of my surroundings again only dimly when I felt something warm and wet against my sex. Someone was bathing the juices of my orgasm and Trey's from my sex. I was patted dry. The cloth sent echoes of pleasure through me, but I was sated, exhausted, too weak to move even if it had been allowed.
I found I was still strapped to the bench. The muscles along my inner thighs quivered, but my legs were still splayed wide, my sex open and vulnerable to penetration, my ankles bound, my wrists. I hung limply, but I could not move.
The men, I realized after some moments, had changed places.
I wanted to protest. I was through. I had pleasured both Rance and Trey. I knew both of them had cum when I had. Rance had said that I must pleasure them all, but my body was still quaking with aftershocks. I didn't think I was up to another round after the most explosive climax I'd ever experienced in my life.
I discovered it wasn't my choice.
Trey and Rance took the positions that Jerico and Nick had occupied before. The very moment I felt their mouths close over my nipples, waves of enjoyment quaked through me. I felt my sex grow moist again, despite my will, felt anticipation grow inside of me.
Weakly, I lifted my head. Nick stood before me. His cock was fully erect. It was not quite as big as Rance's, but still big and almost as long as Rance's.
My jaws ached, but I opened my mouth and took him.
I jerked reflexively when I felt a mouth cover my clit. The pleasure raised goosebumps all over me. Again, to my surprise, I found myself climbing toward climax as his tongue worked its magic on my formerly sated nub. I began to suckle the cock in my mouth more enthusiastically as the waves of pleasure washing through me began building, suffusing me with heat.
I had could feel myself nearing culmination when his mouth left my clit. A shiver chased up my spine as cool air dried the moisture on my sex. And then I felt Jerico push the head of his cock against me, nudging the folds of flesh, slowly penetrating my sex. My muscles clenched around his erection. Wet as I was, it took an effort for him to push inside me and his erection filled me to an aching fullness when he had at last sunk fully inside me. My kegel muscles seized his rigid flesh in a choke hold, clenching and unclenching in pleasure.
As much as I was enjoying decadent sex without the guilt of appearing eager, I was almost sorry that I could do nothing more than receive. I desperately wanted to move with him, against him, to have some control of the speed of his rhythm, the depth of his penetration. I tilted my hips up the best I could, urging him to take me hard, to give me all he had. As if he sensed my eagerness, he thrust hard and deep, so deep I thought I'd die ... and all I could think was that I wanted more.
I soon realized I had only thought I had reached the best climax of my life. This time when I reached the breaking point it was so hard I would've screamed when I climaxed, the pleasure was so intense, but my mouth was full of cock. Instead, I groaned, closing my mouth around it, sucking hard as rapture seemed to consume me. I felt his cock jerk, and his juices streamed down my throat as Nick climaxed with me. A moment later, as I was drifting down, I heard Jerico cry out. His hips slammed against me, lifting my hips upward, then he slumped over my back, breathing heavily against my ear.
Spent, I concentrated on trying to catch my breath.
My breathing had not even begun to return to normal when the men once more changed positions.
Again, I was bathed and dried. Again, the men took up their positions around me.
If I had had the energy, I think I would have protested. If anyone had asked me, I would have said that I was incapable of enjoying any further sexual encounters---for the moment anyway.
They didn't ask. They simply began to work on me again. To my surprise, and at least a little dismay, my body responded as if I had had no sex in years and was desperately needy.
I found that I had become more sensitive, more accessible, not less so. My pleasure increased, intensified, grew more rapidly ... but it took longer to reach my peak. The third climax was more powerful than the one before. It left me weak and shaking, barely aware of my surroundings.
I had more than half dreaded the moment when Rance would take his place behind me. Of the four men, he possessed the largest cock and it looked far too large for a woman my size.
When I looked up and saw that Jerico was standing before me, I knew the time had come.
Despite my exhaustion, I tensed with dread, felt my body's juices dry from it.
That was not allowed. They seemed determined that I must enjoy each encounter as much as they did. My breasts were suckled until I again felt my sex grow moist. Rance placed his mouth over my sex, teasing my clit with his tongue, suckling it, forcing it to react to the pleasure he evoked. I took Jerico's cock into my mouth, trying to concentrate on the pleasure, which was not as difficult as it should have been when I had been so thoroughly satisfied by the three men who had already fucked me nearly senseless.
I felt my body stretched to its limits as Rance pushed the swollen head of his cock into my body, penetrating me slowly, carefully. My muscles resisted. He pulled a little way out and then pushed again, over and over, each time easing a little deeper until finally he managed to sink himself deeply inside me. I held my breath as he began to move a little faster, pumping into me over and over. The force of his thrust lifted my hips. My belly ached with the building tension.
When I came, I lost consciousness.
I woke briefly to the discovery that I was in a huge tub. All four men had joined me. They were bathing me.
Thoroughly exhausted, I drifted off again.
When I woke again, I found that I was lying on a bed, on top of satin sheets. I was completely naked. I was tied spread eagle.
The bed dipped. It took an effort to lift my head. Rance was at the foot. He studied me a long moment, then dipped his head. I groaned when I felt his mouth cover my sex, partly in despair, partly in pleasure.
Try though I might to resist, the first touch of his mouth sent pleasure through me. He suckled the tight nub, teased it with his tongue, suckled again. The muscles in my belly clenched. Pleasure rolled through me, consumed me with fire. I moaned, feeling my body awaken to his practiced skills.
In a matter of moments, I felt my body racing toward fulfillment. He sensed I was nearing climax and rose, thrusting inside of me, slipping relatively easily through my body's juices. I cried out anyway as he filled me, driving deeply, lifting my hips from the bed. It was torture. It was the most intense pleasure I'd ever known. I tipped my hips up to receive him, welcoming the pain/pleasure each thrust yielded inside me. Again and again, he thrust inside me, finally leaning forward, biting my nipple gently. A mixture of pain and pleasure shot through me at that and I came explosively. He began to pump inside me faster and faster, each thrust tormenting me with mind boggling pleasure as my climax seemed to go on and on forever. Finally, he cried out, collapsing against me as his pleasure took him over the edge.
I slept briefly, and woke to find Nick had joined me. Again, against my will, I found my body responding to his touch, again pleasure rocketed through me as he took me.
I was barely conscious when Jerico, the last of the four, came to me again. Despite that, he made my body obey him, wrung weak cries of pleasure from me as he took pleasure from me.
When I woke again, I realized that I had no idea of how long I had been in the dungeon. I couldn't recall how many times I had pleasured the dungeon master and his minions.
I knew, though, that I had slept from exhaustion and that I had probably slept for quite a while. It took an effort to move. I realized, however, that my arms and wrists were free. With an effort, I sat upright and looked around. The room was empty. On a table beside the bed was food. A chamber pot was nearby and beyond that a tub of water.
I realized I was starving. I wolfed the food down so fast I nearly choked twice. After the second time, I forced myself to eat more slowly, eyeing the chamber pot with extreme distaste all the while.
When I had finished, I rose. It was then that I discovered why the facilities had been left for me. A collar had been placed around my neck and it was chained to the wall.
Reluctantly, I used what had been provided. I wasn't particularly tempted by the bath, but decided to take advantage of it anyway. I was sticky from hours of sex. The water was tepid, but I bathed, discovering with little surprise that my sex was extremely tender, almost bruised.
I dried and since I found I couldn't go anywhere, lay down on the bed again. I was naked. Even the leather corset had been removed. Pulling the coverlet over me, I drifted to sleep again.
I lost all sense of time, but I knew that I slept many hours. When I woke again, they came to me, one by one, took pleasure, gave pleasure. I knew days passed. I began to realize that, exhausted as I was, I welcomed them. Each one was different, made love differently, pleased me in a different way. And they did make love to me. It was more than just a gang bang, nothing like rape, regardless of the manacles. They never took pleasure without giving it. They kissed me, lavished me with care, gave me more pleasure at times than I thought I could bear.
When they ceased to come, I missed them. Exhausted as I was, I worried that they had deserted me. Finally, I slept.
I don't know if I had been drugged, or if I had merely been fucked to such a point of exhaustion that I slept so deeply nothing roused me, but when I woke again, I found that I was once more in the dungeon.
As before, I had been strapped to the bench. I gripped the bar my hands had been bound to, trying to struggle as I realized my ankles were being bound once more. I heard a whizzing sound, felt the sting of the whip against my bare buttocks. "Be still, slave."
I struggled anyway. I was certain I could not endure another round of sex ... not so soon, not like the first time. My body had spasmed with pleasure over and over until every muscle ached as if I'd run a marathon.
The whip was applied again, harder this time.
My struggles were useless. My ankles were gripped, my legs spread wide and the manacles were secured.
"Do you submit?"
I had no choice. At the moment, I didn't want to, but I knew I was helpless. I subsided, nodding.
My heart leapt into my throat as I felt the bench tilting. Slowly, the chains that bound my ankles tightened as my feet left the floor.
My breasts, free of any confinement, swung gently. I felt the manacles pull taunt on my ankles, my legs spread to their limit, the folds of flesh around my sex parted, offering itself to unimpeded penetration.
I was numb, sore from all the attention that had been lavished upon me night after night ... and still it made no difference. When Jerico fastened his mouth upon my breast, my nipple hardened. Soreness rapidly gave way to pleasure. Nick cupped my other breast, teasing the nipple with his tongue until it stood erect, then suckling it.
My sex flooded with moisture. My stomach clenched with anticipation and I realized that I was indeed a slave. They had tortured me with pleasure until they had trained my body to respond to their command. I could not fight them in any way, couldn't even withhold the cries of pleasure that scraped my throat raw.
I wanted it. If anything, I wanted it far more than I had the first time they had taken me. Then I had missed something I'd never actually had---great sex. Now, I knew what they would do to me. I knew what great sex was and how thoroughly they would please me.
I took Rance's cock into my mouth, ignoring the soreness of my jaws, suckling him as I knew was expected. My body clenched, my sex drenching itself with moisture so that when Trey nudged the opening of my sex and penetrated my body, he found that I was ready for him.
He took his pleasure. I gave Rance pleasure with my mouth, and my body exploded with pleasure that was almost painful.
One by one, I pleasured them all, finding when they were done that as exhausted as I was, I was still quite willing to accept what I believed would come next, another session on the bed.
They had spoiled me. I was addicted to their lovemaking by now, addicted to the crashing pleasure that washed through me as each mounted me in turn.
When they had rested, they removed my manacles and lifted me from the bench. Laying me gently on a bed of pillows, they bathed me. A leather corset was placed on me next, different from the one I'd worn. This had straps that came up over my shoulders, though my breasts were left exposed. It was tugged tight around me. When they'd finished, I was allowed to sink back onto the pillows.
Rance knelt beside me. Cupping my chin, he tilted my head up, looked into my eyes for a long moment, and then lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply. I was breathless when he at last ended the kiss.
"You are slave no more, but princess of the dungeon. We are your slaves, sworn to obey your every whim."
I stared at him. "You mean ... I can leave?" I felt dismay flood through me. In the beginning, I would almost certainly have welcomed the chance to escape their attentions. Now, I felt bereft at the thought of never having them again.
He hesitated. "If you wish. Or you can stay. We want you to stay with us, live with us."
"Live here?" I exclaimed, stunned, disbelieving ... hopeful.
"Look," Trey said uncomfortably, "we went a little overboard---OK a lot. We didn't mean to. It was just supposed to be a night of wild sex. But it was such a turn on to be with someone who seemed to enjoy it as much as we did that we just didn't want to stop."
Nick nodded. "We got so caught up in the fantasy that we didn't think about the fact that we'd probably cost you your job by keeping you here ... until it was too late, anyway."
"So, when we realized that, we knew we had to do something to make it up to you. And we decided to offer you the job of being our dungeon mistress ... full time."
Trey frowned. "That was one option. Actually, my favorite, but we decided we should also offer you an alternative. If you'd rather, we can get you a job where we work. It wouldn't pay all that great, just a dollar or so above minimum wage, but it would be good experience and you'd have something to use for a reference if you decided to leave the company."
I studied their handsome, eager young faces and felt happier than I could ever recall. They actually seemed to care---I saw no anxiety, as if it was concern for their own sakes, that I might try to sue or something---And I suppose I could, even though it would be damned uncomfortable trying something like that when I'd enjoyed myself so much.
"We've got a huge place here," Rance added. "It's not exactly a palace, but it's big enough for the five of us, I think, if you decided to stay with us."
"For how long?"
He shrugged. "As long was you like."
I looked around at the others. "Stay here. Live with ... all of you?"
"As our princess."
I couldn't help but smile. "You're not serious. This is just part of the game, right?"
Rance smiled. "It is a game--one we hope you enjoyed as much as we did, but the offer is dead serious. We have searched for someone like you for a long time, someone who pleased us all, who could handle us all. We'll gladly take care of you. Stay as long as you like. Go when you feel you're ready to move on. But, if you decide to stay, it'll have to be with the understanding that we are your harem."
I laughed. It was crazy, of course, but then I could certainly see why they might have trouble finding anyone willing, or able, to keep up with so many randy guys.
Their faces fell.
I threw my arms around Rance and kissed him, then moved to the others, kissing each of them.
They looked at me questioningly.
"I think I'll take you up on both offers. I can't just stay here. I need to work, so I'd definitely like the job at the company." Experience always counted for as much or more than college---and an office job beat the hell out of waitress work! Anyway, they were bound to grow tired of the game eventually. I wanted something to fall back on. But, in the mean time. "And, I'll be happy to stay as dungeon mistress. Does that mean I get to hold the whip part of the time?"
Rance laughed, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I can't speak for the others , but I can get off on being the submissive once in a while."
"Who'll be first?" Trey demanded.
I laughed. "I think I'm done in at the moment. Give me a few days and we'll all take a trip down to the dungeon again."
They grinned but bowed their heads. "As you wish, Princess Delilah," they said in unison.
I laid back against the pillows, tugging Trey and Rance down with me. "For now, I'd like a little cuddling," I murmured sleepily. "Nick and Jerico can sleep with me tomorrow."
As I drifted off in a haze of happiness I realized the whole world looked a lot brighter and full of promise.
The End

