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continue as I see the
red welts starting to raise on my tits. I sting all over. When will he stop?
This was supposed to be a happy birthday. What is he thinking?
     

Chapter Two
    Uninvited Guests
     
     
    There’s
a knock at the door upstairs and as he leaves the room I begin to wonder if
there’s any way I can undo these leather straps around my wrists and ankles so
I can escape. I’ve had enough. I hear voices upstairs, male voices, and wonder
what’s going on. I can’t move. I need to get down from here. I need to get away.
Matt is a man possessed tonight and I’m fearful of how far he may go with his
power games.
     
    Footsteps
clump their way back down the stairs into the basement where I’m tied up, but
not just Matt’s footsteps. Two of his friends are with him. This is bad. Tommy
is Matt’s best friend, he’s tall and skinny and a bit of a redneck. We’ve never
gotten along, I think he’s an asshole. He’s sexist all the time, and
disrespectful, and we’ve never had a good word to say about each other. His
other friend however, Leon, is average height but looks a bit like a slightly
younger Edward Norton. I’ve fancied him for ages, and even kissed him once at a
drunken party, but now I’m a little concerned what Matt has in mind.
     
    Through
my gag I try to protest but I just make a mumbling sound and I know I won’t get
a say in whatever it is that’s going to happen next.
     
    “Look
at them titties all floppin’ around an’ shit,” Tommy slurs, obviously quite
drunk.
     
    “Them’s
some fine ass titties though Tom,” Leon says. “Evening, Marie.”
     
    “We’re
your birthday present,” Tommy announces, and I feel dread creep into my
stomach. Without a moment’s hesitation Matt walks straight over me and pulls a
blindfold over my eyes. Whatever is going to happen, I won’t get to see any of
it. Matt slaps my tits again and I can hear the other two laughing about it.
     
    Suddenly
I feel warm breath on my neck, moving down my body, and a hot mouth clamps down
on my nipple, sucking hard. I jump, surprised at this whole scenario. Whoever
this is doing it, it’s not Matt. My Matt is clean-shaven, yet I can feel the
prickle of a moustache or beard on my tit. I have no way of telling which of
the other two it is though, as they both have goatees. The mouth on my tit
continues to suck, and I feel a tongue rolling around my nipple, which is now
fully erect. Then there’s a hand on my other tit, a thumb slides past my nipple
and I shiver.
     
    Without
warning there’s fingers in my cunt. I feel sick. This has to stop. As they
slide inside my moist pussy I hate myself for enjoying that sensation. The
fingers inside me are skinny and bony. This is Tommy. I hate him. He’s a dick.
But fuck, do his fingers feel good. His lanky fingers slide up inside me so
easily and he reaches around for my G-spot. Fuck, he knows what he’s doing. He
takes his mouth of my tit and whispers in my ear. “I’m gonna make you cum, you
little whore.”
     
    And
with that his deft fingers expertly massage my swollen G-spot, pumping it again
and again, my legs beginning to shake in anticipation of the impending orgasm.
It feels amazing, and as a trickle of my own juices dribbles down my leg I
forget where I am for a second, lost in a moment of ecstasy. My entire body
begins to shake as I build closer and closer to my orgasm, his bony fingers
hammering away at my G-spot, in and out of my pussy, his other hand now down
there too, rubbing my clit with some enthusiasm. As my orgasm nears I can sense
that this is a little different to how I’ve experienced an orgasm before. I can
feel a pressure building up inside my pussy and as I hit my climax he pulls his
fingers out quickly and I begin to squirt, the first time this has ever
happened to me. My juices fire out of me uncontrollably as waves of pleasure
race through my body. I’m at the mercy of my orgasm and as it begins to recede I
find myself wanting