Deceived and Devoured

by Lyla Sinclair

  “And she’s right,” Alexis continued. “She’s not lesbian, but I know what she is.”

  “Bring her to the dining room,” Paris said. Tiff grabbed my arm and dragged me with them.

  The dining room contained a long, sleek table made from dark wood. It was so glossy, it reflected the lights from the chandelier almost perfectly.

  Paris moved two chairs a little more than shoulder width apart.

  “Help her up there so I can examine her.”

  “Oh, I…” I tried to refuse, but instead, I allowed them to help me up onto the chairs, my legs splayed. Tiff and Pia supported me by my elbows on each side. Paris turned on a floor lamp in the corner nearest me, then flipped off the chandelier lights.

  She adjusted the cone of the floor lamp until it became a spotlight on my body. She picked up what looked like a stiff riding crop and used it as a pointer.

  “Lovely round little breasts…” She traced the curve of my breast with the crop. Then it trailed down my torso. “Nice flat stomach.” Her instrument moved down to trace my lower lips.

  “Nice bare pussy.”

  “She probably did it for Eric,” Alexis chuckled. “But I’m sure King Dong will like it when he comes.”

  Was she teasing me or was some strange man really coming here to do who knew what?

  Paris walked around behind me. “Ah, gorgeous,” she said.

  Embarrassed, I glanced back just as Alexis grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them. The cool air rushed into my crack, and I nearly lost my balance, but Tiff and Pia steadied me.

  “What an adorable tight little ass hole,” Paris said.

  “Didn’t I tell you?” Alexis replied.

  Had they really been discussing me in that much detail?

  “Yes, Alexis. Excellent job.”

  This reminded me of Eric’s sheik fantasy, when he’d complimented Alexis on her excellent slave procurement skills. I supposed that was one way to get in good with the right people. I wondered if Paris came from money like Eric did.

  “Get down,” Paris said. As I stepped off the chairs, she motioned to the end of the table top.

  “Sit right there.” I complied. “Now lie back on the table, but don’t scoot up.” As I followed her instructions, she moved the two chairs again and motioned to Tiff and Pia. They each took one of my feet and placed them on a chair so my legs were wide open.

  Paris raked her crop up my bared clit and my ass jumped an inch off the table.

  “Who wants to eat pussy?” she asked.

  “Me!” Tiff exclaimed.

  I was shocked and horrified at the thought of sweet little Tiff down there. But she was already between my thighs.

  I watched as her pixie face lowered toward my pussy. I propped on my elbows, thinking I might get up…or at least argue. It just seemed wrong. “No…I…”

  “You are not in charge here, Tanya,” Paris said. “This will be your only warning. Any further argument from you and you’ll be punished.”

  Tiff smiled sweetly, then lowered her face to me. Her eyes met mine as she slowly put out her tongue and traced my pussy lips. Since they’d been waxed clean, they were ultra-sensitive.

  The sight of that angelic face at my crotch was confusing to my senses. But then she ran her tongue up my clit and I collapsed onto the table. The sensation was fabulous.

  She swirled round and round.

  My eyes fell closed. I moaned.

  Her lips nibbled at my clit in the most frustrating tease. I thrust my hips upward, needing more.

  Something touched my collar bone and I opened my eyes to see the tip of Paris’s riding crop there.

  It snaked down between my breasts, then raked across each nipple.

  Though the crop didn’t provide much physical pleasure on its own, it represented Paris’s control over me. Flashes of heat super-charged my skin everywhere it touched.

  Tiff’s wet lips enclosed my clit and she sucked.

  “Oh my g— ohhhh…” I said. My muscles tensed for orgasm. My shoulders came up off the table.

  Paris laid the crop across my neck and applied pressure as if she were holding me down against my will.

  That did it. Electric pleasure coursed through me. My muscles twitched uncontrollably. I cried out.

  Tiff grabbed my ass and held me there, sucking for all she was worth until she’d pulled the last spasm from my body.

  I lay on the table, eyes closed, spent and too embarrassed to face the women who’d watched.

  What kind of sick puppy got off on being bossed around and restrained with a crop?

  “Stand up.”

  Stand up? Was she talking to me? I realized she must be, since the others were all standing.

  But how was I supposed to stand on the noodles that had replaced my legs?

  “Now!”

  I struggled to sit up and pull myself off the table. Once on my feet, I found it hard to make eye contact with anyone.

  “Look at your new friends, Tanya.” Paris motioned with her crop.

  I let my eyes skim over the three naked women standing a few feet away. When I got to Alexis, her taunting expression caused my face to flush. She was so enjoying making a fool of me. She knew how uncomfortable I was with the idea of touching other women sexually, yet she’d invited me here.

  A wave of anger washed over me. I considered grabbing my coat and leaving.

  “Now that you’ve taken a good look,” Paris continued. “Choose whose pussy will have the honor of being the first you ever eat.”

  “No!” I said. The idea of pleasuring a woman down there was way out of my comfort zone.

  I really wasn’t attracted to women. “I can’t…I’m not a—I can’t do that.”

  “It seems Tanya needs a lesson on who’s in charge,” Paris said. “I want her face down on the table.”

  Alexis and Pia shoved me toward the table until it pressed against my hip bones. Then they pushed down on my back until I was lying face down, my cheek against the cold lacquer finish.

  And I didn’t resist.

  “Tiff, go to the kitchen and get me a spatula, preferably a metal one.”

  My clit pulsed, reignited by the idea of punishment. Alexis and Pia were pressing the backs of my shoulders, ensuring I stayed put. It was frightening to have them all ganging up on me.

  But it was also arousing.

  I couldn’t see the kitchen door because of the position of my head, but I heard it squeak and knew Tiff had returned. “Will one of these do?” I heard a clatter of what I assumed were kitchen utensils being dropped on the side table.

  “I think this one will do nicely.”

  Cold metal eased across my backside, raising goose bumps on the skin there.

  “Would you like to do the honors, Tiff?”

  I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. While Paris was rather scary, I couldn’t imagine Tiff giving as effective a punishmen—

  Thwack!

  My whole body tensed at the pain. There was obviously a lot more to Tiff than met th—

  Thwack!

  Damn! That really stung! Reflexively, I lifted my shoulders off the table, but Alexis and Pia pushed me back down.

  Heat surged through me at the thought that I was truly at their mercy.

  Thwack! Thwack!

  Tears sprang into my eyes from the pain. How much more of this could I take? And why was my crotch tingling?

  “Wait Tiff,” Paris said. “Look how red her little round ass is turning. She may have changed her mind…Tanya?”

  “Hmmm?” I said, stalling for time.

  “You can stop this now. All you have to do is say, ‘I’d love to try some pussy please.’”

  I couldn’t imagine those words coming out of my mouth. I was silent.

  “Tiff?” Paris said.

  Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

  Four in a row and each harder than the last. The pain seared through me even as fresh cream dampened my pussy. But, I couldn’t take any m
ore.

  “Please stop, please!” I cried.

  “Those weren’t the magic words.”

  Thwack! Thwack!

  I had to make it stop. What was I supposed to say?

  “I’d love to try some pussy,” came out of my mouth in a quick jumble.

  “I didn’t hear ‘please.’”

  Thwack!

  “Please!”

  The hands that had been holding me down now helped me off the table.

  When I was standing again, my ass burning like I’d sat on a hot stove, Paris stepped over and leaned her naked ass against the end of the table.

  “I think she needs an expert demonstration if she’s going to do this right,” she said. “Tiff?”

  Paris lay back on the table and put a foot on each chair. Her Amazonian crotch seemed so menacing compared to my tiny one. Her labia and clit were super-sized.

  “Watch and learn, “she said. “Nobody eats pussy better than Tiff.”

  “Thank you,” Tiff said cheerfully. She bent down and ran her tongue up the crease where Paris’s thigh and hip joined.

  Paris sighed. “Look at her. We should call her ‘Kinkerbell.’”

  Tiff paused and gave a naughty-pixie grin, then continued. She teased Paris’s lips with her pink tongue. She taunted her by skimming the insides of her pussy lips without contacting the clit.

  Paris stretched her arms above her head and undulated her hips. Tiff blew her warm breath into Paris’s pussy.

  Paris’s breathing became more and more ragged.

  Finally, after several minutes of teasing, she reached down and grabbed a handful of pixie hair.

  “Enough! Suck me off, you fairy bitch!”

  Tiff chuckled, then began to make out hot and heavy with Paris’s pussy.

  Was that what they expected me to do? I couldn’t imagine myself between another woman’s thighs, much less tonguing her crotch.

  “Fuck…oh-oh-oh, fuck! ” Paris screamed. Tiff’s movements came fast and furious as Paris shook on the table and screamed “fuck” one last time.

  She took a moment to recuperate, then she was on her feet and back to business

  Pia, lie down on the table.” She turned to me. “You wouldn’t choose. So I’ve chosen for you.”

  “But—”Alexis began. Had she wanted me to do her? Paris gave her a stern look.

  Alexis closed her mouth as Pia lay down and placed her feet on the chairs.

  Alexis and Tiff each took one of my arms and placed their other hands on my back. They maneuvered me into a standing position between Pia’s thighs.

  I looked down at Pia’s crotch. It was fully waxed like mine and not nearly as intimidating as Paris’s.

  But surely I couldn’t go through with what they expected. I had no desire to come in contact with another woman’s pussy.

  “Alexis, get a throw pillow from the living room,” Paris aid. “And my bag from the closet.”

  When Alexis returned with the items, Paris put the pillow under Pia’s head.

  “I know you’re very visual,” Paris said. “I want you to be able to watch comfortably.”

  “Thanks,” Pia replied.

  I wasn’t sure which was worse, the idea of doing this or the idea of all four of them watching me do it.

  I heard Paris’s bag unzip behind me and I started to turn.

  “Eyes forward. Focus on your task.”

  Alexis and Tiff placed their hands on my back and applied pressure. I allowed them to push me down toward Pia’s crotch.

  “Come on,” Tiff said gently. “Just start with a kiss to her nether lips.”

  I pressed my closed mouth to one side of Pia’s open pussy lips. She took in a sudden breath and wiggled the lower half of her body.

  “See, she likes it,” Tiff said. “Now the other side.”

  I felt a stirring inside when I imagined what Pia was feeling. The delicious anticipation…

  Of what? What was I really going to do?

  But I gave the other side of her pussy lips a gentle kiss. Her hips moved up toward me, then relaxed again.

  I glanced up and saw Pia’s blue eyes, dazed with arousal, watching me expectantly. I immediately averted my gaze.

  “Now just a taste,” Tiff coaxed. “Run your tongue up the edge of her clit.”

  I swallowed hard and started to open my mouth.

  “Look up at her with your innocent brown eyes,” Paris said. “So she can have the same experience you did with Tiff.”

  I raised my eyes to Pia’s again. “Look at those eyes, Pia,” Paris said. “So innocent…too innocent for someone who’s about to lick your clit.”

  My gaze locked with Pia’s. I touched my tongue to the base of her clit and slowly slid it upward.

  “Oh God! ” she said.

  I’d given her pleasure. And, although I still wasn’t sure I wanted to go all out, I realized I wanted to give her a little more. I placed my tongue on her clit and started to lick again.

  Suddenly hands were on my ass, spreading my cheeks. I tried to turn, but other hands held me where I was, bent over Pia’s pussy.

  Something cold and slippery made contact with my asshole. I shivered. “What are you—?” I began.

  “Do what you were told to do,” Paris commanded. Arousal rushed through me at her words.

  I snaked my tongue around the outside of Pia’s lips.

  “Mmmm… more,” she said.

  I felt pressure on my asshole and my clit pulsed.

  “She has a tiny little bunghole,” Alexis said “I’m not sure that will fit.”

  Fear shot through me. What were they trying to “fit”?

  “Please, ” Pia moaned.

  I took pity on her and ran my tongue through her slit.

  “Don’t worry. This is practically a virgin ass,” Paris said. “They’re all tight in the beginning.

  But I’ve had lots of experience with this. Her little ass will submit just like she does.”

  My pussy ached at her words.

  The pressure on my hole increased. I clenched.

  “Relax,” Alexis said.

  Relax? Was she kidding?

  The object popped through into my ass. It wasn’t long, but the muscle around it ached and I felt the need to get rid of it. “Take it out of me!” I said.

  “Don’t be such a wimp, Tanya,” Alexis replied. “It’s not like it’s a man’s cock or anything.

  It’s just a little butt plug.”

  “It’s okay. She’ll adjust,” Paris said. “Tanya, Pia is waiting.”

  As my tongue made contact with Pia’s clit once more, someone began moving the plug inside me. Pain-pleasure shockwaves coursed through my body.

  “Oh…oh…” I exclaimed. I suddenly had the urge to pleasure Pia like my pussy wanted to be pleasured.

  I swirled my tongue around the inside of her lower lips.

  “Mmmm…” she moaned.

  The plug wiggled some more. My ass muscles tensed and relaxed.

  I made circles and figure eights on Pia’s clit.

  “Yes!” she cried.

  The plug slid in and out of me in a fucking motion. Muscles all over my body began twitching.

  I fastened my lips to Pia’s clit and sucked.

  “Oh, my God, yes!” she yelled.

  The butt plug was pushed back in. I felt a long finger slide into my pussy

  “That’s my finger in there,” Alexis whispered in my ear. She finger fucked me as I French kissed Pia’s pussy. “I know you’re not a lesbian, but I hope you’re enjoying it.”

  Damn. I was.

  A part of me hated Alexis and her sneaky, sarcastic ways. But the rest of me couldn’t resist the kinky little pleasure traps she set for me.

  She paused and I wiggled my hips around, even though I knew it gave her the satisfaction of knowing I wanted more.

  Then her finger plunged back inside me as the butt plug moved in and out. I groaned into Pia’s pussy and sucked hard.

  I don’t
know whose orgasm started first, but we shuddered and jerked our way to nirvana together.

  Chapter Three

  “Okay, ladies. We’re going to play a game.”

  A game?

  We’d all showered and put our pajamas back on. I was only sitting in the opulent living room with them because I didn’t know where I was supposed to sleep yet.

  They’d pushed me way out of my comfort zone already. I’d done things I’d never even considered doing before…and found them incredibly arousing. And I’d never even tried to stop it, really. I was confused about my own sexuality. I was embarrassed. I was exhausted.

  Paris was standing in front of us in another black leather corset, but this one was adorned with zippers. She wore matching bikini underwear with a lone zipper right where her slit would be. And, of course, she had the boots and the riding crop.

  “Yay!” said the still over-enthusiastic Tiff. “What are we going to play?”

  “I’ll explain that in a few moments. But the winner gets to play Twenty Minutes in the Dungeon with the new girl.”

  Wait, was I the only “new girl” here?

  “Come with me, Tanya.”

  “No,” I said. “Not until you tell me what’s going to happen.”

  Paris flipped her wrist and the riding crop hit me across the backs of my upper thighs.

  Excitement rushed through me. Then I was annoyed with myself. Was my sex drive really so easily manipulated?

  “Move! That way.”

  I stayed where I was, my brain trying to talk my body into walking out the door.

  The whip seared my ass. I flinched, but my thighs squeezed together, trying to please my already horny crotch.

  What was wrong with me that I couldn’t tell a woman with a horse whip to go to hell?

  Next thing I knew, I was being led down the hall by Paris. She opened a door. It was pitch black inside. From the little I could see—thanks to the light in the hallway—the room seemed mostly empty.

  Paris grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me inside. Even in the darkness, she seemed to know exactly what she was doing. Before I realized what she was up to, I was flat on my back, my hands shackled together.

  “Wait here,” she said. She left, shutting the door behind her. I struggled to see if I was really handcuffed. I was. And I couldn’t move my hands to another position because the cuffs were tethered to the back wall of the room.