Ruth Restrained

by Krys Antarakis

  ‘I, um, I’ll try my very best, mistress.’ The appellation came naturally, and made her feel strangely secure as she knelt between Olivia’s feet.

  The woman lifted her skirt, revealing a pair of creamy thighs and a delightfully neat sex crowned by a thick dark bush. ‘Panties are a superfluous affectation at parties such as this,’ she remarked.

  Ruth leaned towards the altar of sex, and a wave of delicate perfume wafted into her nostrils, the subtle fragrance overwhelmed by the more potent odour of femininity as she came closer to the rich dark junction. Olivia had a plump labia, quite charming to look at and delightful to touch, as Ruth soon discovered. She ran the tip of her tongue delicately up the tempting groove, and was rewarded by a profound shiver of excitement passing through Olivia’s body. Ruth repeated the action, pressing more firmly, parting the thick lips and feeling the heat beneath the smoothness. Three more long caresses from her tongue, and she drew back to stroke the plumpness with her fingertips. She was intrigued by the vision of the woman’s outer labia slowly peeling back to permit a narrow pink crest to peep through that looked smooth as satin, an impression Ruth’s probing tongue confirmed as Olivia crooned quietly. There was no rush, and although her own pussy was heated and craving for attention, she was able to contain herself and hold her mistress at a constant level of pleasure.

  It came as a surprise to feel a hand clamp firmly over her vulva, and the thrill transmitted itself through her active tongue into Olivia’s responsive sex.

  ‘A little higher and a little wider will grant Olivia the kicks she covets,’ said a man’s cultured voice.

  Ruth paused in her pleasurable task, and would have turned to look at the source of the voice but for Olivia grabbing her hair. ‘Oh no you don’t,’ she groaned. ‘Keep at it, Ruth. Don’t you dare leave me now.’

  Her mouth was forced back into the hot and silky folds, and she responded to their moist softness instantly, her tongue vigorously probing this most inviting place.

  Olivia squirmed, moaning in pleasure at the lithe intrusion.

  The hand cupping Ruth’s crotch, a broad hand, lifted her bodily into the desired position, and the pressure upon her highly charged tissue made her juices flood. She clutched Olivia’s thighs as two fingers inserted themselves into her pussy, and her legs were eased wide apart. The intrusion caused her to buck and twist her hips, but she kept her tongue working desperately, and felt the tension rising within Olivia in response. There was a moment of emptiness when the fingers withdrew, and then a sensation of being deliciously pulled apart as something hot and throbbing filled her void. She pushed back on what she thought must be the biggest cock in the world. It filled her until she thought she would scream, and she tried to accommodate it by stretching her abdominal muscles. Wedged between a man and a woman, she felt herself drowning helplessly in sex. She gladly surrendered to the inevitable, sinking into a sea of pleasure as she worked at the lovely pussy pressed against her face and rode the huge erection ploughing her from behind. Time lost all meaning as she surged up and down on a violent, saturating ocean of pleasure, and her orgasm broke seconds before the others’ did. She pitched into its frenzy, rolling from one ecstatic peak to another, oblivious to the intensity of her partners’ conclusions.

  As the silent sensual echoes faded Ruth collapsed into a heap on the floor, sliding off John’s rampant shaft. The corset clamping her ribs caused her breathing to be heavy and laboured, and her breasts heaved as she gulped down air.

  ‘Are you all right?’ Olivia asked solicitously, her voice cracking slightly with lingering emotion.

  ‘Yes,’ she gasped. ‘I just need to catch my breath...’

  ‘Here, drink this.’

  Ruth looked up at the figure towering above her. He was handsome and naked, his impressive cock still jutting rigidly from his crotch. He held a glass of clear liquid to her lips and she sipped it, recognising the bittersweet taste of a gin and tonic. ‘Did I please you, mistress?’ she asked woozily.

  ‘Certainly,’ Olivia replied. ‘And I think we may require your services again later this evening,’

  Once Ruth had recovered she was escorted back to the coach house, where Elsa joined her. ‘Have you just taken big John?’ she asked mischievously.

  ‘Yes,’ Ruth confirmed, still somewhat breathlessly, ‘and Olivia, too.’

  ‘Hmm, knowing John, I expect you’re feeling a bit sore now, but you’ll soon recover,’ she said, with a knowing twinkle in her eye. ‘Have something to eat. There’s a show in a couple of minutes which will give you a little respite.’

  ‘A show?’ Ruth asked.

  ‘You’ll see.’

  Ruth edged up to the buffet. Quite a number of the guests were naked, some still wet from the lake, but no one seemed in the least bit self-conscious. Most of the women were topless, and Ruth began to feel overdressed. Then she saw another girl wearing a linked bracelet like hers and moved towards her.

  At that moment the music issuing from the sound system changed, the mainstream rock-n-roll giving way to an elemental rhythm played at a slightly lower volume. Then a collective sigh of admiration focused attention towards the makeshift arena, where Conrad was leading his acolyte forward. Zelda followed him, still tethered and proudly subservient, carrying a coil of rope. No words were spoken. He seemed to be controlling the young woman by thought alone as she stopped precisely where a double rope hung from a roof beam. She bent to place her burden on the floor, her supple body gleaming beneath a battery of lights trained on the central spot where she stood. Then she straightened up again and extended her arms.

  Conrad snapped handcuffs on her wrist, and with a rapid movement hooked the dangling ropes to the cuffs. From above came a humming sound as the ropes hauled Zelda’s arms high above her head, the action lifting her breasts and emphasising the large, dark nipples. He then bent down, drawing her legs apart, and secured her ankles with loops of chain fixed to rings set in the floor.

  Ruth imagined the touch of steel and the sense of helplessness imposed by restraint, and felt her stomach churn with that intoxicating blend of desire and fear. She sensed someone close behind her, and turned to see Morgan. He was naked, and his arms slipped around her, his hands gripping her exposed breasts. He drew her backwards, lowering himself into a chair and pulling her down onto his lap. She straddled him as he tore away her tiny skirt, and she instinctively reached between her thighs for him. His erection sprang naturally into her hand, hard and warm, his skin tight and silky. She began to caress him while he played with her nipples, but she could not take her eyes off the trussed girl.

  Conrad was continuing to bind his slave. One end of a length of rope had been looped twice around her waist, drawn tight and secured with an efficient knot over her belly. Then the end was passed between her legs and worked deep into her cleft before continuing up her back to be secured under the waist loop. Conrad then pulled sharply on it and Ruth saw Zelda’s body go rigid as the slender rope bisected her vulva, parting her labia and digging into her pussy. Not one flicker of emotion crossed the placid face of the slave, however, though her discomfort must have been intense. So deeply buried was the rope that it seemed to vanish, as if it was threaded straight through her body.

  Conrad continued to truss the helpless girl. The rope was passed around her chest just under her breasts and fastened behind her. Then a second loop passed just above her nipples, compressing her breasts and forcing her teats into prominence. Then her arms were lowered and the handcuffs removed. The suspension rope was divided and hooked onto her waist rope, front and back, and held clear of her face by a spreader bar positioned above her head. Her arms were pulled back and bound tightly from elbow to wrist, and finally the overhead cables were raised until her feet were barely in contact with the floor.

  A hypnotic trance held Ruth captive as she realised that the greater part of Zelda’s weight was being carried on the rope buried in h
er pussy, slicing into her delicate inner lips and crushing her clitoris. The thought ignited a flame in her own crotch, and she seeped eager juice onto Morgan’s hand as he slipped it down between her thighs to probe her moistness. A tension gripped the whole room and time seemed to stand still.

  Ruth tore her eyes away from the spectacle for a moment. Elsa and Judy were playing with Nick, and near them was a man she recognised. She lingered on his face, puzzling over why it was so familiar, and then suddenly she recognised Jack Thorpe, the arrogant man from the gas station. He had a girl in his grasp, a pretty dark-haired thing. She was naked except for an elaborate harness of leather straps and the silver bracelet and ring on her right hand. Ruth’s heart seemed to miss a beat, and what she had experienced on that fateful morning suddenly made sense as a passionate longing sprouted inside her.

  Movement caught her attention and she returned her gaze to Zelda and her master. Conrad held a whip, a short, vicious-looking black whip that trailed at his feet. His position left no doubt about his intentions, or his target, and Ruth’s mouth went dry. She gripped the rock-hard penis in her hand more tightly and Morgan grunted, pressing his thumb into her clitoris. The wave of pleasure was almost painful, but she hardly noticed it as she watched Conrad raise the whip. It curled back and lashed down, and the crack of leather on flesh filled the room. Zelda’s body bent like a bow beneath the impact, and she screamed as the whole gathering gasped in awe. A vivid white welt was cut across the slave’s perfect bottom, that suffused with blood as everyone watched.

  ‘Ah...’ The collective gasp was one of approval.

  Zelda was biting her lip, her head thrown back and her eyes closed, and Ruth tried to imagine the shock and pain as the thin leather cut into her lovely, flawless skin. Conrad raised the whip again and Ruth closed her eyes to blot out the sight, but prurient curiosity forced them open again as she heard the weapon’s sinister whistle. The lash was too fast to be seen, but she could predict its course and she saw the impact curling around the helpless girl, followed a fraction of a second later by the deadly cracking sound and Zelda’s cry of pain. The evil black tongue seemed to lick the slave as it slid from her body, and a white welt formed across the earlier one, which was now blazing vividly.

  Conrad traced her marks with his fingertips as Zelda trembled. Then again the whip was raised, and a third blow delivered, followed by a fourth. More followed that, and Ruth abandoned sympathy; the emotion that gripped her now was much more like envy as she watched the beautiful slave being whipped by her master.

  Conrad shifted his position, and the next two strokes landed across the front of Zelda’s thighs, so precisely placed that she seemed to have red bands tattooed across her legs. Her face was contorted with agony, but the underlying serenity of her expression remained. As her master repositioned himself her eyes followed him, alive and shining with love. She seemed to be imploring him not for clemency but for greater affliction. The whip rose high, slicing through the air as it sped down to lay its harsh caress on her lovely body. The crack was hardly audible, but her scream rent the room, and Ruth stared in awe as the white band just above Zelda’s nipples began to turn red. Her hand was jerking at Morgan’s erection as she ground herself against his thumb. Her need for an orgasm was extreme, and she could feel Morgan’s pleasure building as she pumped him feverishly. He pulled back, pushing her up away from him, and tears of frustration welled in her eyes. But then he pulled her back down, and she whimpered in triumph as he drove it into her with such force that her orgasm immediately broke around him.

  When she could focus again, Zelda was being taken down. Conrad was unwinding the ropes with amazing speed and tenderness, and as soon as her hands were free his slave took his head in her hands and kissed him passionately. When the last rope fell clear she took his hand and led him across the room to a whipping stool. She lay back across it, spreading her legs and lifting her arms in welcome as he began removing his clothing.

  Ruth, still bemused by the intensity of her own experience, viewed the girl with respect, wonder, curiosity and empathy. She gazed in admiration at the angry red welts marring those lovely thighs and breasts. Then Conrad closed in on his slave, and his impressive erection sank into her striped lusciousness. The room was full, but they were in a world of their own.

  Ruth’s thoughts were tumbling in disarray. Whereas she was a mere amateur playing with forbidden fruit, Zelda possessed total commitment. She looked around her, and saw Judy being possessed by two men at once. One man was lying beneath her while the other man fucked her mouth. Then she watched Elsa giving a blowjob for a moment, before Morgan released her and another couple intent on a threesome seized her. Then she was made to take one of the male guests in a number of different positions.

  There was a short respite while a pretty slave demonstrated her skill at picking up objects with her vagina, and then Ruth was engaged yet again. This time she had to fuck a man while his wife rode the shaggy horse, and afterwards she tottered back towards the buffet, desperate for nourishment. She was perspiring, her hair was dishevelled and she had a raging thirst. She helped herself to a glass of lime and lemon juice, and as she drank deeply, a vision of loveliness appeared before her.

  Ruth surveyed the girl with envy. She was naked and had a perfect body covered by amazingly flawless skin. Her eyes were brown, deep dark pools devoid of empathy as they regarded Ruth with disdain.

  ‘Kneel down and suck my tits,’ the girl commanded, and Ruth found herself obediently sinking to her knees. The posture brought her face to just below the girl’s breasts, and instinct took control. She reached up a little and took a firm nipple in her mouth, and sucked it avidly. It was succulent, smooth and firm, and desire began to churn in her tummy.

  ‘Now this one,’ the girl snapped, pulling free and presenting her other breast. ‘And put two fingers inside me while you do it.’

  Ruth invaded the silky labia, probing the plumpness at its peak. It was so soft and warm and moist...

  The girl sighed and squirmed as Ruth explored her secret depths, and then she said sharply, ‘That’s enough for now. Come with me, my brother wants to screw you. I think you’ll satisfy him.’ Without waiting for a response she seized Ruth’s hand and pulled her towards the whipping stool.

  Ruth looked around, wondering who was brother to this dominant creature, and standing beside the stool, watching her closely, she saw Jack Thorpe. The girl pulled her roughly over the stool and began fastening her wrists to the uprights.

  ‘So, we meet again, Miss Parrish,’ Jack said, smiling. ‘You’re a deep one, for sure. Is Karly treating you respectfully?’

  ‘Yes, sir,’ Ruth replied cautiously.

  He laughed. ‘Then it will be the first time she has. Karly does not respect slaves. Do you, princess?’

  ‘No,’ the beauty snorted. ‘They’re only toys, after all.’ She was bending to secure Ruth’s legs, and she jerked viciously at the strap as if to emphasise her contempt.

  Ruth felt inexplicably aroused by the humiliation.

  Karly straightened up. ‘Now listen, slave, I want your tongue in my cunt, and I want to feel it. If I don’t it will be the worse for you. Ignore what he’s doing to your back end and give me something to remember.’ With that she spun around and bent over, clasping her ankles. Her pussy was every bit as beautiful as Ruth had imagined it would be. Her pubic hair was short and curly, and above it, centred in the lovely space between her bottom cheeks, a tight little anus winked out at her. Karly backed up, and Ruth poked her tongue into the gorgeous vulva, parting the outer lips to comb the delicate innermost folds of flesh as she drank greedily of the abundant juices. Karly was keen, pushing back and twisting herself to provoke deeper and longer contact. And as Ruth tried desperately to please the girl, she was pierced by a demanding penis that drove into her from behind, stretching and filling her.

  ‘Oh, yes,’ Ruth cried, her vagina hungrily gripping
the beautiful intruder.

  ‘You stopped!’ Karly accused, so Ruth applied herself to the girl’s pussy with greater effort, but it was difficult to ignore the marvellous sensations being coaxed from her own stuffed sex. Trussed as she was, she could not use her body to respond to the pleasurable assault, so she tried to compensate by giving everything to the girl before her. Soon her tongue was aching from the effort.

  Suddenly Karly stepped away, straightened up and spun around in one movement. ‘It’s no good, the slut’s just not trying,’ she snapped. ‘She’s too busy thinking about what’s happening in her cunt to give me any pleasure. She needs a proper lesson to teach her some manners.’

  Ruth felt tears welling in her eyes. ‘That’s not true,’ she blurted, ‘I was doing my best!’

  ‘Enough!’ Karly pushed Ruth’s head down. ‘No one asked you to speak.’

  Ruth coughed and spluttered as Jack drove himself deep inside her, pushing his groin against her bottom and holding himself there. ‘A spanking, do you think?’ he asked.

  ‘Yes, a really hard one,’ his sister agreed.

  Ruth’s stomach turned. She had spent hours fantasising over this moment, imagining all sorts of light-hearted, almost romantic scenarios in which Elsa and Morgan initiated her into the mysteries of corporal punishment. But this was quite different; this pair meant to hurt her. Already humiliated, she was to be degraded as well. The urge to abdicate her role as a slave was strong, and then she caught sight of Elsa in the front line of the audience gathering around them. The thought that this might be a set-up flashed across her mind, and helped calm her turmoil somewhat. This was not the time to have an attack of the nerves.

  Jack pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and exposed. She heard the buzz of speculation surrounding her without listening to it, trying to close her mind to everything except her determination not to capitulate. But it was impossible to concentrate when Jack touched her, caressing her buttocks. His finger raked her cleft, and then prodded her anus, not very gently. She jerked and stiffened, tightening the ropes around her as she struggled futilely against them.