Raw Silk

by Lisabet Sarai

  He came quickly, and then her own climax took her unexpectedly. Sweet fullness surged and burst inside her, inevitable rather than explosive. Waves of bliss washed through her. She lay on her stomach, enjoying the soft nap of the carpet on her skin, and the precious weight of her lover lying on top of her.

  “I’m sorry, Kate,” David murmured. “I couldn’t hold back. It’s been so long, and I wanted you so much.” He rolled off of her, and she twisted until she was on her knees facing him. She stroked his face and kissed him.

  “Don’t worry, David. You were wonderful. You made me realise how very much I have missed you.”

  Playfully, she picked up the discarded stem of orchids. She ran the blossoms up and down his still-tumescent cock, noting how it jerked and thickened at the contact. “Of course, you know that flowers are the way to a woman’s heart.”

  Suddenly, Kate remembered her other guests. Somtow sat on the couch, leaning forward with his hands on his knees, lips parted in a half-smile. Gregory leaned against the wall, his muscular arms folded over his chest, his eyes smouldering. Kate had the fleeting notion that he might be jealous. Nonsense, she thought, he is just impatient at having to wait.

  Somtow stood up as she turned her eyes to him. “Katherine, my dear. Have you recovered sufficiently from this young man’s excellent attentions?”

  He extended a friendly hand to David, helping him to rise. “If so,” continued the Thai, “I am eager to take my turn.” As David returned to lounge on the divan, Somtow knelt in front of her. With his slender, artists hands, he began to knead her breasts, tugging gently on the nipples to lengthen them. He spoke seriously, but that playful twinkle was there in his eyes.

  “Katherine, what can I do to please you? How can I prove to you how totally devoted I am?” He reached behind them to retrieve a pillow from the other sofa.

  “Why don’t you lie down and make yourself comfortable?”

  Curious to see what he would do, she lay on her back as she indicated. Instead of placing the pillow beneath her head, he arranged it under her hips, so that her sex was elevated and open. The position alone made her horny. What was her decadent prince up to?

  “Relax, my dear, and give yourself up to pleasure.” He placed one elegant finger directly on her clitoris, just in contact, with barely any pressure. It drove her crazy, but she held still, allowing the sensation to build. Now he was rubbing her there, still with only one finger. Looking up at him between her knees, she saw that with the other hand, he was fondling himself, massaging his penis with slow, sensual strokes. The sight of his smooth, pale shaft swelling in his hand made her ache inside.

  He captured her clit between forefinger and thumb, rolling and pulling on the sensitive flesh as if it were another nipple. Meanwhile, he inserted his middle finger into her soaked vagina, sliding it up and down against the inner walls.

  “You certainly are very wet, Katherine.” He added a second finger, then a third, while he rubbed her clit and his cock a bit faster. She twisted her hips, pushing against his hand, wanting him deep inside.

  “I know I do not have enough fingers to fill you the way you want, Katherine. Even my penis is not enough.”

  “Oh, no, Somtow. I want you. I want your cock.”

  “I have a better idea,” he said, with an angelic smile. He reached for the bowl of fruit, and selected a ripe mango. He rolled the egg-shaped fruit in one hand, the fingers of his other hand still busy in her cunt. The mango was about the size of his fist. As it lay in his palm, he could not close his fingers around it.

  “As you probably know, Thailand is famous for its mangos. They are the sweetest and most succulent in the world.” He removed his hand from her sex. It was gleaming and wet with her juices. “Excuse me for just a moment.”

  Kate held her breath, watching as he lubricated the smooth rind of the fruit with the moisture from her cunt. He licked the mango. “Delicious,” he said.

  He parted her lower lips with one hand. With the other, he brought the slippery fruit close to her opening. “Relax now, Kate. Relax and enjoy.”

  He pressed the mango against her, trying to work it into her vagina. “Think how good it will feel,” he murmured, “once it is inside.” Impossible, thought Kate, but the narrow end was already through the gateway.

  Somtow returned his attentions to her tingling, throbbing clit, trying to make her hornier, wetter. She tried to open herself, spread her legs as wide as she could. It seemed that the smooth oval was stuck. Then Somtow pushed, hard and sudden. There was a brief moment of pain, then the mango was completely inside her cunt.

  Kate was reminded of Noi’s bulging dildo. There was the same feeling of being stretched beyond her limits, full beyond belief. The dildo had felt foreign, though, lifeless and artificial. The mango inside her was alive, organic, warm and slick with her juices. The fruit-flesh was firm, but resilient.

  Somtow began working her clit in a new way. He rubbed it against the object inside her, using the friction to build new sensations. Meanwhile, the mango pressed against her, stimulating every nerve in the flesh that enclosed it. She felt a little twinge as the mango came in contact with her womb. Then this discomfort was erased by the first, far-off rumblings of orgasm.

  Somtow was using both hands on her. He squeezed her swollen labia between thumbs and forefingers and ran them along the length of the lips from front to back, tracing the opening where the mango had disappeared. He placed his palm over her vagina and used the heel of his hand to gently push against the rounded solidity that lay beneath the wet surface. Kate moaned under his touch, pulled her knees to her chest and offered him better access to all her folds and openings. He responded by mashing her clit hard against the mango. At the same time, he slid one slender, wet finger deep into her rear passage.

  The climax began deep inside her. She had never felt anything like it. The muscles of her inner walls started to tremble. Her body seemed to be swelling inside. The mango felt tighter and tighter. Wave after wave of contractions shook her, intense, violent, ecstatic. She screamed and clutched at the carpet, the pressure inside almost unbearable. Suddenly, she felt a tearing pain, then openness. Hot liquid streamed from her gaping cunt. The damp, sticky mango lay between her legs, expelled by the force of her orgasm.

  When Kate regained her senses, she saw Somtow still kneeling between her legs, a delighted smile on his face. He was peeling and eating the mango. “Absolutely the best mango I ever tasted,” he told her, placing a morsel on her tongue. The fruit practically melted in her mouth. Its sweet, spicy flavour lingered long after she had swallowed.

  “Ah, Somtow!” She kissed him lightly. “You never cease to amaze me.” She saw that his penis was still painfully hard. “But what about your pleasure? I don’t want to leave you unsatisfied.”

  Gregory interrupted. “I’m sure that Somtow will tell you that giving you pleasure is all that he needs for satisfaction. And perhaps that is true.” He strode across the room and stood looming over them. “In any case, he has had his chance. It’s my turn now.”

  He held out his hand. Kate took it, and he pulled her roughly to her feet. “Now then, Kate,” he said, pinning her hands behind her and searching her face with steely eyes. “What should I do, to please you?”

  Kate stared back at him bravely. Beat me, she found herself thinking, bugger me, use me however you wish. The solicitous attentions of her other lovers, much as they had pleased her, left her longing for something darker.

  At the same time, she realised, she did not want Somtow and David to see her degraded and humiliated at Gregory’s hands. Especially David. After her stay in Bangkok, he seemed so innocent to her. She did not want to shock him by showing him her true perversity.

  So, she was silent, hoping that Gregory would understand her mixed emotions, that he would find some way to satisfy her without revealing the depths of her depravity.

  “I know,” Gregory said finally. He brushed her lips with gentle fingers. “I know exactly what you
would really like.”

  “Stay where you are, Somtow,” he said to the Thai, who was just starting to move back to the couch. “I will need your assistance with this. And yours too, David.”

  Kate tingled all over, as she guessed what he planned.

  “Somtow, lie down on those pillows. Let’s put that cock of yours to some use.”

  “Straddle him, Kate. Settle that greedy cunt of yours down on that very impressive erection.”

  Somtow closed his eyes and gave a sigh of delight as Kate followed instructions. He began to move inside her. “Stay still,” said Gregory sharply.

  “Now, get over here, David, in front of our little Kate. Lean forward and put your weight on your hands, Kate. Now open your mouth, wide. David, stick your cock in her mouth. Deeper, all the way in. She can take it. She likes it, don’t you, Kate?”

  “Now, stay still.”

  Gregory strolled around them, his own erection bobbing. Kate could feel his appreciative gaze. Neither Somtow nor David moved, but she could feel their cocks pulsing, aching to fuck her.

  “Now for the ‘piece de resistance’. Of course, you won’t offer any resistance, will you, my horny little piece?” Gregory knelt behind her, between Somtow’s spread legs, and pulled her butt-cheeks apart. Without any preparation or lubrication, he plunged his penis into her ass.

  “Ah…” Kate cried out, her mouth full of David’s flesh, and sank down on Somtow’s cock. Somtow moaned with pleasure. He pulled back his hips then thrust as deep as he could, just as Gregory impaled her with another stroke.

  It was unbelievable. Kate sucked hard on David as she rode Somtow, clenching her cunt muscles around his smooth shaft. Meanwhile, Gregory reamed her, burying his cock up to the root in her quivering asshole. He was rough and abrupt. It hurt, but she found she could not distinguish the pain from all the other pleasures that assaulted her.

  He worked smoothly, steadily, and soon the other two men caught his rhythm. Three cocks moved in unison, filling her until she thought she could not bear it, then pulling back to leave her holes empty and hungry.

  She heard Gregory speaking softly. “Oh, you like this, don’t you, Kate? My little slut. If you had more orifices, you would want them all full of cocks, wouldn’t you? Cocks and fingers, dildos and butt plugs, you want it all, don’t you, Kate?”

  David forced his cock deep into her throat, nearly choking her. Somtow ground into her, the head of his penis banging against the top of her womb. Gregory withdrew, then rammed her so hard it brought tears to her eyes. More, she thought. Fuck me harder.

  Even as she relished it, Kate was surprised by David’s and Somtow’s roughness, so atypical. Then she understood. Gregory was simply using her other lovers as extensions of his own will. They were his toys, no less than she was.

  The extent of Gregory’s power thrilled and frightened her.

  “You see, Kate. I told you the truth. I know what you want, and what you need.” Was he speaking aloud, or did she only hear his words in her mind? “You’re drawn to me because you know I can tame you. Only I have can give you what you crave—love and discipline.”

  She bucked and moaned, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion. Gregory pulled halfway out, then pushed a thick finger into her, next to his cock. Her flesh, already stretched beyond endurance, screamed in protest, even while her heart repeated, yes, yes, my master.

  Her mind clouded with pain and desire, she realised only gradually that David’s cock was no longer in her mouth. She opened her eyes to find that Somtow was sucking eagerly on David’s member, while continuing to fuck her cunt. David’s moans echoed sweetly in her ears.

  Gregory had released them from his thrall. As this thought crossed her mind, the man behind her put his hands around her waist, and lifted her off Somtow. His cock still embedded in her ass, Gregory carried her toward the bathroom.

  Kate looked back to see Somtow kissing David’s neck, and gently mounting him from behind. Her intuitions had been correct. She smiled to herself at the strange ways of fate.

  The bath was huge and luxurious, with a sunken tub and twin removable showerheads. Gregory set her on her feet in the tub, facing the tiled wall. She whimpered with disappointment as his penis slipped out of her.

  “Don’t worry, my pretty,” he said softly, nibbling on her ear lobe. “You will be full again soon enough.”

  He came back with her discarded dress in hand. “I need something to bind you with,” he said. “Do you mind if I use this?”

  He was serious in his question, she could see. If she refused, he would find something else. She shook her head. “Whatever you wish,” she said, feeling a thrill at her own submission.

  As she watched, he tore two strips off the hem, the muscles in his arms bulging as he attacked the tough material. “As I told you that first night, silk is ideal for this purpose.” He smiled warmly, drawing the gossamer fabric across her shoulders and down her back so that she shivered. “As are you, my soft, strong slave.”

  He wrapped the strips around her wrists, then fastened them to the shower pipes protruding from the tiled side walls. Her arms were spread wide, as if in an embrace. She was comfortable, but had very little freedom of movement.

  Gregory stood behind her, cupped her breasts in his big hands and whispered in her ear. “What I am going to do now will hurt. It may hurt a lot. But I know that you can bear it, that you will bear it, for me. Won’t you?”

  “Yes,” said Kate quietly.

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good girl. Now bend over a little.”

  He spread her cheeks again. She wondered if he would resume sodomising her. She was sore from his previous ploughing; she felt loose and open. Nevertheless, she wanted him to touch her, there, and he did, inserting one hot finger and wiggling it deliciously.

  “Oh, you do like that, Kate, don’t you? You like me to play with your ass?”

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered, blushing despite herself at the obscene way he spoke.

  “Do you like this?” he asked, and he pushed two more fingers in, and spread them apart. Kate moaned and said nothing.

  “You’re not sure? Well, I like it. I like to use your body. I like to see you give in to me, despite the pain, in order to please me.”

  He pushed in his fourth finger. Her sphincter was a ring of fire. She bit her lip and fought back tears.

  “I know that hurts, Kate. But you like to be full. I know you do.”

  Then he did it. He balled his hand into a fist, and pushed the whole thing into her anus. Kate screamed and tried to pull away. He stroked her hair, calming her, all the while with his hand buried in her rectum.

  “Relax, Kate. Open yourself to me. Let me take you.”

  His voice soothed her, despite her pain and panic. He moved his hand inside her, impossibly huge.

  “You know I love you, Kate. Don’t you?”

  The question seemed so absurd, posed by this fearsome stranger with his fist in her ass, and yet, she knew it was true. Through these long weeks, even as he mocked and abused her, he had supported her, assisted her, avenged her. Never had he taken her further than she was willing to go. At his cruelest, he never lost touch with her. She had thought that his main interest was in satisfying his perverse lusts. Now she saw, in the clarity of her pain, that his first concern had always been her: challenging her, guiding her, satisfying her.

  She nodded, unable to speak.

  “I love you and I want you, Kate, to be my slave and my partner. I want you to be my wife.”

  A odd moment for a proposal, she thought dreamily, floating above the agony in a haze of pleasure. Not a story we can really tell our children.

  His voice was husky, and his fist inside her was vibrating. She realised that he was jerking himself off with his other hand.

  “There’s so much that I can give you, Kate.” His breath was coming faster. “So much I can teach you.” Kate’s cunt was drenched; she was close to coming her
self.

  “So many ways that I can fuck you,” he gasped and then he ground his fist deeper into her bowels as his spurting cum spattered her ass.

  Pain, pleasure, it was all blurred as Kate followed him over the edge. Her body convulsed. She would have collapsed if not for the bonds. From a long way away, she felt him pull his hand out of her, felt herself gaping, the tender flesh twitching and raw.

  “Ah, Kate, you’re mine. You will be mine, won’t you?” She caught the hint of worry in his voice, and understood, in triumph, that even now he was not really sure of her.

  She nodded weakly. “Yes, Gregory. Yes, Master.”

  His powerful arms held her for a moment. Then he turned on one of the showers, took the spray in hand and aimed it at her buttocks, washing off the semen and the sweat. The hot stream played in her open asshole, degrading, delightful. Next he aimed it at her sex. The warm liquid dripped deliciously down her thighs.

  “Someday,” he said quietly, “I might decide to bath you in my urine instead.” Kate’s heart jumped. “Would you like that, Kate?”

  “I don’t know, Master,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew the real answer, and so did he.

  Turning off the shower, he began to untie her. “Well, we will see, won’t we, Kate.” He chafed her wrists to get the blood flowing, then placed her hands gently behind her head. “We have plenty of time, Kate, you and me, time to explore what you really enjoy.” He kissed her lips tenderly. “Now, where did you leave your collar?”

  Chapter Twelve

  Opening

  It was only nine o’clock and already there was a significant crowd. Some of the patrons were quite remarkable, too. There was that pale, fragile-looking woman in the motorcycle jacket, for example, leading the huge black man by his leash. Across from her, a skinny man in red leather trousers lounged on the couch. His corset-clad slave, a delicate Thai woman with hair flowing past her waist, knelt before him, licking his bare toes. A pair of androgynous twins strolled arm and arm, platinum blondes sheathed in black spandex jumpsuits. They stopped every now and then to kiss, their tongues twining like serpents.