Four Play

by Four Play(Lit)

  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