Leah's Lens Trilogy

by Bridy McAvoy

  Without conscious direction my arms had begun to strain at the cuffs, my body believing the whole situation was real even though my mind screamed it was a fake rape.

  “I said lay still, Missy.”

  I finally managed to stop hyper-ventilating and did as I was told. Being unable to see rendered me far more helpless and created far more anxiety than either time Owen had tied me up on Monday. Not that it was easy but I gradually got myself back under control. I felt Stan shift from his side of the bed and then felt Owen rise too. For a moment the panic began to well up again then I felt the bottom edge of the sheet begin to move. Slowly, the two men began to draw the only opaque covering I had over my body, down and off me. Finally, I felt the top edge begin to follow the rest of the sheet towards the bottom of the bed and I knew it wouldn’t be long before my cleavage and my barely lace covered breasts were on view to the two men and their insatiable cameras. It wasn’t easy to follow instructions and lay there, letting it happen. The action of the silken sheet sliding across the lace produced a frisson of friction where it touched me and the highest points it touched were very obviously my nipples. The stimulation had its normal, and for the moment, unwanted effect, and the two little nubs of red flesh began to tighten and grow. Clearly this was visible through the two layers of fabric as Owen started to chuckle.

  “I told you she’d enjoy it if we got this far. Look at the little tents in the sheet. Her nips are getting hard already, and we haven’t touched her yet. That’s right, Missy, isn’t it? You’re actually starting to enjoy this?”

  Dear god! He was right!

  My traitorous body had forgotten its blue funk of a couple of minutes ago and was now responding to the stimulation of the situation and the anticipation of the two men taking turns to fuck me. Unbidden, my body was starting to crave the attention once more. A moment or two passed and the top edge of the sheet slithered down the underside of my breast, gravity pulling it faster. It gathered there for a second as they continued to pull the slack from the bottom. Then its inching progress resumed, this time down and across my flat stomach. As the teasingly slow reveal continued I wondered if my nightie had ridden up at all, and then realised there was nothing I could do if it had. In any case Owen had told me to lay still and he wanted me to do exactly that to stay in character.

  I felt the light fabric slide past my waist and they didn’t stop. I knew they would draw it completely out of the way, displaying my entire, virtually nude body to their eyes and the cameras. I could feel myself starting to get damp and my breathing increased. The humiliation was exerting its unnerving influence on my responses once more.

  The silky feel of the satin sliding down over my naked legs continued, but when the top edge of the sheet slid past the hem of my nightie they sped up the process. A few seconds later I felt the sheet finally slip clear of my feet and I knew only my thin, lacy and very short nightie covered me from their eyes. Still, I did as I’d been told to and kept still, although I could feel my legs trembling.

  “Nice legs.”

  “You’re right, fella, very nice legs and from what I can see the bitch keeps her snatch shaved.”

  Owen was staying in character for the benefit of the videos and his words told me how much I was showing below the bottom edge of my only garment. As I’d half expected it had ridden up when I’d struggled as they cuffed me to the bed. I was lying with my legs twisted slightly to one side, one lying on top of the other. I felt a hand descend to my ankle and I shuddered and froze.

  “Now you’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you, Missy? Straighten those gorgeous pins of yours for us. That’s a good girl.”

  The ball gag was making my saliva flow and I swallowed hard to remove the sudden mouthful. Very carefully, reasoning if this was for real I’d be trying to preserve as much dignity and modesty as possible, I slowly moved my top leg and then rotated my hips to bring my legs parallel to each other and flat on the bed. Ankles, knees and thighs were clamped close together to keep the last shred of cover possible, even if only for a few seconds more.

  “Very nice, Missy. You’re being a good little slut and we like that. But now we need you to do something more. Open them, Missy. Let’s see some snatch. Don’t be shy, there’s no point.”

  I gulped, well, as much as I could around the gag, staring up into the blindfold imagining the looks on their faces as they watched me obey their instructions. The humiliation was about to end and the sex, the simulated rape was about to start. The moment I opened my legs a very self evident truth would present itself. I could imagine the way my juices would glisten on the outer lips of my pussy; the whole situation had yet again, almost against my will, turned me on. It was inexplicable but true, I’d never been any kind of exhibitionist, although I wore sexy dresses to parties, and Leo, nor any previous boyfriend had ever tied me to the bed. This was the third time Owen had tied me and despite the pain of the spanking, the third time I’d enjoyed anticipating what was going to happen.

  I moved my feet about three inches apart and then lay still again. Owen chuckled.

  “Much wider than that, Missy. Much, much wider than that. Now do it!”

  His words had started off jokingly but the last section had been delivered with a very unmistakeable snap of command. To stay in character I had to respond properly or spoil their film; and I was quite sure Owen would extract some form of revenge if I spoiled their video. Very slowly I allowed my feet to drift further and further apart. At about shoulder width apart I paused, there was a gentle tap on the inside of my ankle and I resumed the movement. Somewhere close to about half that again I paused once more. This time there was no signal, spoken or otherwise to get me to continue.

  The movement had not only spread my legs apart at the top, but not un-coincidentally caused the nightie to ride up. I was certain my pussy, and probably my landing strip, were on view from the foot of the bed. My mind flashed back to a few hours earlier when I had very deliberately shown my husband my body in almost the same way.

  Leo! Forgive me Leo!

  “Nice…The young lady is wet too.”

  “Yeah…Told you the bitch would be hot. You want to play a little first?”

  “Oh, yeah. I want to taste that sweet honey before it gets all messy.”

  “That alright with you, Missy? My friend wants to taste you. I expect you’ll enjoy it too, he’s very good at it.”

  Again they were speaking for the video, corny lines that I of course could not respond to. I felt one of them, from the dialogue obviously Stan, sit on the foot of the bed next to my outstretched leg. I tried to hold still as I felt his hand descend onto my knee, but I couldn’t prevent the muscles in my thighs from trembling.

  He slid his hand up onto the top of my thigh, he wasn’t being as gentle as he had been downstairs, but then again the scenario the two of them had cooked up didn’t allow them to be. I could feel the pressure as his hand indented the flesh as he rubbed it slowly up and down. Each upward stroke carried his hand closer and closer to my mound and it took all my willpower to remain lying still. At least the trembling in my legs slowed and stopped, as I was no longer as nervous as I had been.

  Leo and I had used the sleep mask occasionally during foreplay but I’d always ripped it off before the actual intercourse began. This time there was going to be no such luxury, I was going to remain blindfolded the entire time. Stan’s hand slid higher now and further round onto the inside of my thigh, only a couple of inches below my pussy. The pressure on the very sensitive skin there felt great and I couldn’t help the almost automatic movement that spread my legs even wider apart.

  “She likes it, Stan. Missy likes it a lot, don’t you, Missy?”

  I couldn’t hide the obvious answer from their eyes. I could feel my skin becoming hot as it flushed from healthy passion and I knew my outer labia were becoming soaked in my own juices. The honey pot he was after was filling nicely. In fact, being forced to breathe through my nose meant I could smell my own arousal and
there was no doubt in my mind, they could too. As his fingers began to touch my pussy I couldn’t keep still and the movement dragged the lace across my sensitised nipples, causing even more sensations to flash through me. Stan traced the outline of my slit with his fingers, sending electric shocks racing up from my nerve endings. With the gag in place I couldn’t gasp or moan, or rather the moans came out as tiny grunts as the device did its job. I was convulsively swallowing the copious saliva in my mouth as I tried to gasp for air around it.

  “I think she’s got a problem. I don’t think she can breathe well enough around the gag there, fella.”

  “Oh…?”

  I felt Owen move to the head of the bed and felt his breath on my cheek as he bent down towards me.

  “Is that right, Missy? Are you having trouble breathing?”

  I nodded.

  “Would you like me to remove it for you, so you can breathe?”

  At the same moment Stan unceremoniously pushed his index finger straight up into my vagina. My body stiffened momentarily and then I nodded an enthusiastic affirmative to Owen’s question.

  “Do you promise not to scream for help, if I remove it?”

  I nodded enthusiastically once more, although with Stan now sawing his finger in and out of me rapidly and almost brutally, it was difficult to keep still.

  “Will you scream?”

  I shook my head in a vigorous denial of doing anything to disrupt their fun. Behind the mask I was pleading with my eyes for him to do it, to remove the gag, but obviously he couldn’t see that. Stan chose that moment to increase the pressure on me by pushing two fingers deep into me, his hand rotating as they entered. My back arched and my ass rose from the bed as the ecstasy of the shock raced through me.

  “Lift your head up from the bed.”

  I tried to do as he told me but Stan’s fingers were driving me insane and every time I managed to lift my head another spasm induced from his manipulation of my sensitive spots made me arch my back again, flattening my neck back against the pillow.

  “Maybe we should let her cum before I take the gag out.”

  I shook my head violently, trying to convey my fear of passing out, or worse, from asphyxiation, but Owen only chuckled.

  A final time I managed to raise my head to allow him access to the back of my neck and held it there, despite my hips bucking all over Stan’s fingers. It didn’t take him long to release the buckle and I sank back onto the pillow gratefully, hips still churning as Stan inserted a third finger into me. I was close to cumming and desperately tried to work my tongue behind the ball to push it out. I managed it a little way but it needed Owen to help remove it completely. When he finally pulled the ball gag clear I was able to gasp for air and draw the life-giving oxygen down into my tortured lungs.

  My lungs weren’t the only thing being tortured. Stan’s thump had now reached my clit and the three fingers buried deep inside me were driving me wild. As the thumb began to mash down on top of the sensitive nub and move in little circles on top of it I could hold off no longer. Yet again my back arched and I broke my promise not to scream, although we all knew I was screaming in passion and not for help.

  “I’m cumming! God…I’m cumming!”

  It wasn’t an act for the cameras either. My orgasm seemed to stretch for ages as wave after wave of pleasure bounced and crashed through my body. However, the electrical fire slowly died, leaving me still writhing and gasping for air. By now the nightie had ridden up completely clear of my mons but there was no point in thinking about modesty yet, these guys hadn’t quit, not by a long chalk. Stan had removed his fingers from my pussy at the height of my orgasm and had moved position. He was now crouched between my legs and, given his earlier comments, even my orgasm-fogged brain knew what he was going to do. His hands descended to first grip the inside of my thighs and then slide round underneath them. Slowly, he began to rotate my legs up into the air, rotating my pussy into a more easily accessible position. His face descended between my legs and I could feel his hot breath against my vulnerable slit, and I still hadn’t even come down from the high yet!

  I felt the soft caress of his breath getting harder as he lowered his face to my pussy. I brought my feet sliding up towards my ass on the silky sheet, tenting my knees and slowly spreading them out to the side to widen the gap at the top of my legs to give him as much room as he wanted.

  “I see Missy wants this. Tell us what you want, Missy.”

  “Oh God…!”

  I knew there was a reason for Owen being nice and removing my gag, he wanted me to talk dirty to them and egg them on.

  Hasn’t this man had a new idea in his life?

  My scorn for his cheesy approach didn’t interfere with the passion that was building like a fire deep inside me.

  “Tell us.”

  “I want…I want him to do it…”

  “Want him to do what, Missy?”

  “I want him to…Oh God! I want him to eat me!”

  “You can do better than that, Missy. What is it you want?”

  I knew what he wanted me to say but I knew the feigned reluctance would play well for the camera too, passion warring with a sudden desire to appear good on film. I shook my head violently from side to side, gasping for air.

  “Well?”

  If was obvious Stan wasn’t going to move until I was begging him.

  “I want…I want him to lick my pussy…I want him to stick his tongue inside me. I want him to make me cum on his tongue.”

  “Um…Better, but not quite right, Missy. Try again.”

  “Oh God! I want him to suck my cunt! Please, now! Suck my cunt and tongue my clit. Make me cum! I want you to do it now! Suck it! Suck my cunt!”

  I heard the two of them chuckle. Actually, I could feel Stan chuckle as well, he was that close then he dutifully lowered his face to my upturned slit. His cheeks brushed against the insides of my thighs and it didn’t feel right. It took me a moment to realise the sensation wasn’t skin on skin, it was fabric. The realisation hit me; the two of them were probably wearing full face masks for the benefits of the cameras! I was blindfolded and they were wearing masks! It tool all my power of concentration not to start giggling at the overkill of it, but then Stan’s lips met my nether lips and all thought started to evaporate.

  I knew they—Owen in particular—wanted me to keep talking, to give the lie on camera that this was indeed a real rape.

  “God! Oh God! That feels so good. Don’t stop…Please, don’t stop!”

  Stan’s lips fastened onto the lips of my pussy and he sucked hard, draining some of the excess juices from my previous orgasm away. My feet slid closer to my ass, tenting my legs even more, and tilting my pussy up into his face. His nose began to press against the upper end of my slit, creating pressure on my clit. His tongue flicked out, gently parting my outer labia and slicking the warm wetness inside, teasing me rather than penetrating me. My hips bucked.

  “Oh…Christ! I’m not sure how much of that I can take…Jeez! I’m on fire!”

  Owen reached down to my chest and began to massage my breast through the lace of the nightie, and that felt so good to have stimulation there as well. Stan suddenly thrust his tongue straight into me and I screamed out as the delicious sensation swept through me. Owen responded by twisting my nipple before his hand dived into the opening at the top to cup my other breast. Yet again my back arched and I felt Stan move his hands to my ass, preventing me from returning it to the bed. His hands were now claw-like as they held the fleshy globes of my ass cheeks. Instead of resting on the soft mattress I was suspended above it on ten small points. This tongue began to spear in and out of me in rapid succession and in any case I could stock my entire body jerking and bucking and churning under the assault.

  “Oh God! I’m close…I’m so close to cummmmingggg!”

  He suddenly changed rhythm, leaving his tongue embedded in me and swirling it around my insides, his nose pressed forward, mashing my clit and there was no
way to stop the process as I crashed over the edge into an even bigger orgasm.

  “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

  I thrashed and screamed as wave after wave rolled through me once more, conscious thought nowhere to be seen as it crashed through my system.

  Stan didn’t stay there either; he extracted his hands from under my frantically bucking ass and moved around. I felt him as his chest began to press against mine, and somewhere behind the mental fog I realised his chest hairs were tickling me through the tiny holes in the lace. He was already undressed! Before I could fully process that thought his hairy legs were rubbing against my inner thighs as the end of his cock pressed against my slick entrance. I was in no shape to resist and neither was my still pulsing pussy as he ponderously pushed his way inside me.

  There was no resistance this time at all, two orgasms in the space of a few minutes had rendered me wet enough to accept just about anything down there. He must have been halfway in before I began to respond. My mouth dropped open in shock and I let out a soft grunt as he pushed ever further into me. I felt moisture dripping down onto my face, and it was only when a drop fell into my open mouth and I tasted its flavour that I realised what that moisture was. It was me! The balaclava he was wearing was clearly soaked in my juices and they were dripping out and onto my face. Owen had moved out of Stan’s way and from the few sounds I could hear to the side of the bed he was also undressing.

  I felt Stan’s balls knock against the sides of my legs just below my pussy and realised he was all the way in. I’d accommodated him without any discomfort this time. Earlier I’d thought I felt full, this time I really was full! I mean really full!

  He began to move starting slowly, pulling half way back out then thrusting all the way back in. The next stroke he pulled out further still and then almost literally slammed it back. My ass left the bed and of their own volition so did my legs, to wrap around his backside and the next time he pushed home, my legs helped the impetus. With the two of us concentrating on nothing else, the rhythm was quickly established and he rode me all the way to another climax. I moaned again, continuously as he slammed into me, my legs jerking him in to help and my ass rising off the bed to meet him.