He had a dreamy look on his face as woman after naked woman writhed and grinded against his body. Jealousy and hurt slashed through my gut like a knife. What man wouldn't enjoy so much explicitly sexual attention? Still, he seemed to be completely in his element. He was a wealthy playboy, after all. My eyes stung as they welled with tears of bitterness and anger. I had mistakenly thought I could be everything to Derek. That the sexy playboy would never look at another woman again.
A tap on my shoulder had me spinning around guiltily. The man in the rubber suit shook his finger at me. "You'll get your turn. But now, you're not to see your owner until the Initiation. Back to the room with you."
He led me back to the small room by leash. I had been holed up in this windowless room since I had first arrived at the house. When I had made my decision to sneak into the Initiation, it had seemed like a good idea. I was worried that Derek would ruin his chance, as the elder member suggested, by not having his 'slave' present. And I really wanted him to find his ex-girlfriend, Elise, so that he could put everything behind him and move on, preferably with me by his side.
However, if I were truthful with myself, The Club secretly fascinated me, as much as it repelled me. I had never before been exposed to such flagrant sexuality on display. I was obsessed by the idea of exposing myself to new sexual experiences and shockingly turned on by the sights and sounds of the debauchery surrounding me. Now, seeing Derek so thoroughly enjoy getting his cock sucked by another woman, I wasn't so sure if I should have come. Derek seemed to be doing just fine without me.
I tugged at my rope harness. As soon as Alfred had seen me at the front door, he had led me to this tiny room. He had questioned why I hadn't arrived with Derek, or 'Mr. Blackstone', but seemed to accept my story that Derek had sent me early. Soon afterward, a 'handler', as I had heard the rubber-suited men called, had entered the room to fasten the harness around my body.
Once again, I was back in the small room waiting. My imagination ran wild thinking about what Derek was doing. What would he do when he saw me here? Would he be angry or would he want me to join in the hedonistic activities? And did I really want to or did I want him all to myself?
The time passed slowly. As each minute ticked by, my doubts grew leaps and bounds. Could I handle whatever was asked of me? I had fantasized for days that the initiation would involve Derek demanding my sexual obedience, possibly in front of an audience. The idea had frightened and thrilled me beyond reason. Now directly confronted with all the possibilities, insecurities settled in to my gut like a brick.
When my handler finally came to collect me, I was shaking like a leaf. He led me by leash, down a hall toward the back of the manor. We paused at a closed door.
"This is where the ritual is taking place. I have to put this sack over your head so you won't see anything except blackness. Don't panic, you will able to breath unrestricted. I will lead you into the room and you are to kneel on the floor and obey all further instructions. Do you understand that?"
I nodded my head. Derek would be in the room, but I would not be able to see him. Would he recognize me with the black bag over my head? The handler slipped the mesh-like bag over my head and clipped it securely all around my collar. There were some small gaps that let in some dim light, so that I could see the black material of the bag in front of my eyes, but nothing beyond.
A moment's panic set in. What if they bound me? I felt vulnerable already, not being able to see. Almost simultaneous to the helplessness, came a pang of lust. I wasn't sure what was coming, but my body seemed eager to find out.
The handler knocked softly on the door three times. I listened intently and heard the door swinging open. A hand on my arm propelled me forward. We walked about ten steps before I felt a strong hand on my shoulder, pushing me down to the floor. I heard whispers and the shuffling of feet all around me as I knelt on the floor, waiting.
My nipples tightened into hard little nubs as I imagined all eyes on my naked body. The rope harness lifted and highlighted my breasts. Was Derek staring at my breasts now? Along with dozens of other men? I felt a powerful ache deep in my pussy and felt the insane urge to touch myself.
I waited silently; my anticipation growing as time ticked by slowly. I heard less whispering, but stealthy movements around me. Quiet, but urgent, grunts and groans resonated all around me. At times, I heard what seemed to be an almost rhythmic slapping sound with a growing intensity. As the shuffling sound increased so did the groaning. Soon, it was quite obvious that the sounds were sexual in nature. Were people having sex all around me?
When the situation rose to an almost climatic level around me, the moaning and grunting so loud and apparent, a voice which I thought was Ethan's rang out, "Slave, raise your hands high above your head to accept The Club and signify your loyalty to us above all others."
I raised my hands high, as instructed, still not sure what was happening until I felt the first squirt of semen hit my breasts. Warm sticky fluid rained on me from all sides - hitting my back and ass cheeks, coating my breasts and stomach, and even some hitting the hood covering my face and hair.
It took several minutes for all the participants to ejaculate on me. I remained with my hands raised, picking at my emotions. I should feel enraged to be humiliated by these men. Objectified and degraded beyond anything I had ever experienced in my life. But, curiously I felt nothing but slightly disgusted by the physical sensation of the act. Maybe I was just too numb right now. And I was almost desperate to find out what was going on with Derek. Had he unloaded on me too? Did he even know it was me?
Moments later, I felt hands pulling me up. I stood on shaky legs and was led out of the room. Outside the door, the handler removed the hood from my head. I looked at my body dripping with sticky semen, but thankfully the hood had spared my face and hair.
My handler wiped a thick dollop of semen off my breast, massaging my nipple in the process, and laughed. "Katia. You're a good girl. This load was mine."
I couldn't tell if he were joking or if what he said was even possible for him with that rubber costume on. I shrugged it off, but not before feeling a pang of excitement in between my legs. The night's activities had left me longing for Derek's touch.
Once again, the rubber-suited man led me down the hallway. Halfway down, we turned and entered a spacious room, mostly empty, but dotted with lounge chairs and settees throughout. Other slaves, dressed like myself, lounged on the small sofas and divans. I recognized some from the orgy on the dining room table, especially the blonde lady who had monopolized Derek's lap. They looked slightly disheveled and infinitely bored, but none spoke a word.
Several women openly looked me over, but no one approached me. I kept against the wall in the large room, what I guessed was once a traditional ballroom, staying out of the way and wondering what would happen next.
When no one seemed to pay any more attention to me, I surreptitiously moved close to a window, curtained in long thick material. I was able to wipe most of the sticky blobs off my body onto the curtain with no one being the wiser. I still felt dirty, but at least I wasn't dripping. After at least an hour, when my nerves started wearing off due to sheer boredom, one of the rubber-suited men entered the room.
"Look lively, pets. Remember to show our new Initiate special attention tonight."
With his announcement, the slaves all stood up and began adjusting their hair and costumes in anticipation. A nervous energy seemed to buzz inside me. All eyes turned toward the closed double-door entrance to the ballroom.
Within moments the door swung open and a group of rowdy men, all dressed in the long brown robes with the strange life-like animal masks, spilled into the room. Noise and revelry filled the room that had been strangely silent moments before. I strained to spot Derek amidst the pack of men. Finally, as the men started dispersing somewhat to fondle some of the slaves, I noticed a small group of men surrounding Derek, who was splayed out nude on a chaise lounge.
I hung back in the sha
dows as I watched Derek's head lolling backward, as a woman with long brunette hair bobbed up and down between his legs. Derek's mouth hung slack as his eyes glazed over with passion. Another woman slinked up to Derek's sofa and began rubbing her pussy near his open mouth.
I wanted to approach Derek, but I was too intimidated and scared of his reaction. Jealous and timid, I stayed back. But more than anything, I wanted to be the one all over him.
The moment passed however as a robed man in a bison mask approached Derek. The man removed his mask as he knelt down to talk to him. It was Ethan. I watched as they spoke for several moments. Suddenly, Ethan turned his head to stare directly at me as he spoke to Derek. Derek, who now had two women crawling all over his body, seemed to nod his agreement to whatever Ethan had asked. A predatory smile lit Ethan's features as he leered across the room at me.
***
Derek lay pressed against the sofa, barely registering a word Ethan said to him. Two ladies were rubbing their bodies all over his and it felt too damn good to listen to Ethan jabbering on and on.
While the actual Initiation was kind of boring, the pre and post-party had turned out to be fantastic. After getting sexed up by the slaves and watching their astonishingly erotic performances on the dining room table, the Initiation was a letdown. It consisted mostly of a bunch of robed men chanting and performing a ritualistic ceremony that Derek didn't understand. His brain was too cloudy to listen to the words of the oath he repeated, or care when his finger was pricked and his blood stamped onto a parchment.
He remembered the members offering him a chalice, welcoming him into the upper echelons of The Club. He faked a sip because he suspected that he was being drugged. He might have had one piece of sanity left, but now that the Initiation was over, he could fully enjoy the celebration without any worry. But wasn't there something that Derek was supposed to be doing? He tried to search his mind. Julia? Finding Elise? But Julia was safe at home and Elise wasn't here. So fuck it, he was going to enjoy himself. Buried deep, alarm bells were sounding in his head. But when the fingers tugging at his balls slipped further back, pressing into him, the tenuous train of thought was lost.
The sensations of the woman's lips sucking on his cock made his body buzz all over. He wondered at the feeling he had never felt before, it was as if the skin all over his body was vibrating with pleasure. He opened his mouth, wanting to accept the tits that kept grazing past his line of vision, when he realized that Ethan was still talking to him. Damn, what will make that man go away?
Ethan was laughing. "Alex, you're barely listening to me. You must be having a real good time."
Derek tried to focus for a moment. "Yeah, it's incredible, I've been boning for hours and I haven't even shot a load."
One of the women fondling Derek left his side to reach into Ethan's robe. "That's the E-train you're riding, Alex. If you can actually orgasm when you're on it - that's a real bonus - you'll never feel anything like it again."
Derek searched his jumbled mind. E-train? He'd heard that term before. Suddenly, it came to him - Ecstasy. He'd been dosed with Ecstasy. No wonder all his senses felt so heightened. And no wonder he was so damn horny. Still he couldn't manage to get himself worked up about it now. What's done was done. And for now, he was enjoying it supremely.
Ethan broke into his musings. "Alex, how about you order Katia to give me a piece of that luscious ass now. I want to bend her over and ride her hard - in that tight ass. Just look at her watching me."
Derek just wanted the man to quit talking to him already. "I don't care what you do man… just don't bother me."
Finally, Ethan left him alone. Derek rose from the settee and grabbed the nearest woman available. He swung her down onto the couch and pushed between her opened legs. Just pounding into her soft flesh was an incredible feeling; he didn't care if he ever reached orgasm or not.
He fleetingly thought that it would have felt even better if it had been Julia underneath him. Thank God Julia wasn't here now, watching him behave like an animal. A small sliver of guilt tried to work its way through his gut as he remembered how angered he had felt seeing her man-handled at the whim of Ethan.
A flash of fear shot through his gut. Ethan had mentioned Katia earlier. He was sure of it. And Katia was Julia. He had just been too damn addled to realize it. What had he said about Katia? Suddenly, Derek was sweating. His instincts were telling him to be concerned, but his brain was too foggy to piece it all together. But something was wrong.
Derek pulled out of the girl, not even noticing her resulting pouty face. He idly looked for his robe, but it was nowhere nearby. He shrugged off his nakedness; it didn't matter as he looked around the room. Most of the participants were also equally naked.
He scanned the room trying to gain his bearings. Groups of people were lumped together engaging in various sexual activities. It was nothing different than he had witnessed at The Club any other time. He searched the faces looking for Ethan. He had almost given up when he spotted the man, across the room in a nearly empty corner.
Ethan stood behind a woman, bent over a couch offering up her lush ass for view. Derek's heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be Julia; she was safe at home. Derek watched as a riding crop swatted her ass. Ethan was fondling the woman from behind with his fingers, as he rubbed his cock up and down her crack.
Derek strode across the room, dreading what he thought he might already know. Derek arrived just as Ethan was stuffing his meaty cock into the woman's ass. He grabbed Ethan's shoulder and stopped the man.
A look of anger flitted over Ethan's face. "Whoa, Alex. What's going on?"
Derek looked at the woman who now had turned to face him. Long streaks of tears rolled down her cheeks. It was Julia.
***
After Ethan spoke with Derek, I watched him stride across the room purposefully toward me. Was he fetching me, for Derek? Was it the moment I had been fantasizing about, or did he have something else in mind? A flurry of nerves bombarded my stomach as I waited for my answer.
Ethan approached. "Hello, Katia."
I nodded my head in greeting, remembering not to speak.
Ethan smiled smugly at me. "You're a lucky girl tonight. You'll finally get what you wanted all along. I just spoke to Alex. He has ordered you to submit yourself fully to me."
My heart sickened with fear. Why would Derek do this to me? Was he punishing me for not listening to him? I glanced past Ethan's shoulder, searching for Derek. I finally spotted him, pounding fiercely between the legs of a new woman.
Ethan spoke again. "It's what Alex wants … and you must obey him."
Confusion, but mostly anger, bubbled up to the surface. Obey him! I'd just as soon obey him as I'd stick a white-hot poker in my eye. How dare he? While he is busy having sex with everyone in the entire room, he expects me to obey him?
How would he feel if I acted the way he did? He didn't seem so keen about the idea before. Well, he was about to find out now. I could act just as wantonly as he did and enjoy it too.
I nodded my understanding to Ethan.
Ethan fingered my nipple idly as a stir of excitement settled between my legs. "Now turn around and bend over that sofa. I've been dreaming of that luscious ass for days now."
I complied with his command. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt a smooth hard object trailing up and down the back of my body. It skimmed across my back, over my ass and down one leg. I was slightly lulled by the tickling sensation, so I jumped suddenly and flinched when I felt the unexpected sting of my backside getting flogged.
Ethan's mouth whispered near my ear. "Open your legs wider."
A wet heat invaded my pussy at his insistent command. My body obeyed his command even as my mind was rebelling. Fingers prodded at my moistened sex. Ethan rubbed my swollen clit before slipping into my tight channel. He did this repeatedly until I felt a desperate need growing. My hips pressed against his fingers, needing more. Instead of being rewarded, the fingers left me.
I
felt another stinging slap across my backside. Pain fired through my tender skin before my quivering pussy felt Ethan's exploring fingers once again teasing me to the brink of orgasm.
As I felt the intensity building dangerously close, Ethan moved close behind me. Realization dawned like a cold bucket of water to my face. I may be feeling sexually gratified by Ethan, but it wasn't what I wanted.
The only one that I wanted was Derek. I may have been curious about all the sexual antics of The Club, but the only man I wanted to experience them with was Derek. And despite what was going on with him, I couldn't act this way.
Tears streamed down my face as I realized the futility of the situation. I was letting another man use me, because I could never get from Derek what I really desired. Even as I was about to orgasm at the hands of Ethan, I hated him, and I hated Derek, and most of all I hated myself. I had screwed up everything.
I leaned limply against the back of the sofa as I felt Ethan's stiff cock rubbing my pussy. Suddenly, it was removed.
Ethan's astonished voice rang out, "Whoa, Alex. What's going on?"
I whirled around at Ethan's words and locked eyes with Derek.
A black fire was burning in his eyes. He spoke to Ethan without even looking at the man. "You've made a big mistake, my friend. No one touches Katia. She is mine."
Ethan looked like a petulant child. "But you said I could!"
"I'm afraid you are mistaken." Derek's withering glance stopped Ethan's further response.
Ethan stalked away looking annoyed. We were momentarily alone. Derek reached his hand out to me and pulled me against his hard body. Hugging me close to him, he spoke, "Julia, I don't even want to know what's going on right now. I'm too mixed up to understand anything. But, I'm glad you're with me."
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