I'd figured out who these two were a while ago, but it
was fun to listen to their conversation unobserved. I slipped back into Lana's
room, in order to have room to hit my stride, before I stepped out Lana's door
into the hall. Cindy was the one who had the doubts. Debbie was much more
confident, she liked the cock, and would probably be able to take on as many
wanted their pleasure, and make it look easy. Not only that, but really like
the variety of faces and styles; one after the other.
I walked my run-way and stepped out into the hall with
the two, vigilant women waiting by Lana's door for their next meal of male
meat.
It had just arrived, me.
*** *** *** *** ***
I didn't even try to act as if I were surprised by their
presence there. Instead I stopped short when I'd made about four steps out
Lana's door.
Cindy was bound to a low stool, and the only thing she
could move was her mouth, toes and fingers. She could also move her eyes too,
but for all intents and purposes, she was unable to move at all.
Debbie, however, was completely mobile. She moved towards
me a few feet, in what I thought was an irritated manner, and stopped. When I
finally found my voice. I apologized saying, "Sorry I took so long with
Lana. She needed some special attention and instruction on relaxation. It took
a long time to relieve her tension. I hope you haven't been waiting to
long."
Standing where I was, Cindy could not see me or what I
was doing, so as I spoke I motioned Debbie to me. She saw the logistic
situation and came directly to me, pressing herself hard against my body. While
my hands were moving on her body, exploring, caressing, teasing, exciting and
invading her freely, creating within Debbie the heat of desire.
Debbie's body told me to keep doing what I was doing,
while her voice told me another story, so I did both. My hands kept doing what
both she and I wanted them to do, while I listened to her little story, told
more for Cindy's benefit than mine.
Debbie said; "When Lana ordered us all out of her
room I already had my engines started. The others all agreed to my being next
on your "Dance Card". But little miss prissy pussy over there
insisted that she was to be next, claiming Lana had ordered the two of you to
practice your rape act."
"Cindy insisted Lana had made it an order. She and I
struck a bargain. Instead of disturbing you and Lana, just to ask a silly
question, she and I have waited for you together, and now it is up to you to
decide. Are you under Lana's order to practice your rape now, or not?"
While Debbie had been talking, I'd done everything I
could think to do to break her concentration, then replied.
"As I recall the content of Lana's words, they went
something like this. Cindy is the prime candidate for no other reason than the
injury she did my back when she and I shared her bed, without any physical
restraints. Since our very lives are likely to be dependent on the perceived
situation between yourselves and me, by an observer."
"In the end, Lana simply said that Cindy had better
put on a convincing act, or I am under orders to make sure she makes the
correct sounds to be interpreted as rape; and therefore you are my prisoners,
who I do as I please with. Lana then went on to say that if I was unable to
prompt the correct audio-output from Cindy, then Lana herself would supply the
impetus for Cindy to produce the appropriate vocal output."
"There were some comments about practice, but I
don't recall any direct orders, other than the one saying I am free to do
whatever is necessary, short of causing Cindy's death, to produce the
appropriate sounds. The only other order was one of non-interference by anyone
except herself."
"Cindy is correct in her approach though, it makes
much more sense to practice our act here, rather than try to ad-lib when all of
our lives are at stake."
Debbie gathered herself while I was occupied with my
lengthy answer to her questions, and was able to continue.
"While we waited here, I came to the same
conclusions; so I proposed to Cindy that if she were to be bound in a similar
manner to how she will be bound in the wilderness, the rehearsals may be more
beneficial, than if they were just out of character rehearsals. Cindy agreed
with that reasoning, and asked me to bind her for you. I hope I came close to
what you plan to bind us like at night."
I listened, while I removed my skirt, and tossed it
aside.
"You did very well." was my reply as I
continued to gently coax Debbie's body closer to her orgasm.
While we'd been talking, I had Debbie bend over and touch
the floor, then spread her feet to allow me free access to her cunt. Her robe,
which covered her comfortable cunt, I tossed over her ass, where it fell to the
floor and laid around her hands. I pushed my cock into her cunt, slowly
entering her and stroked her until she gave up a quantity of her lubricant.
I pulled out of Debbie, went to Cindy, stepped up close
behind her with my cock hard and lubricated, then lined up on her pretty little
pussy. I was careful not to touch Cindy at all, and when everything looked just
right, I drove my cock into her all the way, using Debbie's vaginal lubricating
fluids to ease my entry into Cindy.
She was so completely taken by surprise by my entry into
her, she screamed as if I were branding her with a white hot poker. High,
shrilling, and sustained. A perfect scream. I stayed in her for three full
length, blood chilling screams of terror and intense pain, and pulled out as
suddenly as I'd entered her.
The surprise of my sudden exit, shut off her scream like
a switch on a light. I took the half step to Debbie's presented posterior and
she smoothly accepted my contaminated cock in her. I loosely held her
inspirational hips in my hands, and started a slow easy rhythm of full length
strokes in her salivating cunt. When I'd settled in on the rhythm and stroke,
Debbie brought her hands to her clit, titillating her own love button.
Just before Debbie lost her ability to talk smoothly, she
addressed Cindy, "I can hear why you were chosen as the default rape
victim. Geof slid into you easily having been totally lubricated for the
occasion, and your scream would have convinced me your pain was genuine, if I
didn't know it didn't hurt at all when he slipped his cock into you!"
Cindy demanded, "How do you know it didn't
hurt?"
Debbie laughed, "Because he'd already been in me,
full stroking long enough to have my juice running down his legs too; when he
pulled out of me, and maybe three seconds later, slipped his well lubricated
cock up your pussy. Geof didn't hurt you with his cock at all. OOHH!"
"What was that?" Debbie asked.
"Geof,.. Geof,.. Geod,, eok,. myohk,.. ouel,..
elcu,.. cun,.. cum!"
My own urgency was becoming uncontrollable, so I let go
as Debbie tried to tell Cindy she was coming. I'd gotten a grip on the perfect
receptacle of lust and drove my passion home, all the way, absolutely, home.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought I heard
someone yell at me, but they were too far away to hear for certain, so I
ignored them. What I thought I heard, was Cindy yelling at me, to stop hurting
Debbie.
*** *** *** *** ***
Several minutes later Cindy abusively told me how cruel
I'd been to Debbie, hurting her badly for over maybe close to a full minute.
She knew. Debbie's screams told her so.
Debbie replied for both of us, "Cindy, I distantly
heard what I knew was my voice screaming out. Your right about the scream. But
what I felt was so good, so right, so beautiful. Geof, do that again as often
as you want to. Cindy, shut up until your cued to scream. You're a boring
person to talk to!"
Debbie cleaned me with her mouth, and in the process,
aroused my cock, if not my emotions, into a state of ridged attention. Debbie
touched her lips for silence. Pointed at Cindy's ass hole, and offered her cunt
to lubricate myself with.
The whole concept aroused me totally. I grinned and
nodded yes. Debbie presented herself, even conveniently holding her vulva open
for me. I slid in easily. After about six or eight good strokes I pulled out of
Debbie, and moved to behind Cindy. Debbie was beside herself as she helped me
line up on Cindy's relaxed rectum sphincter, all without a sound, or touching
Cindy.
Debbie gave the old One Finger, Two Finger, Three Finger
sign for me. On the third finger, I drove my cock into Cindy's rectum. Cindy's
sustained, scream of real agony brought everyone to our location in thirty
seconds flat.
At about the minute mark, I pulled myself out of her
righteously raped ass hole. Lana came out of her room, walked up to were I
stood, with my dripping cock barely inches from Cindy and looked down at
Cindy's glistening saturated pussy, and glistening, oozing, abused, and
somewhat distended anus, then said, "She's doing very well, I'm
impressed."
As Lana turned away, I said, "Yes, I think she's
nearly got it right. I'm going to another floor, have fun kids." and left.
The three of us were alone again in seconds.
Debbie stooped down by Cindy's head, and extracted
something from Cindy's mouth. When she stood up, she showed me her stockings,
wadded into a ball, then remarked, "They make a great gag, and I think
you'd look good in silk stockings, if you wore them over your head. It would be
a great disguise.
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