FIVE
They brought Emma in very early in the morning, several days later.
I had been kind of expecting it, because on the day befor a team of
workmen had come around and affixed four heavy metal rings into the concrete
foor at one end of the garage, near the area where the mechanics worked on the
cars. The rings formed a large rectangle. There had been a lot of curiosity
about what they were for, but Osindorf wouldn't answer any questions. I
suspected, of course, but nobody asked me.
The reason for the early hour was that Mr. Harris wanted his wife to be
available to as many men as possible. By arriving so early, he would be able to
get the men coming off the night shift, as well as the day men coming on. Later
in the day there would be a third shift. He wanted to cover them all.
Of course there were part-timers too, as well as others coming in and
out all during the day. Plus the people who were there all the
time--dispatchers, mechanics, clerks, maintenance people, etc. I tried to figure
up the number of men to be found in that garage at some time or other during the
course of one day, and couldn't do it--it had to be a couple of hundred, at
least.
There were a couple dozen of us waiting around when they brought Emma
in. She was flanked by her husband on her right and Jessica on her left. Behind
them were two men, both very neatly dressed in suits and ties, but both very
large and tough-looking. As soon as they came through the door, Jessica took the
jacket from Emma's shoulders, and I saw that once again her hands were held
behind her by the silver cuffs on her wrists. She was wearing a very plain beige
dress.
Of course none of the guys there--except me--knew what was going on. The
noise in the room had lessened as the men turned toward the unusual sight of two
women entering the garage; and when Emma's shackled arms were revealed, there
was a sudden astonished silence.
Harris and Jessica, followed by the two men, led Emma over to one end of
the garage, near where the metal rings were set into the floor. There they
stopped, and turned to face the wondering audience. Harris took a step forward,
smiling slightly at the various degrees of shock and puzzlement on the faces
before him.
"Gentlemen," he said, and then paused as if waiting for their attention,
although he already had it. His high, clear voice and calm though pompous manner
gave the impression that he was used to making speeches. He went on: "You--and
your fellow workers--are the recipients today of a rather...I think one can say,
unusual...diversion. I am sure most of you will find it highly gratifying as
well as entertaining. Allow me to say immediately that it would not have been
possible without the interest and cooperation of your esteemed employer, Mr.
Edward Osindorf."
He stopped again, as if expecting applause. There wasn't any.
"This young lady," he continued, nodding toward Emma, "is my wife. She
is going to spend the day here, with you. She will be available to all of you.
You may do what you like with her."
This time he got his reaction. There was dead silence for another
moment, and then an astonished murmur swept through the crowd, growing into a
buzz as the men asked each other if he was really saying what he seemed to be
saying.
Harris smiled again. "Jessica," he murmured. "Proceed, please."
Jessica stepped up to Emma, who had been standing there expressionlessly
as her husband spoke. The blonde took a tiny key from her pocket and used it to
unlock Emma's handcuffs, which she handed to one of the large men. She then
proceeded methodically to undress her.
The crowd--which was growing as more men came in for their shift--again
fell deeply quiet as she opened the buttons down the front of Emma's dress, then
slipped it off her body.
This time she was wearing a bra and panties. I could hear guys drawing
in their breath sharply, and little whispered exclamations as Emma's smooth,
elegantly curved body was revealed.
Jessica opened the catch of her bra and took it off her.
Now the buzz rose again, louder than before. There were moaning sounds
and soft whistles. Guys were staring with their mouths open, or unconsciously
licking their lips. Some of them looked around at the others as if to make sure
they were seeing the same thing. But nobody moved.
Emma's nipples stiffened as we watched.
Now Jessica crouched gracefully to remove her employer's panties,
sliding them down over her hips and along her shapely legs. Emma stepped out of
them. She was naked.
"Jesus," somebody said softly.
Harris turned to the two men who had come with them. "All right,
gentlemen."
The two big guys produced ropes from their pockets. They tied one to
each of Emma's wrists and each of her ankles. Just behind where she was standing
there were two old tires lying on the floor, in the center of the area defined
by the metal rings. They laid her down on her back on top of them. She made no
resistance. Then they tied the other ends of the ropes to the rings in the
floor, pulling them tight so that her arms and legs were widely spread, and her
body stretched taut. Spread-eagled like that, she looked as she had when I had
seen her tied to the bed, legs pulled far apart, arms reaching in different
directions above her head--except that with her torso supported by the tires,
the legs and arms were stretched in a slight downward slant, and her head lay
back over the edge of one of the tires, her brown hair touching the floor. She
looked like a pagan sacrifice. It was about the most erotic sight I had ever
seen.
The crowd was stirred by it too, though they seemed uncertain as to how
to react to this far-out scene. More guys kept coming in and stopping short in
amazement when they saw what was going on. You can bet nobody was leaving,
though.
Then Harris stepped forward again. "As I said, gentlemen, the lady is
yours for the day. You may do with her as you wish, and as often as you
wish--short of inflicting serious injury, or of attempting to release her. These
two gentlemen"--indicating the big guys--"will remain to see that these
limitations are observed. There will also be two men stationed outside, to allow
only authorized personnel to come in here. It will be to your advantage, I
assure you, to keep to yourself what is occurring here today. And now, I must
leave you for the present. My colleagues here will start things off, in order to
break the ice, as it were." He looked down at his naked and spread-eagled wife.
"Goodbye, my dear. Have a nice day."
And he left, with Jessica following him out.
As soon as they were gone, the two guys with the suits started to
undress. They did it without haste, being careful to put their clothes where
they wouldn't get soiled. They gave the impression that it was all part of their
work--they were just following orders.
Gradually the crowd of men began to gather more closely around the area
where Emma lay. At first just a few stepped closer, and then more, and in a
minute they were all crowding around, jostling each other to get a better view.
I was there too. The feeling of tension was terrific, and it kept the men
unnaturally quiet; but the excitement was building by the minute. You could
almost smell it.
When the two guys were undressed--with their twin hard-ons showing that
they weren't as emotionless as they appeared--one of them lowered himself to the
floor between Emma's outstretched legs. With businesslike directness, he guided
his stiff cock to the soft, spread-open lips of her cunt. With one push he was
inside her.
A collective gasp went up from the watchers, and above it I could hear
the soft cry that came from Emma's throat, and then a louder one as the man
thrust again, ramming himself all the way home. Then he began to fuck her, hard
and steady, with unvarying, piston-like strokes. Soon Emma was moaning
regularly.
The crowd was like a pan of water about to come to a boil. They were
seething and bubbling, but still had not erupted. There was lots of heavy
breathing, and some remarks were made, but in near-whispers, as if a loud noise
would break the spell. "Christ!" I heard somebody say. "She likes it! She really
likes it!"
Now the other big guy knelt down above Emma's head, facing his partner.
He crouched forward, bringing his prick to her open mouth. She took it in
immediately. Again there was a loud intake of breath from the crowd.
The second guy now began to fuck her face in this upside-down manner.
His rhythm was slower than his partner's, and he had less control over his
feelings. His breathing became audible and his eyes seemed to glaze over as he
slid his cock almost tenderly in and out of her mouth. Emma was still moaning,
although the rigid pole never left her lips.
The first man continued his steady pumping; he seemed tireless and
impassive. Emma's body writhed in its bonds under the implacable stroking of his
thick cock. Her head rolled slightly, bringing a groan from the man who was
slowly but thoroughly screwing her mouth. His movements now speeded up a little.
Soon his face was twisting with passion, and his body hunched tightly over her
head to allow him to get even more of himself into her sucking mouth.
The watching crowd strained forward eagerly, sensing that he was about
to come. He was panting as he humped her face still harder. His body jerked
repeatedly. And then, with a strange rattling sound, he climaxed, shooting his
load into her mouth. Emma's throat worked as she tried to swallow it; but some
of it overflowed, and a small trickle of sperm appeared at the corner of her
lips and slid slowly down over her cheek.
An indefinable noise, half sigh, half growl, rose from the circle of
men. The guy who had just come rose from the bound woman and, again assuming his
wooden expression, reached for his clothes. The other one was still fucking away
with the same machine-like persistence at the lovely outspread body.
And then Emma came.
A long, keening wail of ecstasy rose from her throat, and the ropes cut
into the flesh of her wrists and ankles as her spasming body tried to surge
against its bonds. The cry trailed off into a series of abandoned whimpers; her
head rolled wildly, her hips bucking upwards to meet the rhythmic thrusts of the
man above her.
Her climax finally set the crowd off. It was as though they had tasted
blood. A sudden roar broke out from the many watchers, and they crowded forward
with eager faces to be in a position to get in on the action. A few started to
take off their clothes, and one or two brief arguments erupted as to who was to
go first. They hardly noticed when the big guy finally allowed himself to come
inside Emma's cunt. But when he pulled out of her and got up, one of the guys
who had gotten undressed pushed forward and dropped himself on top of her. The
rest of the crowd cheered him on.
As he started to pump himself into her, another man rushed up and knelt
by her face. This one hadn't bothered to take his clothes off. He just unzipped
his fly, pulled out his prick and stuck it into Emma's mouth.
That was the beginning.
It went on for twelve hours.
Of course I didn't stay there all that time; I watched for a while, but
then I had to take my cab out. But during the day, whenever I was around the
area, I checked back in to see what was going on. There was never a letup.
Always there was at least one man on top of her, more often two--and sometimes
three, or even more. Guys were coming in and going out of there all day long,
and I don't think there were more than a few who didn't want to take a turn at
her. Lots of them went back for seconds, thirds--I don't know what the record
was. It was a continuous process. Guys were lined up for their turns, and as
soon as one was through with her cunt or her mouth, another took his place.
Some of them undressed, wholly or partially, but most didn't. Some
didn't wait for a turn at one of her openings, or else just ignored them,
rubbing their cocks between her breasts or over her legs, or whatever they could
reach. A few preferred just to jerk off while standing over her, watching
someone else fuck her.
Emma came repeatedly, especially at the beginning. Later there were long
periods when she didn't seem to respond much--though she never said a word of
complaint, never asked for a rest--but then she would come back and go into
another series of climaxes.
Before long, her beautiful body was covered with dirt, sweat and semen.
Sperm dripped from her snatch and ran from her mouth to cover her face. The guys
simply took the hose that was attached to the water pump, used for washing the
cars, and hosed her down, running the strong stream of water over her body from
head to toe. They continued to do this whenever she got too messy. The floor
beneath her became extremely wet, but nobody seemed to care. The wetness of her
taut body somehow only added to the eroticism of the picture, despite the fact
that her hair hung down in lank, dripping tendrils. But whether that
spread-eagled body was wet or dry, clean or soiled with sperm and filth, it was
still so powerfully, compellingly sexy that I was strongly tempted to take a
turn at her myself. But I didn't. I figured I'd had mine, under better
circumstances.
When I came to the end of my shift late that afternoon it was still
going on. But by then her husband had returned. He was watching closely as the
two latest guys screwed his tethered wife, and he came up with one of his benign
little smiles when she went into an obviously exhausted but unmistakeable
climax.
"I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself, my dear," he murmured. "I think
you will be able to go on for another few hours yet. Would you like that, Emma?"
Emma didn't answer. Her mouth was full of cock. But when it was free she
said--they were the first words I had heard from her all day--"Yes, Bernard."
Her voice was tired and hoarse and barely audible, but there was no
doubt of her sincerity. Her face shone like an angel's.
"Of course," Harris said. "My only regret is that in your present
position the men are limited to only two of your voracious orifices. However,
perhaps after a while we can turn you over, and remedy the situation."
I'd had enough by then. I checked out and went home.
#
Patricia stared at me wide-eyed when I told her. "My god!" she said.
"You mean it's still going on?!"
"Yep."
"It's fantastic," she said. She thought about it, and shook her head.
"It's unbelievable." She got up and walked around the room. She looked out the
window. "I can't...I mean..." She stopped, and turned to look at me. Then she
said: "I want to see."
"What?"
"I want to see it," she repeated. "Take me. Come on."
"Wait a minute! What do you--what for?"
"I'm interested, for god's sakes. How often do you get a chance to see a
thing like that? Come on, let's go."
"Listen, I don't...I mean, I don't even know if they'd let you in there,
even with me. Besides--"
"Please, Mel. Let's go. Please."
So we went.
As it happened, Harris was just coming out of the garage as we got
there. He saw us. "Ah, Mr. Wulf," he said to me. "I didn't expect to see you
back so soon. I can't say I blame you. Emma makes a charming whore, doesn't she?
And who is this lovely young lady?"
I introduced them. "She wants to see," I told him.
"But of course. Why not?" And he ushered us back inside, past the two
guys still guarding the door.
Pat gasped out loud when she saw Emma. They had not yet turned her over.
They were hosing her down yet again when we came in. In a moment another man was
covering her. We stood where we could see clearly without drawing much attention
to ourselves. I wasn't sure how the men would react to another female at this
point. I had noticed that Harris had not brought Jessica back with him.
Pat watched with very wide eyes, never moving her gaze from the scene.
But after about ten minutes she said, "All right. That's enough."
I said goodbye to Harris and took her out of there.
She was very quiet on the way home. But once inside the door, she turned
to me. "Jesus, Mel. I want you."
"Yeah." I reached for her.
We didn't even get to the bedroom. We made it right there on the floor,
and it was fantastic. Later, when we went to bed, we made it again.
Several times.