Marcus Makes A Mistake.

Jenifer gently lowered Sarah's head back onto the stirrup, stood up, and immediately felt dizzy. She stepped back to steady herself, her hand going to her head, a look of confusion and disorientation crossing her face. Anne rushed forward, her concern evident as she caught Jenifer by the elbow, her grip firm and supportive.

"What on earth's the matter?" Anne asked, her voice laced with worry, her eyes searching Jenifer's face for any sign of what was wrong.

"Not sure, just dizzy, can't think," came Jenifer's almost incoherent reply, her words slurring slightly, her body swaying as she tried to maintain her balance.

"Come, let's get you set down over here," Anne said gently, her arm snaking around Jenifer's waist, guiding her to the comfortable leather couch that lined one wall of the room. Jenifer slouched forward a little, leaning against Anne's shoulder, her body heavy and unresponsive, a stark contrast to the vibrant, commanding presence she had been just moments before.

Anne hugged her tightly around the shoulder, her embrace a mix of comfort and control, a promise of support and a reminder of her power. "Just relax, my love, it's just a little something to make you a little more cooperative," Anne whispered, her voice low.

She picked up her phone, her movements fluid and confident, and made a call. One ring, then an answer. "Yes, Ms. Anne."

"We're ready," Anne said, her voice firm and commanding. She put the phone down, her eyes never leaving Jenifer's face, a mix of amusement and cruelty playing on her lips.

Sarah, sensing a problem, began to call out to Jenifer, her voice desperate, a plea for help and a protest against the unknown. She struggled against her bonds, her body twisting and turning, her muscles straining against the leather and metal that held her captive, but to no avail; she was helpless, a plaything at their mercy, while her Mistress was in trouble.

The door opened, and Alan stepped in, his body moving with a predatory grace. Sarah recognized him as the guy who had brought them the drink earlier, with his chiseled features and muscular frame.

"How can I help?" he asked Anne, his voice a low, respectful rumble.

"Gag that bitch first, and make her feel it," replied Anne, nodding toward Sarah, her voice laced with cruelty, a command that left no room for argument or mercy. "Then you can help me with this one."

Alan went to the cabinet, his movements efficient and practiced, and brought out an inflatable penis gag, the latex glistening under the soft light, a grotesque parody of a human organ, a tool of silence and submission. He held Sarah's nose, his fingers pinching tightly, forcing her to open her mouth in a silent scream, a plea for air and mercy. He shoved the gag into her open mouth, the latex stretching and conforming to her lips, a seal of silence and obedience. He stepped it tightly around her head, the buckles clicking into place with a finality that left no room for escape, and inflated it to its furthest extent, completely sealing Sarah's mouth, her cries and protests reduced to a series of muffled, desperate moans.

"Come now, my love," whispered Anne, her voice a low, soothing murmur, a promise of pleasure and obedience. "Let's have you standing up and get these nasty clothes off."

Jenifer listened, deep in the back of her mind, like a lightbulb in the fog; there was a warning, but it was so far away, and what Anne was telling her to do made so much sense that she felt herself smile and then stood up, her body moving with a fluid grace that belied the drugs coursing through her veins.

"Good girl," said Anne, and kissed her on the forehead, a gesture of affection and approval that sent a warm rush of pleasure through Jenifer, a sensation that was as intoxicating as it was disorienting.

Jenifer liked that; it felt nice, a moment of connection and tenderness in the midst of the swirling chaos of her mind. Another set of hands helped Anne remove her dress, the leather creaking softly as it was pulled over her head and thrown carelessly on the floor. Jenifer tried to ask them to be careful; it was an expensive dress, but she didn't have the energy, her words dying on her lips, unspoken and forgotten.

She felt the cooler air of the room against her skin, and then her breasts were naked, her wonderful breasts with the great big nipples, ooh, the nipples were hard, Jenifer liked that, it felt good, she hoped Anne liked it too. There was a sense of pride and pleasure in her exposure; her breath came in short, ragged gasps.

Then her panties, they brushed her pussy, just once, so soft, so nice, they were being so kind, their touch a gentle caress that sent shivers of anticipation and arousal coursing through her body. The gentle guide guided her hands behind her; something soft and firm was wrapped around her wrists, the leather creaking as it was secured, binding her, making her utterly at their mercy.

Anne was looking into her eyes, and Jenifer smiled, a slow, dreamy curl of her lips. Jenifer would love to take her in her arms, but her arms wouldn't move; they were stuck

The lightbulb started to shine a little brighter now, a flicker of clarity and awareness breaking through the haze of drugs and suggestion, and she pulled a little harder on her wrists, a test of her bonds, a silent protest against her captivity. But it was no use; she was secured, immobilized, a plaything for their amusement and instruction.

"Quickly now," said Anne to Alan, her voice a low, urgent command, "She's starting to come around. I only spiked her drink a little; I want her to be fully awake for what was going to come."

Jenifer moaned a little now, frustration showing on her face as she tried to move her arms, her muscles straining against the leather and metal that held her captive, a futile struggle against the inevitable. Then she closed her eyes as pain shot through her shoulders as a strap was tightened just above her elbows, forcing her tits forward and her elbows almost touching, a position of vulnerability and exposure.

Jenifer’s eyes were becoming brighter, slowly more alert. She looked down as the leather  manacles were padlocked to her ankles, and she started to struggle as they pushed her down to her knees.

The lightbulb shone brightly, then broke into a million pieces as all reason came rushing back into her head.

“What the fu…” was all  Jenifer managed to get out as a ball gag was forced into her mouth and strapped painfully tight around her head.

She looked up at Anne with hatred in her eyes. Anne just looked down at her with disdain.

Jenifer shook her head to drive out the last of the cobwebs, hoping that this was a drug-induced trip. The sharp crack of a cane across her tits told her it wasn’t. She screamed into the gag and fell forward. Strong arms grabbed her shoulders and prevented her from falling face-first into the wooden floor. 

“Chief Inspector Warden and her bitch, Sarah Winston QC. You two bitches have upset a lot of people. This has been a long time coming, this or a bullet in the head. We’ll talk all about that for later, but for now, you, Jennifer, will do everything you are told, or else.” Another slash across the tits, another scream, strong hands held Jennifer in place

“Do you understand ?” Asked Anne

“Jenifer nodded,” tears started to well in her eyes. 

Anne stroked Jennifer’s head, gently but condescendingly. “You helped me out tonight, Jenifer. I thought I was going to have to deal with two drugged bitches, but then you came up with your brilliant idea.” She patted Jennifer's head, “Clever girl, it was going to happen anyway, but you made it so much easier. 

Anne walked to Alan, pulled his hair, and kissed him hard, her hand snaking down to his leather shorts. She slowly undid the buttons on the side, one by one, till they slipped down his legs. His Cock sprung out hard and strong. Anne played with his balls and stroked him. She smiled and said

“As you’ve been such a good boy, you can go first,” She left his cock twitching for attention. 

“What I forgot to tell you bitches is that the club is closed for tonight, private party. I have invited a number of guys and girls who have been put away by you. They have been vetted very closely; we don’t want our little secret out, now do we?  You’ve met one of them already, in the bar, that big guy. Did two years, I think, Young Sarah here hid some evidence which would have made all the difference.”

She patted Jenifer on the backside as she mentioned her name. 

“He will be the first, well, second after young Alan here. Trouble is, it wouldn’t be fair to the others if this slut were all messy with other people's spunk now, would it? So, you, Jenifer, are going to be our little clean-up cunt.”

Anne enjoyed seeing the horror in Jenfer's eyes.  

“Which means you get to lick all that messy come, no matter which hole. Are’t you the lucky one?”

“Turn the bitch around, Alan,” she ordered

Alan stooped and helped Jennifer turn so she was looking at Sarah sideways on, so she would see her getting fucked. 

“Off you go, Alan, she’s all yours,” Anne told him, patting his butt. “

Jenifer tried to look away, but Anne stepped behind her and pressed the end of the cane against her sore breast as a warning.  Jenifer got the message and turned her head intimately to see Alan Guide his cock slowly into Sarah’s cunt. 

He fucked her slowly, with purpose. Jenifer thought that he looked like a guy who’s been trained to know how to fuck. A regular pace, moved gently from side to side. Sarah moaned into her gag; any fears she had were being slowly fucked out of her for a little while. 

Anne entwined her fingers through Jennifer's hair, pulling tightly, for no other reason than she could. 

10 minutes of fucking, slow then hard.  Jenifer had screamed into the gag once with orgasm. Alan looked at Anne, looking for permission. She smiled and nodded. Alan closed his eyes and rammed home hard, followed by 4 or five small thrusts. Then a couple of long, slow thrusts. He fell across Sarah, panting.

 “You're up,” Anne said, nudging her in the back with her knee.  Jenifer knew she had no choice, and it wasn’t like she hadn’t tasted Sarah before, but never this, never a man’s seed. She crawled awkwardly to face Sarah’s pussy. A hand at the back of her head released the gag, then pushed her head forward into a seeping mess.. Sarah groaned as Jennifer's tongue licked around the edges of her pussy, cleaning all of Alan's come and getting Sarah ready for the next cock.

When Anne was sure all was clean, she pulled Jenifer's head back by the hair and shoved the gag back in her mouth to make sure she swallowed all that nice protein.