Will listened, unseeing, as steps came closer. Two pairs of heels. So Miss Tilly, his captor and tormentor, his vicious and cruel owner, his "wife", had brought someone with her.
He braced himself, knowing there was no way to prepare for what was to come.
The steps stopped, and for a while, there was a horrible silence.
He was so terrified!
"Mmm-hmm, what have we here!" said a strange female voice. A chillingly ominous voice.
"Told you he was cute," Miss Tilly said. "He has a nice face too, you will see. But I think we should keep him blinded for now."
"That's fine." The woman stepped closer. "Hello, boy," she said. "Aw. So nice of you to get your cock hard for me. Mmm, a really nice one. May I?"
"You ask!" Miss Tilly said. "What's mine is yours."
"Lovely."
Will started just a little as a hand squeezed around his shaft. The woman giggled softly.
"He's excited," said Miss Tilly.
Yes, well. With the drugs she kept giving him his entire body was tingling with this dreadful sense of aching arousal. Yet it felt like nothing but blind terror and helplessness. And anticipation of pain and discomfort.
"I can tell," the woman said, her hand sliding up the shaft. When it closed around the head, Will's legs gave a shiver and he whimpered quietly. The woman giggled again.
"Yes, boy," Miss Tilly said, walking to stand behind Will, her gloved hands caressing his shoulders. "I have brought a friend over. And, as my friend and guest, she is every bit as entitled to you as I am. While she is here, Miss Taylor is as good as your owner." Her hands went to his chest. "One thing you will learn about me is that I'm a very sharing and generous individual. After all, what' the point of having a lovely toy and just keeping it to yourself?"
As Miss Taylor then kept playing with his aching cock, Miss Tilly started to play with his nipples. He moaned at the very invasive feeling. With two women at him now, he felt doubly violated and helpless.
"I love sharing too," said Miss Taylor.
"I've been meaning to get the old gang together. Throw a party, introduce my new cutie to them. They would love him."
"I'm sure they would!"
"So," Miss Tilly then said. "What would you like to do."
"I think I want to see him cum first thing."
Will's stomach lurched. He hated to cum when drugged like this! Without thinking, he let out a little whimpered, "no!"
"Hush, slut!" Immediately Miss Tilly's hand was covering his mouth. "Let's cover this. We will let you know when we need it."
Miss Taylor murmured a vicious laugh. "Lovely!" Her fingers traveled up and down his member. "That's a good boy, now," she said. "Mmm. I can see Maddy's been mean to this cock."
"Who, me!" Miss Tilly said.
They laughed.
"That's alright," said Miss Taylor. "I've a feeling I'm going to be a bit mean as well." She gave the head a little flick, and Will cried out into Miss Tilly's glove. Miss Taylor giggled. "Good boy. We're gonna have some fun. But first, cum."
"Oil is on the table there if you need it," Miss Tilly said.
Miss Taylor released Will for long enough to go get it. Then she poured on his cock and continued to stroke while he whimpered. She stroked with one hand while starting to toy with his free nipple with the other.
Already Will started to feel an awful orgasm building up. He moaned and spasmed.
"Good boy!" crooned Miss Tilly. "Mmm, so nice to have another pair of hands, love. I can tell that he can feel the difference as well."
"The more the merrier," Miss Taylor said.
Will could not stop the groaning sound emitting though his nose. One of sheer desperation.
"You know, I don't think you need to breathe for this." At that, Miss Tilly pinched shut Will's nose with her thumb and index finger, while the palm stayed on his mouth.
Will panicked. He hated it when she did this! But now he hadn't had the time to take in a breath either.
Miss Taylor laughed. "Delightfully mean," she said. "Don't worry boy. To get back your breathing rights all you need do is to cum for us nicely."
The panic was greatly increasing hissense of arousal, thanks to the drugs. He almost came right there and then, but the part of him trying to protect him from the agony was trying to stop him - even if that only ended up making the inevitable orgasm worse!
Again, he felt like he could die. Even if he did suspect that he had died and was now in hell. The devil, it seemed, was a woman.
"You know," Miss Taylor then said, stopping her stroking. "I changed my mind. I think I want a good foreplay first. I want to make him really squirt."
"A good choice," Miss Tilly said. "He does give a good squirt." Then, finally, she released him, mouth and nose, and Will took in frenzied breaths.
Was he relieved? He could not say. In any case, there was really no reason to be.
"Wonderful," Miss Taylor said.
"Well," said Miss Tilly. "Without further ado, best get him ready. On that table there. That's where we have our best play sessions."
How he hated the table! Being all immobile and helpless while she tirelessly hurt and abused him. He shifted and whimpered at the horror.
Miss Taylor giggled. "Cute reaction."
Miss Tilly murmured a laugh. "Yes, he responds to the table treatment well. You know how delightfully sensitive young men can be."
"Sure do."
"I'm so glad you have your help. Together I'm sure we can give him even more thorough sensations than I can alone."
"If it's in any way up to me, we certainly will!"
"Hear that boy? You're in for a treat."
"A real treat," Miss Taylor agreed. Stroking his cock with both hands again. "Just lovely," she murmured.
"I really have to have the ladies over," Miss Tilly said. "I'm sure you will be just the loveliest party toy, won't you boy!" She patted his cheek. "Such wonderful times for you to look forward to."
Will could feel the abject terror making his cock even harder.
Miss Taylor could no doubt feel it too, as she laughed. "I think he likes the idea."
"He's a filthy little pain slut." Miss Tilly twisted his nipple. "Aren't you?"
"I think he is," Miss Taylor said gleefully.
"You will soon see."
"Can hardly wait."
"Let's get to it then!"