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Dark Eden Copyright 2005 by Rene.
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DANIELLE AND THE MASKED MAN
I woke Anne up and took her back into the playroom. Putting her back in the chair. Tying her into it securely, after letting her use the restroom. She wasn't real comfortable with bodily fluids. I wasn't either, much neater just to play with the flesh. Terry likes making people lose control on every level. I had the sneaking suspicion that Anne would just as soon never have to play with Terry again; she was just too polite to say anything. I got the impression that she didn't like him much. She went easily into the chair, not questioning anything. I patted her leg after she was in it. Leaving her in it as I went to get the others.
They were waiting outside the door. Danielle's friend putting a black and red mask on. Danielle herself was dressed in a black leather number that completely accented her enormous bosom. She wore the same expression of happy complaisance that she always wore. Her Green-eyes sparkling. It was about eight o'clock at night. Her long Dark hair was pulled back into a severe bun, and her buddy had introduced himself as Mark. He was big, with long black hair. Tied back into a ponytail, and he said that he liked to watch fisting, and didn't speak until he got to fuck. Safe sex was the best kind, and he wanted to know if he could splash Anne as he came. I said sure, but not on the face, and he reached over to squeeze Danielle's breasts saying he was a boob man anyways. The mask was beautiful, artistic even. It would inspire fear, and his silence would inspire more. It was going to be a good show.
Ground rules laid, we headed in.
Anne looked beautiful in the chair. Head and body supported, hair flowing down the back. She had the most gorgeous hair. Her legs were in a resting position. Knees only slightly bent, and half-tilted. Arms secured over her head, so her breasts thrust forward. Jay and I carried in chairs. These were for us, so we could watch. I hadn't seen the last one fisted in that chair, because well, it had been me. Danielle was very good. Small hands, not that it mattered there, but still it was great.
Anne kept her eyes towards the ceiling, but she wanted to look I could tell by the tension in her shoulders. The way her hands clenched into fists. She looked ready to bolt, but she couldn't. Couldn't move actually.
Danielle went over to her, and looked down. Trying to catch her eyes. Eyes that Anne kept shifting from her face. Danielle chuckled.
"Well trained, I see." She quipped, dryly. "I am Danielle. You may call me Mistress, because as far as I am concerned you are an orifice. One particular orifice that I am going to put a fist into. Adam has said that to see me put my hand inside you will give him great pleasure, so I said I would do it."
Danielle touched Anne's breast, and continued speaking. Anne twitched, and some minor concern floated across her features.
"Of course the last person that I did my particular specialty on was Adam, so he knows exactly what I am going to do to you, intimately. Now, he says that I can do it to you. Can I?"
"Yes, Mistress." Anne answered, and Danielle moved away.
Her questioning was done, and she had what she needed. As far as she was concerned Anne had just become a lower body only. I knew that, and the simple dismissal of her higher functioning capability would make Anne crazy. I sat down in the chair at the edge of the room and waited. Danielle would watch me for clues, and I would watch Anne. I did see Anne catch sight of the man in the mask, and saw her lick her lips. She knew that it wasn't Jay, her eyes touched on him and on me briefly. Who was he? Her face said, and she wouldn't get any response. Mark would never tell her, and even if he was uncovered someday, she would be too polite to say anything to him.
Danielle took the controls, and tilted the chair back to fisting position. Putting rubber gloves on after checking her fingernails for rough spots that could snag either gloves or tissues. She seemed satisfied, and opened her bag between her feet.
It had several things in it, but the only thing she pulled out was a can of Crisco. The hard stuff that you could melt for deep fry. She scooped some out and lowered the chair slightly. Mark went to Anne's head, and held her face still with his hands. At the first touch of the Crisco, Anne shivered.
Danielle smeared the goop around her anus, and along the outside of her buttocks. Making the flesh white and slippery looking. She reached back down, and took a small glob, and made a ball out of it, this she pushed into the anus itself. Anne moaned. Mark soothed her. Fingers rubbing her skin, as he watched avidly.
Danielle never looked up from her task. Taking the Crisco, and forcing it deeper and deeper with gentle pressure. One finger working slowly, and deliberately. I felt myself tighten. I well remembered the gradual insistence of her fingers in your body. Anne quivered, head trying to roll, but unable too, because of Mark. Danielle stopped reaching into the can, and waited for just a moment, loosening up her hands. Rubbing Crisco all over her gloves. Her face going still and serene. Almost meditating. She slowly reached up and put one finger into Anne, slowing working it in and out. Jay reached over and touched my cock. It jerked, leaking into my drawers.
With infinite patience that one finger worked in and out, seeking openings for expansion. Feeling the walls and working the flesh. Manipulating the tissue, stretching it slowly. So it would be receptive to more give.
When Danielle went to two fingers Anne jerked, but didn't make a sound. The rectal ring just putting up a token resistance to this new invasion. I saw Mark take something out of his pocket, and knew that it was a popper. They were for the final stage. It caused a split second of complete slackness that could sometimes be the difference between the full fist or a no go.
"Adam, come here and let her legs down some. Just a couple of inches, she's too taut for my taste."
I moved quickly, adjusting the chair.
"Perfect." She said, and slipped three fingers into Anne.
"Nice, very nice. Firm, but not tense. Good depth and resilience."
She spoke about Anne as though she wasn't there, and I could see Anne blush with humiliation.
"You're a good girl, Anne. I like good girls. I make good girls come when I finish with them."
She didn't look up from what she was doing, but I could see how her words affected Anne. Anne flushed scarlet, and tried to slow her breathing. Danielle never stopped what she was doing. Not telling Anne to relax for her, just doing what she had too. Just what she needed to get the job done.
Danielle slipped her pinkie in, and rested all four of her fingers at the very gate of Anne's anus. I could see the ring convulsing. Twitching uselessly against the invasion. It was here, the final stage. Could Anne take it? I stepped behind Danielle to watch. Danielle looked up at Mark, and started to move her fingers again. Around, and out. In and back to top again. Slowly cupping her hand around her thumb. She nodded at Mark, who broke the popper in his hand. I saw Anne look up at him, and at the hand coming to cover her mouth and nose. Her eyes went wide, and she went to speak. Mark covered her mouth just as she inhaled.
It took about five seconds, and she went completely limp. Danielle pushed carefully, and Anne's body swallowed her hand. Danielle had sweat on her face, and on her arms, but she didn't move that hand. She left it inside Anne, so she could recover from the popper.
Anne started to gasp suddenly, as the drug left her system. Her face startled. She turned her head in Mark's fists, and he dropped the spent popper to the floor. I could see her struggle not to fight so I leaned over her, and said.
"It's in, no more poppers, it's in."
She went still. Face filling with surprise, as though wondering why it didn't hurt. Why did it feel so good?
"It's okay to like it, Anne. I did."
Danielle was going to see how much Anne could take, and she rubbed extra Crisco up the gloves. Long gloves of rubber. Fisting gloves.
"Okay, baby doll. It's you and me now."
Danielle put her hand on Anne's lower abdomen, and pushed a millimeter further into her. I saw the wrist sink in, over the bones. Danielle backed off, and pushed in again, further this time. Her forearm starting to be swallowed. Mark motioned for me to go to the head, and I did. He went down, and opened his pants. Lifting the short skirt that Danielle wore, and rolling a condom on. He forced himself roughly into her ass, making her gasp.
"You're a good girl, Anne." I said to her face.
I saw her jaw working slowly. Teeth grinding. Eyes wide, and full of fearful patience.
"When its painful say `blue', and I will stop it."
She nodded; her breathing was shallow and harsh.
"Only when it's more than you can bear though. Danielle likes to go to the elbow."
I saw her eyes go wide. I soothed her.
"Take it for me.""
I watched the man in the mask fucking, and Danielle fisting Anne, almost to the elbow. Jay watching from the chair with his organ in his fist. The room getting warmer by subtle degrees. Danielle looked up at me, and I moved down to her. She nodded down at Anne's body, and I could see that she was in all the way to the edge of the gloves. More than I took. I looked up at Anne, and saw her eyes were closed, and her body was still except for the rapid rush of air from between her teeth. Her jaw was like iron.
"You can do the next one, eh?" Danielle asked me, smiling. I felt myself go hot all over. Maybe I could.
"You know how to go in reverse right?" She asked me, and I knew she meant that to get it out, Anne would have to be distracted. The best way to distract Anne was to make her come. She did it so well.
I put my hands on the junction of Anne's thighs and started to work her clitoris gently. Her already tight muscles, bunched up tighter. Mark pulled out of Danielle, and peeled off his condom. Still hard, getting another one from his pocket. He kept this one in his hand, ready for later.
Every little bit that Danielle pulled out Anne moaned, making no effort to disguise her cries. The clitoris in my fingers was swelling. The arm was slowly coming out, and by the time only the hand remained inside Anne. She was twitching with orgasm, almost there, but the discomfort wasn't letting her go easy. I opened up the folds, and put one finger under the clit, and used my thumb to pull on the small-engorged flesh, just a little roughly. She screamed, fighting it. I knew that the sensation of the hand within her was almost more than she could take, and she was simply doing it for me.
It was at that moment that I knew she was mine. I could do almost what I willed with her. When she came, and the hand slipped from her, she went completely and totally limp. Danielle slipping the gloves from her hands, and arms. Standing up to go with Jay into the other room for some refreshment. Smiling back at me.
I watched Anne's chest rise and fall with her breaths, and was amazed at the way she had reacted. She was calming slowly by degrees. Her limbs, relaxing against the stirrups, and thighs no longer quivering with strain. I didn't speak to her, and Mark wasn't going to. He nodded at me, and started to undo the restraints that held her in the chair. His large hands quick, and nimble. Surprising for one so big. I did the same for the other side. When she was free. He lifted her into his arms, seemingly effortlessly. Putting her on the floor, and placing his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees.
ANNE
He didn't seem to strain as he lifted me from the chair, and that was frightening in itself. The mask made it more so. I didn't look up, as he pushed me to my knees. I kept my eyes, at the level of his thighs. I could feel the warmth from his legs in front of me. I was almost panting. My heart tripping in my chest from terror.
I felt vulnerable. He knew me, and I didn't know him. It was frightening. I heard Adam moving around behind me, and saw the collar coming in front of my face to be buckled around my throat. The fur soft against my chin. It brought my chin up, but I kept my eyes lowered. A leash was clipped to the large D-ring in the front, and a tug let me know to follow him, smartly. I did it. My head down, and my arms working quickly.
He had me go to the living room, where Jay and Danielle were sharing some joke. I could hear them laughing. I knew Adam followed behind us, because I recognized his footsteps. It was almost comforting.
The man in the mask sat down in one of the over stuffed leather chairs, and put his foot on my leash. Tugging the other end, and pulling my face down to the floor, by his shoe. I kissed it, and left my lips there. Spreading my legs, and getting into the correct posture. Back low, and hips high. The woman spoke.
"She's nice-mannered, for a pet."
I almost bristled. Pets weren't allowed to have any higher reasoning. They ate off the floor, and slept in a drafty laundry room. I was no pet. Nobody contradicted her however. I certainly wasn`t about too.
"Not marked enough. All that pristine skin is obscene."
I felt the leash being moved, dropped next to me. I didn't move.
"We can of course, mark her however you feel would be appropriate, Danielle."
Jay, always ready to oblige a friend.
"We have canes, whips and paddles. What would you like?"
I felt the man next to me, move slightly, as she spoke.
"I think ten with a cane, should mark her nicely, then maybe that nice strap. The hefty one."
I shivered.
"I do so love, British tan."
They all chuckled at her throaty joke. I didn't, but then I was the one about to get marked. The fact, that I could feel the wetness forming on my thighs from the mere thought of that cane biting into me, did nothing to quench my fear. No matter how much I loved the strap or the whip. It hurt as it happened. No amount of desire could lessen the pain. I just liked it. I liked that I could take it. No matter how much I feared it. There was a quick tug on my leash, and I followed it. Hurrying across the thick cream carpeting. Wondering where we were going. We stopped in front of a sawhorse, and I knew what was going to happen. I was pulled to my feet, and laid face down over the horse, almost straddling it. The wrist cuffs were hooked to the wood, and my feet were hooked to the legs. Adam took a hold of my hands from in front. His body inches from mine. A male hand from behind pushed a handkerchief into my mouth. Nothing went over it, so I could spit it out if I wanted to. No violation there, but it made my safe-word so much farther away than it was. The hand rubbed my neck, almost harshly. He stepped back. I heard the first soft whoosh of the cane slicing through the air, and then fire across my thighs. I jerked, and bit down. The tears were instantaneous. Adam leaning on my wrists to keep my hands still. The blows were quick and cruel. The ten seeming to fall with unerring accuracy, and brutal sameness. I felt it acutely when they stopped. My breaths hard and heart pounding.
It seemed like there was no respite, between the cane, and the strap. It started as though he had held both of them in his hand. Maybe he had. These blows were not softer, but bigger. More even, because the strap was wider. It licked the soft part of my thighs, and the back of my calves.
I was weakening all over. It wasn't going to stop. They would make me raw, and then use me for their own relief. I had not been talked to, or touched without pain, since I was taken out of the chair. I had passed from active participant, into the abject. I did not exist. They talked of color, and consistency. The way the redness looked on me, and the quality of the welts. The only real contact that I had was Adam's hands holding my wrists still. Not that I could have gotten away anyways.
I wasn't sure if I liked being this much of an object. It was different. I had been the focus, and to a certain extent I still was, but not quite. Adam and his friends had turned me into meat. A different trip. I tried to relax into it, but I couldn't. The man in the mask was making it impossible.
He frightened me, because I could not identify him. He was a stranger. Adam released my arms when they were finished strapping me. Hands flipping me over effortlessly, until I was on my back.
Mark put his hands under my knees, and forced them back against my chest. The Mistress putting a condom on his organ, as his eyes studied me. I did nothing so foolish as look directly at him. I concentrated on being calm, and cool.
When he slid deeply into me. I moaned behind closed lips, and buried my face in my arm to muffle the sound. Not that any sound I made would have made a difference.
The others watching us, speaking slowly about other things to do to me, and to have me do for them. I wouldn't let myself cum, and knew that the man in the mask was going too soon, by the way his cock tightened inside me. His breathing harsh and full of heat. His hands pushing into my arms in short grasps as he neared. That this was a straight fuck was surprising to me. After Danielle, and the chair I was wondering why this was so normal.
"Let her catch up." Danielle said, from where she was sitting in the leather chair.
"We can use those big beads, and maybe get her worked up again with a wrap around whipping."
The Man in the mask, nodded, and pulled out abruptly.
They turned me over a footstool, and made me wait with my eye closed. It would have been so easy to open my eyes, but I didn't. I felt the hard push of the toy as they tried to work it into my wet slit. They were almost too big, even though they were soft rubber. I was open though, from the fisting and the fucking. They got one in my pussy, and held it in place, while they played idly with my body. I was getting very tired from all they had done to me, and longed to be bound so tightly I could relax, maybe sleep but I also wanted to see who the scary man in the mask was.
I did realize that they would probably not let me see his face. I could be walking past this man on the street and wouldn't know who he was. I would never know his name. He was anonymous, and that sent a funny little thrill through me. He was not as cruel as some, but maybe that I did not know him made it feel crueler.
I did as they expected me too, with as much grace as I could get together, and waited for the night to end. I fell asleep and woke to morning, lying at the foot of the master's bed where I belonged. The soft blanket wrapped around my naked flesh, hearing the gentle sounds of the men breathing in the king-size bed above me.