Lost in Isolation

Chapter 4

 

I  could not get the feel of her soft body out of my mind and could hardly wait until tonight when I could really get to feel her. Keeping myself busy, I made sure she was feed on time and discussed the upcoming roster with the guys.  They all knew that tonight I would be the first to use Clare and then they would have their turns over the next day or so. They were pleased because sometimes it took weeks before I would allow them to touch a girl in anything but a necessary way. 

 

When it was time to go to her room, I felt a rush of excitement, as if I was a kid again. I always felt this way, despite all the years of training and all the girls I had fucked.  Opening her door, I saw her turn her head at the sound, though she still had the blindfold in place. Stopping to undress, I sensed her confusion and saw her head jerk at the sound of the zip. 

 

I had heard the door and then what sounded like someone undressing. I knew that this was the moment I had been dreading and started to cry even before he touched me.  When I felt the side of the bed dip and then his knees pressed into each side of my body, I cried even louder.  I expected to feel his hand on my mouth at any moment, so the feel of them on my breasts cause me to jump.  His body moved to lie on top of mine and I could feel his cock resting against my inner thigh. Not being able to move, I took a deep breath, wishing he would just get it over with.  

 

I knew she wanted me to hurry but that was not part of my plan. Some of the others liked a quick, fast fuck but I liked to take my time, especially the first time. The softness of her leg on my cock felt so good and I removed my hand from her breast to rub it along her slit.  She was dry, but I had expected that and opened the tube of lubricant I had placed beside the bed.  I heard her gasp amid her sobs, as I worked the lube in with my fingers.  Once she was wet, I moved my cock in place at her pussy and pushed in gently but firmly.

 

The feeling of his fingers had not fully prepared me for his cock and I found myself whimpering as he pushed what felt like a large head into me.  He continued to push firmly and I found myself thankful that he was taking his time. Once I could feel him fully in me, he stayed still for a minute before pulling almost out of me and then sliding back in fast.  He kept up this pace for what seemed like forever, his fingers squeezing my still sore nipples.  I loved the feel of her pussy around my cock; it was firm but not too tight. I increased the pace as I got closer to cumming, my fingers tightening and pulling on her nipples causing her to scream.

 

I thought he was going to pull my nipples off as he moved faster and faster in me.  When I felt him about to cum, I had a momentary thought of if I would get pregnant, as I had not been able to take my pills while I had been here.  This was forgotten as he started to cum, the feeling of his cum in me making me feel sick.  His body was heavy as he rested on me, and then I felt him move and place his cock on my face. I tried to move my head, only to have him hold it firmly in place by my hair.  The cock was moved to my lips, a firm pull on my hair telling me to open up. I did and felt it enter my mouth. Assuming he wanted me to clean him, I started to use my tongue, my choice rewarded by a lessening of his grip in my hair. He must have been satisfied as he removed his cock and gave me a pat on the head, the later making me feel like a puppy that had pleased their master.

 

I lay on the bed, wishing I could clean the feeling of him from my body.  I felt dirty, even though I had not willingly let him touch me.  A horrible thought filled my mind that maybe the other men would also now use my body. I had no idea how many there were, but thought they were at least 4 or 5 others.  I had been able to tell that the man who had just left was the same one who had been so gentle with me in the spa, as I had been able to smell the spa on his skin.  What I couldn’t understand was why he had not touched me in any way improper in the spa and then raped me not so long after.  I found myself crying yet again, my sobs rocking my body.

 

The sound of my door being opened woke me from my sleep, my body instantly alert.  For some reason I tried to get free from the bed, but of course I could not move.  Listening for footsteps, I thought I could make out two sets and moaned, not knowing if I could handle two of them at the same time. When my hands were untied and I was led into the next room for my usual toilet break and wash down, I was confused.

 

I could sense her confusion and smiled at Shane.  We had decided that we would let her think that she was just having her normal toilet and wash break and then surprise her.  I could hardly wait to get my cock into her pretty mouth; having been picturing it in my head since the first time I had seen her.  We had almost finished her wash, having removed the remains of Phil’s cum from her legs and pussy lips.  She had seemed embarrassed by this, but I had not paused, not wanting it to seem any different from usual.

 

I felt them wash me down and began to relax, maybe it would be ok and they would not rape her.  When the cloth had reached my pussy, I had felt myself blush at the thought of what they would find there, however I was pleased when they did not linger.  I was now standing waiting to be returned to the bed, when I felt strong hands pushing me down to the ground. The realisation that they were going to rape me was so great, that before I knew it, I was yelling at them.

 

“No, don’t touch me.  Just leave me alone!”  I froze, my body shaking.  Not being able to see his hand, the explosion on my check where the man had stuck me, sent me reeling to the ground.  I stayed where I landed, my check throbbing in pain, dreading what else he might do.  When I felt their hands pulling me into a position with my knees and hands on the ground, like a dog, I did not protest.  The feel of one of the men’s hand on my face made me whimper, but I did not yell out again.  He kept it there for a moment and then stroked my cheek as if to let me know I had made a better choice this time.

 

I was worried that I had hit her too hard, but despite one side of her face being a bright red colour in the outline of my hand, she seemed ok.  Phil had always given us the permission to discipline the girls as we saw fit, so long as we did not injure them too badly.  I could see her shaking as I stroked her check and was certain she would not yell out again.  I saw Shane move her legs out wider and stroke his cock in anticipation of what was to come.  I nodded at Shane and at the same moment as Shane moved his cock to the entrance of her pussy; I was putting my cock against her lips. 

 

I felt the two cocks poised to enter my body and knew that I had no option but to try to relax and let them use me.  I had no desire to be slapped again or worse, and knew after days of being tied up, I was in no fit state to try to fight them off.  However, I found it very hard to relax as the cock in my pussy worked its way into me, my pussy only slightly wet from being washed.  He felt even bigger than the other man had felt, and had to gasp as he continued to push. The pain was like someone was sticking a knife into me and I started to cry aloud around the cock just sitting in my mouth.  I had almost forgotten about it with the pain in my pussy but now I felt it begin to slide into my mouth and stop just near the point where I knew she would start to gag.  He began a shallow motion, allowing me to concentrate again on the cock in my pussy.  It felt like it was stretching me and I was sure I was bleeding.  At least my natural lubrication had kicked in and was easing his way slightly, though he was by no means a loose fit. I screamed around the cock in my mouth as he hit my cervix, the pain shooting through my whole body. I felt weak, sure that if the men were no holding me up, I would be on the floor. 

 

I had been enjoying the tightness of her pussy on my cock.  I knew I had one of the bigger cocks among the men and was pleased that Joe always let me use their pussy’s first.  Joe actually liked to fuck their throats first, so we were a good pair. Sometimes we would swap; otherwise he would do their pussy another time.  I could see Joe making her suck only a part of his cock and knew that he was waiting for me to start to fuck her properly. Once Joe knew that I had a rhythm going then he would start to move into her throat.  I began to pull out my cock, feeling like I was in a vice, and then pushed back into her in one thrust.  Her muffled screams let me know I was hitting the right spot and I gripped her hips tighter in preparation for my onslaught.

 

I thought the cock in my pussy would hit the one in my mouth, as he sped up in me.  Just as my body started to rock with the motion, the cock in my throat pushed into my mouth again and did not stop. I heard myself gag as he made me open my throat for him, the pain blending with the other aches in my body.  My body was not my own as it was rocked on the two cocks.  The two men moved even faster, the one in my mouth holding me under my chin and on my forehead to get a better grip.  My knees scraped back and forward on the floor and I just tried to close my mind to what was happening to me.  The man in my pussy came first, his cum spraying into me and I hoped they were almost done with me.  He removed his cock, leaving me with only the one in my throat. 

 

I  felt him grip me even harder as he forced his cock right into my throat, my nose being held against his pubic hair.  I felt him swell and his cock convulsed as he started cumming.  At least I didn’t have to taste him, as the cum was going directly into my stomach, but breathing was starting to become a problem. As I felt my chest start to burn, he moved out of my throat and sat his cock on my tongue, making me taste the last of his cum. I swallowed this down as he removed his cock and stayed where I was on my hands and knees as I heard the men move around me.  I had never felt so humiliated in all my life, having always thought of myself as a fairly confident person.  Never had I felt like I felt now, like I was nothing but an object to be used as they wished.  They had even taken my voice from me. 

 

The feel of a hand on my upper arm made me cringe in fear that they were not finished yet.  I allowed them to stand me up and tensed; only to feel them wash me off again and move me back to my bed. I felt like a rag doll as I was tied to the bed again, this time my hands being put back up above my head and my legs open to the end of the bed.  The exhaustion of the experience overwhelmed me and I felt my eyes closing even before they had left the room.